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Back in 1974 my first wife and I came to the end of the road in our marriage. We had been married just over seven years and had three children. Our problems were NOT sexually related and we continued to have very satisfying sex right up till the end.

The reason she wanted to divorce was because she did not like being a Mother. She wanted to be a “professional woman”, in this case a Registered Nurse and did not want the responsibility of raising or even helping to raise children. I thought this was bad, but she was giving up all claims to the kid, who I adored. So, under those conditions, I agreed.

Well, as it turns out, she was seeing another man on the side. He was single, had money and had never been married. He also did not want any kids and was old enough to be her father.

After the divorce and after the minimum waiting period, she married her much older lover and my replacement. Things rocked along until one day I got a call from the County Sheriff telling me that “my wife” had been arrested for passing bad checks. I was told that the judge would drop all the charges if the checks were paid and no one insisted on charges being filed.

I tried to explain the “my wife” was NOT “my wife” any longer. The Deputy told me that “it was all the same to him, but if I did not want her in jail, I’d better get down to the County Court house and pick up the list of bad checks.”

I told him “I’d think about it” and after getting all the information on who to see and where to go, I hung up.

I thought for about forty-five minutes and strongly considered doing absolutely nothing. But I did still have feelings for her and she WAS the mother of my children. So, I went.

At the courthouse I went to the county clerks office and after identifying myself, got the list of merchants where she had passed the hot checks. In total the checks added up to over $2,500.00 in 1974 dollars. This was a bit of a shock because as far as I knew, her new husband was very well off and I could not understand how or why she was writing checks on one of our accounts, which she knew, was CLOSED.

After picking up the list, I went to the county jail and arranged to me “my wife”. She came into the room where visitors were allowed to sit at a table with the prisoner and sat down. She looked like she had been crying non-stop and was really used up.

I asked her what had happened and she just burst into tears. She babbled something to the effect that she had forgotten and had written the checks on the old account. I called her a liar and insisted she tell me the “whole truth”. She finally told me she could not explain, and that I could either help her or she was “ruined” as her new husband would never understand and would toss her out.

We went on like this for about 15 minutes and I asked her “why should I help YOU”? You dumped ME! I asked if she could “pay back the money”. She said no that she did not have access to that kind of money and that things were not so good on the home front when it came to money. It seems the reason her new hubby was ‘well to do’ was that he never spent a dime he did not have to spend.

Finally, just as the visiting time was ending she said she would find a way to pay me back but I would have to trust her.

I had intended to pay for the checks all along, but it did my heart good to hear her express a sense of debt to me. I told her that I would think about how she could pay me as well.

Over the next few hours, I drove from merchant to merchant paying off these checks with cash that I had withdrawn from my life savings. Late in the day, I arrived back at the courthouse and presented the County Clerk with the receipts and he gave me a stamped piece of paper and told me to give the paper to the Judge’s clerk. I went upstairs to the court area and did just that. The judges’ clerk took the paper into the judges chamber and in a few minutes came out with an order to release on personal recognizance provide I WOULD GUAREENTEE that she would be back for a hearing in four days.

I agreed. So, I took the paper down to the jail and gave it to the person in charge of this sort of thing and after a wait of about 45 minutes, my “wife” showed up in her street clothes looking like she had been on a three day bender.

I explained that she had been released in “my custody” and I was responsible for getting her back to the court for the hearing that would be held to determine if she would be charged with anything. I explained that meant she had to stay at home with the kids and me.

She did not like that one damn bit and tried to brow beat me into letting her go home to her new husband. I said, “fine, if you won’t go home with me till the hearing, you can go back to jail”. “I won’t be responsible for someone that I can’t supervise”.

She finally agreed and called “hubby” and explained that the “kids” were sick and needed her to help take care of them since I was worn out with the effort. Of course this was a lie.

As soon as we got home, she jumped in the shower and took a long bath. I loaned her an extra robe and she laundered the clothes she had on. I told her that I would take her “home” to pick up a few things in the morning.

Now the kids were ecstatic. Mom was HOME. I explained that she was “just visiting” and would go home again in a few days. They were not happy, but accepted it. After all she had been gone for several months.

At this point she was totally exhausted and wanted to go to bed and asked where she should sleep. I told her the only place she could sleep was in MY BED. At that point, I think she was too tired to argue so she just went in, took off the robe and lay down. I took my bath and followed soon after.

That night, we were both tired from the strain of the day that we really did “just sleep”. The next morning, however, I woke early and horny. I turned to her and began to gently stroke her body in the ways that I knew from experience would feel good. Like I said earlier, we had been sexually active right up till the end and we both enjoyed it to the very end.

As she slowly woke, I could see by the pencil hard nipples how aroused she was by the way she moaned and pressed against me as we spooned. I kept my hand busily working and pulled her over on her back and slipped my hand between her legs. Her blond bush was always somewhat thin and that allowed me to see her pussy lips were bulging with desire. As my fingers slowly penetrated her and I sucked on her nipples she began to push back against my hand and said “I’m not on any birth control any more so you can’t cum in me”. I told her not to worry as I had some birth control foam in my bathroom. She seemed okay with that.

I continued to manipulate her golden pussy until she finally said, “I’m so horny, please fuck me” in a joking way I asked “what’s the matter can’t the old guy get it up?” She said, actually NO he can’t. “I haven’t had an orgasm since we separated”.

I dropped down between her legs and began to slowly lick her inside of the thighs and very slowly worked my way up to her slightly pink and full pussy lips as I began to lick just inside her luscious pussy lips; she gasped and pushed forward with her hips and her hands reached to my head and pulled me tight into her pussy. I avoided touching her clit, as I did NOT want to give her relief at that point. I had other plans.

Finally after torturing her with my mouth for at least 15 minutes she begged me to “fuck me: PLEASE”. I reminded her that I would need to get the “foam”. She said, “HURRY”, "I don’t want to wait".

So, I went into the bathroom and opened a foam birth control box, which contained an EMPTY foam aerosol and the foam injector. I calmly got my shaving cream and filled it to the top. I hurried back to the bed and sliding between her legs I “injected” the “birth control” foam deep in her hot pussy.

Then I climbed up and after rubbing the head of my cock on her clit for a bit, backed off and slipped just the head of my cock into to her. She began to thrust upward trying to impale herself on me. I was having none of that and each time she thrust upward I pulled back. After a bit, I slid into her balls deep and began a slow and steady rhythm that goes with good fucking. Each time I hit bottom, I made sure my cock rubbed against her clit and each time I pulled out, I did the same. Soon she was beside herself and was cuming like a racehorse. I had not had intercourse since the divorce and had been making do with Mrs. Thumb and her four sisters. Needless to say I was hot as a pistol myself.

It was particularly TRUE EROTIC for me knowing that I was fucking the bitch without protection. My seed was going to go un-blocked into her cunt and would again be seeking out an egg deep in her womb. I had knocked her up three times before; I figured I could do it again.

I finally held myself as deep as my seven-inch cock could go and fired all my little swimmers. GOD, it felt GREAT.

After I had cum, I grabbed a towel that I had brought from the bathroom and wiped off my cock. I did not want her to object to what I was about to do because of the “birth control foam” taste. Then, I crawled up and straddled her shoulders where my cock was directly pointed at her mouth and lips.

I commanded her to “suck me clean”. I reached back and began to rub her clit to extend her orgasm and she opened her mouth and took me in and sucked until I was hard again. I told her to keep sucking and began to slowly fuck her face. I loved this position as I could look directly into her eyes as I fucked her face. She sucked and sucked finally, I pushed deep into her throat and shot my cum. Her eyes bulged and she started to gag but I had no mercy. I only pulled back enough so she would not puke on my cock and gave her a chance to take a deep breath.

Afterwards, I told her that I had figured out how she was going to repay me for the money I had spent getting her out of trouble. Strangely enough, she did not complain and just said, “Maybe that’s for the best. God knows I could use a good fuck now and again”. We continued to fuck several times a week until “the rabbit died”. For those of you old enough to remember that was how finding out you were pregnant was described.

He “hubby” was NOT amused. But what could he do? This was before DNA and the only evidence he had was that she had fucked HIM while she was MARRIED to me. Thinking she "hated me" He never suspected that the little blue-eyed girl he “fathered” was really mine. Now he was a dark haired man of Italian decent.

We continued to fuck regularly after the birth of our newest child, but she had started taking birth control pills. Finally, they moved away and the regular sex was no longer possible, but every few months, I’d get a call and she’d ask if she could CUM to see the children. She always asked if she could bring the baby and I always said, of course, I want to see my daughter too. She was the prettiest little bundle of revenge I ever saw.