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Anger; deep and burning anger.  There was also pain.  Pain of a kind Id never felt before.  I wanted to kill or be killed.  I had never been this angry before in my life.  Some might say I was pretty young yet and that life would have other situations that would bring out anger like this again.  I dont think so.

My anger is a kind of anger that nobody should have to deal with.  Any kind of anger that makes a person feel a need to take another individuals life is not good.  I wanted to kill two people at the moment, and once I made my presence known I knew that Id have to exercise extreme caution in order to not end up in prison.

Why am I so angry?  Ill tell you why.  It all started about five weeks ago when my wife started to change, like a chameleon in front of my eyes.  She went from loving, doting, and pleasing me to smart ass retorts, slights, and cuts.  She began to refuse intimacy and that intimacy included things husbands and wives do in bed together.

That made me suspicious immediately, since Id once had a girlfriend who had cheated on me, and when that all came out, Id learned some painful life-long lessons.  I never mentioned the first bitch to the now second bitch in my life.  Dont know it would have made a difference anyway.

On the second week of her change I decided to investigate further.  Im not a guy who takes his problems to a P.I. or someone else to help solve.  Nope.  Im one of those hands-on guys and I handle my own issues quite well thank you very much.

I followed her from her workplace at lunchtime. When she pulled into that motel parking space and walked briskly right to room 104, I knew she was cheating on me.  Her job didnt involve dealing with customers out of the workplace at all.  Matter of fact, she didnt deal at all with customers since she worked in the record keeping department.

That first discovery caused me pain, but not near the pain that her taunts, cuts and slights had already caused me.  The man she met was a co-worker of hers of sorts, he worked in a different department.  I had heard he was in the quick rising circle and that he was headed up the ladder rapidly.

After seeing them meet three times in two weeks I decided how I was going to approach this issue.  Head on.  Im too cheap to pay good money out to find out an already known factor, so I just waited until now, knowing that just behind this door my wife was in the arms of another man. 

I wont kill them  I wont kill them  I kept repeating that to myself in the hopes I wouldnt kill them.  It was going to be a very close thing.  I had to confront them, and I had to get the pictures.  In this state I could still sue for alienation of affection and her employer would be getting hit hard too, for allowing it to happen as it did.  

My guess was that Mr. On the Way up was soon to be On the Way OUT.  I needed the pictures, and then I needed to serve the soon to be ex-wife the divorce papers.  The locks on our house were being changed as I stood here, the locksmith having been paid by me just before I left home.  I had moved all our money around and split it evenly.  I had canceled all our credit cards.  I had done many things over the last two weeks, and now the final turmoil was about to begin.

I am not certain how Simone will react.  It is my thought that she will be happy instead of upsethowever she may feel quite guilty in a few minutes too.  Of course, my lawyer whos had a lot of experience with divorce, told me the guilt will pass, as soon as she gets her own lawyer.

Do I love her you may ask?  Well, right now I hate her fully and openly.  At the same time Im in a deep inner fight with myself thinking that she really loves me and this is just a mistake on her part poor judgment and we may fix things.   

Logically I know it wont happen though.  I cant accept a wife who would cheat on me.  There is not one ounce of trust left in my being for her.  The love that I still have for her is just that part which hasnt had time to accept this sudden and complete change happening in such a short while.

The manager of the motel handed me the key to the room.  A hundred dollar bill and a promise to not mess up the place served as the gateway to having the key in hand.  Hes a nice guy and Im sure its not his fault my wife and her toy-boy chose this place for their trysts.  He also mentioned something about his ex-wife and how there were some similarities between us.



Slow motion


Inserting the key I opened the door quietly.  Moving into the room I close the door almost all the way, leaving it cracked just a bit.  I aimed the camera and stepped into the room fully. 

*Flash*

*Flash*

*Flash* 

*Flash*

Man I love this digital camera. I thought to myself. Im sure glad she gave it to me for my birthday three months ago.

She was screaming at the guy to get off her.  He was pissed and moving to get up.  I took several more pictures, seeing her hard nipples, the red marks where he had been sucking on her tits, his hard cock popping out, and cum shooting everywhere. 

Simone was crying, trying to cover up while he did the stupid thing.  I had secretly hoped he would and his choice made my next move quite natural.

What the fuck? Who are you? Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass!


Who I am is her soon to be EX.  Whose ass is going to be kicked is debatable. I dont think youre going to kick my ass.


I moved to one side as he approached.  Setting the camera down and turning just a bit to the right I let him come up on my left.  Letting go of the camera I began to turn rapidly and in so doing, swung my arm up and hard.

My fist connected with his jaw almost perfectly.  His feet lifted up off the floor with the force of all my anger, pain, and just a tad of fear.  Fear you say?  Yesfear.  I was afraid I was going to kill this stupid asshole, and he just wasnt worth it.

He hit the floor, out cold.  I must have been quite angrier than I thought.  I bent over and checked him for a pulse, suddenly aware that I may just have killed the dumb-shit, and that would have been tragic, for me that is.  

There was a pulse, so I relaxed.  I heard Simone going on and on about something, and now I turned to face her.  She suddenly shut up, fear choking her voice.  I knew that shed never seen me this way before, and I must have looked far different from the man she had left at breakfast this morning.

Well whore, hope you enjoy this dip-shit.  Hes going to be yours from now on.  I sure as hell dont want anything to do with your cheating ass anymore.

She sat there, tears running down her face, shaking and hugging herself.  She couldnt look me in the eye something I noticed had been occurring more and more lately.  Now though, she knew that I knew.  Now she knew the game was up. She glanced at me standing over her lover and Id seen her shiver.  Her eyes didnt stay on me very long though.

Here are the typical papers which are served in situations like this.  Im suing for divorce.  The locks on the house have been changed.  Ive set up a bank account with your half of everything.  Youre served, were through, thanks for nothing.

The papers landed on her knees which were half out of the sheet she was trying to hide under.  She looked at them, and then looked into my eyes.  She said nothing.  For the first time in the last three or four weeks, I felt nothing.  

Two kinds of nothing were going on in that room.  Mine was going to be far more painful in the end, but right now, she knew there was nothing she could say to make things right between us.  I even got the feeling that she may not know how to make things right and that us hadnt existed for a longer time than these last weeks.

I turned and left, hearing her plead with me as I went out the door.

Wait.  Let me explain.  PLEASE Jonathan PLEASE!

I kept walking.  I couldnt let her see my eyes right then.  They were full.  Tears were welling up in them, and I knew that if I turned Id weaken in my whole plan.  There was too much water under the bridge and I had too many issues now to want to do that.  What had once been, now was nevermore.

Arriving home I found the locksmith patiently waiting.  Hed changed all three entry locks and the garage door opener had been reprogrammed.  I thanked him for doing the job on such short notice, and tipped him a twenty. 

Inside the house that had been a home, I sat at the kitchen table and thought over our years together.  I didnt know why Simone changed or why she suddenly decided I was less than what she evidently had originally seen in me.  I didnt know one damn reason why she had done this.

I did know that we were done.  I did know that in five weeks the pain and words had made me a different man, but obviously Simone missed that change while it was occurring, just as I had missed the changes in her too.

The phone rang.  Looking at the caller ID I saw it was Simones mom.  I answered.


John, whats going on?  Simone came over here in tears saying that shed ruined your marriage.  Whats happened?

Well Doris, its like this.  Simone will have to tell you what happened, but suffice it to say that I found her at a motel room today and served her the divorce papers.

Why John? I dont understand this at all. 

Look, Im really sorry Doris.  You know that I love you and Sam with all my heart and this whole thing is tough on all of us but it has to be this way.

I had tears running down my cheeks now.  I truly loved Simones parents.  Theyd been very good to me over the years Simone and I had been together, and hearing the pain and confusion in Doriss voice cut my soul.  I was glad that this was taking place over the phone.  I didnt want them to see me like this.

John, cant you two work it out somehow?

I dont think so Doris.  This is a biggie.  A seriously huge biggie and its one of those biggies that destroy everything.

The silence on the other end of the phone told me that Doris was trying to cope with such hard and fast news.  I felt for her, since just last night wed had dinner with Doris and Sam, and Simone was all lovey-dovey while in front of her parents.  The whole show had been surprising to me.

Wed fought on the way there, and of course I got the cold shoulder on the way homebut while at Doris and Sams, wed been the perfect little couple.  I didnt allow our fight to show to prevent Sam from being hurt by his daughters actions, but it appeared I should have warned them somehow before taking the actions I just had.

Sams health wasnt all that good and the years of working in hard jobs combined with the smoking hed done led to his current health being so poor.  Doris was in good health, but always worrying about Sam, so I felt bad about having not given them some kind of heads-up on all this mess.

I knew that had I warned them though, Simone would have got some kind of warning and Id never have gotten the pictures I needed.  Well, I didnt actually need them for court unless her lawyer copped an attitude on us.  If her lawyer copped the attitude, then the pictures would be laid on the table along with sworn testimony from six different individuals about their affair.

I call it an affair with reservation.  Im not sure Simone was in love with this guy or even if she had participated initially of her own free will.  One of the sworn statements from a co-worker of Gregs had indicated that he held something over Simones head at the start of the whole thing.  

My lawyer was having a heyday with the case being presented to Simones employer. That case had been presented and filed this morning while I was preparing to visit the motel room.  Hed filed in court and then within twenty minutes was on the phone with the company lawyers.  They were excited to say the least.

They were also in denial, of course, but he mentioned the sworn statements and suddenly the company had a whole different take on things.  I knew from what my lawyer told me that Simone and lover, and any others involved were more than likely to be terminated from their jobs the next day, barring any reasonable excuse for their behavior.

Me, I knew that the case for alienation of affection against Greg was strong from his employers actions. We had the sworn statements from three of his and one of her co-workers about them sneaking around at work and getting it on.  There had been speculation by supervisors at the company about them as well, yet nobody said anything to them or me. 

We also had sworn affidavits from the motel owner and a cleaning lady as well.  Six witnesses of sorts, and my pictures to ensure proof that there were in fact sexual liaisons happening on company time.

Their using the motel had come about to alleviate the attentions of co-workers. Greg had evidently figured out that they were becoming too noticeable.  He also knew about the company policies on things like workplace romance. My lawyer had gotten lots of info. We also had their company policy on workplace ethics, actions and relationships in printed form.  

I discovered that Simone and the jerk had been together for a bit more than five weeks by the point I figured out things werent right.  So, Simone had been running around on me for just over ten weeks in total by the time I visited them at the motel.

My finding out five weeks prior had been one of those most difficult times in my life.  Id had three of them so far, and by now I hoped Id never have another as long as I lived.


The History (Simones version)


We werent getting along as well as we had been when first married.  Jonathan had been busy at his work, working on several projects.  We had talked about it, since it was cutting into our personal lives so much.  I knew that in a few months all the hard work would more than likely pay off with a nice promotion.  

Meanwhile, at my job, Greg had found that Id messed up on some employee records.  It wasnt a huge mistake, but it was a serious error on my part and could have cost me my next promotion and raise, as well as caused me to be held back for the foreseeable future.

Greg, being the kind of man he is, used that information and for all practical purposes blackmailed me into meeting him after work one night.  That turned into a sexual favor for one time to prevent me from suffering for all the issues surrounding my mistake.

While not thrilled about it all, the one thing that allowed me to do such a thing was the fact that Jonathan and I hadnt been getting along well, nor had we had much sex in the last six months. 

I didnt realize it until that first meeting between Greg and I, but I had also been feeling I was missing out on some things that other people had experienced in life.  Jonathan had been my one and only.  Id never been with any man other than him, ever.  Greg and I being together had opened up a dam deep inside me.

That first time with Greg was in his office during lunch.  Everyone left as usual and Id hung back.  Greg was waiting for me, and hed even brought in a small bottle of my favorite wine, along with some cheese and crackers.  

Our lunch times were usually an hour, with everyone going to local restaurants or street vendors to eat.  Id usually go to the street vendor and buy something quick off the cart and then go sit in solitude at the park.  We werent missed at all that first day.

Greg had turned out to be nicer than the mean old blackmailer Id thought.  That first time was kind of a letting go for me too.  After that day I discovered I wanted it more.  Even though I knew it was wrong.  Even though I still loved my husband, Greg treated me like I dont know maybe his property or something. With him I could let go and be someone else totally.

Hed order me to do things and at first, as I said, while not thrilled, Id do them.  By the end of that lunch I had done some things with Greg Id never done with my husband.  Greg was the first man to cum in my mouth.  I swallowed to keep the cum from staining my dress.

Greg was the first man to finger my asshole.  We did it over his desk my body bent over, dress still on but pulled open to expose my tits.  Hed pulled my dress up in back and when his cock slipped between my pussy lips I came hard.  It was so nasty so dirty so sexy.

My hands were on the edges of his desk top hanging on as Greg thrust in and out of me.  His cock wasnt bigger in length than Jonathans but it was fatter, so it felt huge inside me. As I approached my second orgasm Gregs fingers slipped into my asshole.  Two at first, then later, I think, three.

After I thought he came, he pulled out and ordered me to suck him clean.  I sucked on his cock, which didnt go soft, and suddenly I had another load of cum shooting into my throat. The second load of cum Id swallowed in my life, the second in less than an hour.

I later learned that Greg hadnt cum in my pussy but had held off.  I had been cumming so hard I never knew that he didnt shoot off in me.  Hed wanted to see me sucking his load out of his cock since he could never get his wife to do that.

Wed barely been able to get things straightened out before the others got back, and Id left his office not feeling as angry towards him as I had when it all started.  Later that day as I tasted him on my lips, I found myself thinking about the next time.  It was a sudden, unbidden thought and it told me that I wanted Greg again.  .

Greg also wanted more than the one time too.  He approached me the next day about it, and we once more did the office thing.  That time I attacked him and we fucked until he came deep inside me.

I heard him begin to say things about Jonathan that day.  Negative little slights.  I never really thought about what he was saying, since I just wanted to feel his cock deep inside me again.

During the next two weeks the pattern emerged that while we were doing it, Greg would say terrible things about Jonathan.  He even intimated that Jonathan had to be cheating on me.  With the way things were in our lives at home, I pretty soon took Gregs attitude.

Over the weeks I started to belittle and run down Jonathan to everyone except my parents.  I feared that my mother and dad would see right through me, so I tried to be the dutiful loving little wife while my parents were around.

So now, just before the motel trysts evolved, Jonathan and I were on the outs, Greg and I had gone from having sex to a full blown affair.  Greg was the first to take my anal virginity.  At first it was painful.  Later on I found I was shoving back begging for Greg to do me harder and faster.  Id never have thought Id like anal sex, let alone beg for it.

Sucking off Greg was my passion.  I found that I developed a taste for cum and at times Id rather suck him off to taste him then fuck him.  One day I actually came while I was sucking him, and while I was cumming, Greg had moved a bit so when I came down from my orgasm I discovered that my lips were pressed hard at the base of his cock.  

I had taken him all the way into my throat.  That became a thing we did each time we got together.  Id suck and work on his cock until Id have him all the way inside of my mouth and down my throat. I loved the feeling of power that gave me.

Greg had mentioned that the motel would be the better way for us to keep meeting until we could figure out something else.  His wife was getting suspicious and he thought that someone at work may have mentioned to her that we seemed to be together a bit too much, considering that we worked in different departments.

We had never talked about leaving our spouses.  It never came up.  We were just meeting for the hot sex and the more we met, the hotter it seemed to get.  The time before Jonathan made his knowledge of us known, Greg had started to talk about maybe inviting in another man.  

At first I was reluctant, but after his persuasive talk, I was soon wondering what that would be like.  Had Jonathan not done what hed done, Id probably have been with more than one man in less than a month.  Greg seemed to know what to say and how to act to get me to do things with and for him that Id never even thought of allowing Jonathan to do with me.

I should have seen that with Jonathan there was love.  Love, respect, and understanding.  I gave that up for sex.  Sex and lust.  Greg ordered and took what he wanted, and I gave it up to him with little or no fight. Jonathan had respected me and would never have taken anything without my agreeing to it completely.

Greg could take from me and order me because he had no love there for me.  He just had this little slut he could get whatever he wanted from, while his wife gave him the emotional support he needed.

I on the other hand, had taken Gregs banter about Jonathan to heart and cut my emotional support with my husband in favor of having the sexual high I had with Greg.  Looking back, I know now I made the biggest mistake of my life ten weeks ago and there is no going back and fixing it now.

I can remember the last time Jonathan and I had what I would call great sex.  Wed been to my parents for dinner.  Mom and dad had been away for a few weeks on a trip and they were so full of love and laughter that it was contagious.  

On the way home Id snuggled into Jonathan as he drove.  Opening up his pants Id begun to stroke him, fondling and just holding his cock.  He almost drove into the ditch twice before we got home.

Once home wed run into the front room and I was stripping as the front door closed.  Had someone been walking by and looking, theyd have seen me topless, struggling to get my pantyhose off.

Jonathan picked me up in his strong arms, and carried me into the bedroom.  Placing me on the bed gently, as is his way, he moved between my legs.  His hot breath was the first thing I felt at my pussy. 

Jonathan loved to eat me.  He seemed to live for it at times.  His tongue worked magic on me, parting my pussy lips, delving inside, tickling my clit, moving around, up and down, its rough texture and then all at once smooth and slick, then rough again.  God I loved how Jonathan used to eat me out.

I had kept my legs spread wide, and Jonathans fingers slipped into my pussy.  Always careful, he was slow in his movements, making sure I was prepared before he got firmer or rougher.

Oh yeah, he could be rough.  He could be abrupt.  He could catch me off guard while fucking me deeply.  Why I had gone for Greg as I did is something I never really thought about. Other than the issues I felt Jonathan and I had, there was no reason.  Issues that now I can clearly see were just my problems getting out of hand.  I was the issue.

I had always wanted to suck Jonathan off, but hed usually stop me before he came, wanting to please me more while he still could.  Id never struggled to keep on going, though at times I wondered what it would feel like, taste like, or be like, to have him cum in my mouth.

That night hed been gently making love to me, then suddenly he became a tiger.  Literally.  He moved with a firmness Id never seen before, and, while not too forceful, he was forceful enough to make me lose it.  It had been the best sex wed ever had, and looking back, at least I have that memory untainted by Greg and my actions afterwards. 

Wed fucked for hours that night, almost into the next morning.  I spooned up to my husband secure in the knowledge that he loved me and desired me deeply.  Then several weeks later Id been caught up with Greg and his blackmail.  

I still dont know how I managed to make that first step like I did.  I ask myself why didnt I fight Greg and push him to reveal what he allegedly had on me?  Why would I allow my job and my fears for moving up come between my husband and me?  How had I been so damned easy?

Looking back, I dearly wish Id tried to push Jonathan into trying out different things, and I wish Id been the slut for my husband instead of some creep like Greg.  Its not like I ever loved the guy.  Jonathan on the other hand, I loved.  Id had a short time out of love, that happens in marriages.  Instead of hanging in there, Id taken the easy way out and found pleasure in the arms of another man.

What hurts the most is the fact that I have to live with the brand cheater.  Thats what I am, what Ive become.  Ive heard people say, Once a cheater, always a cheater. Now I live knowing that Im a cheater. 

When Jonathan stepped into the room that day I was shocked.  I tried to hide.  I tried to get Greg off me.  By the time Greg got up I looked at my husbands face and saw a stranger.  There was a look in his eyes that Id never seen before. 

Greg got up off of me, his hard cock pulling out of my pussy. Greg had been orgasming as Jonathan started to shoot the pictures of us.  Greg got off the bed saying something I didnt catch, while Jonathan calmly turned and put the digital camera on the table next to where he was standing.

The next seconds stunned me.  I saw Greg start towards Jonathan, threatening him.  The next thing I saw was Greg flying up about two feet into the air, then landing on his back, out cold.  I heard the crack of something hitting flesh right as Greg suddenly apparently jumped into the air as if sprouting wings. I turned back to look from Greg to Jonathan, and I saw Jonathan holding his fist closed, a bit of blood spattered on him.

Jonathans cold, ice blue eyes found mine and I couldnt look at him any more.  I tried to cover myself up, burrowing into the sheet.  Jonathan called me a whore and tossed some folded papers on the bed.  I heard something about papers, divorce, being served. I looked at the sheets of the bed, not knowing if my husband was going to beat me too or not.  I was scared and embarrassed, and, most of all, ashamed.

Jonathan suddenly turned and started walking out, having grabbed the camera from the table.  I cried out to himI cant remember what I said, but I remember thinking that what ever it was it must have sounded so hollow.

Afterwards I took a long shower.  I never checked on Greg.  I didnt care if he was dead or not.  The motel manager came by and checked on the room.  Thats when I found out Jonathan had bought a key from him.  

That manager looked at me like I was dirt.  He said that hed caught his wife with another man in a room just like Jonathan had, and that was the only real reason hed given Jonathan the key.  He told me Id really screwed up.  

He didnt need to tell me.  I knew.  Id just thrown away the best thing Id ever had in my life.  All because I got caught up in my little affair and thought I had something special.

The following day I showed up at work and there were three men in my office waiting for me.  The president, the Human Resources manager, and some guy who I think was the company lawyer.

I was asked how Greg and I had gotten together.  I explained everything.  I held nothing back.  I could see the looks on my co-workers faces as they walked by the office, the same as when I walked in that morning, and I knew Id be gone by the end of the day.

I was wrong about that though.  First, the HR guy made sure that the first time I was with Greg was blackmail of sorts, and then they made me sign some papers about Greg and me.  I was out of the office and on the street before lunch.  The company wouldnt allow me to work there, but since Greg had blackmailed me to begin with, they had to give me severance pay.  Other than that, I was out.

Greg was escorted out by building security and right into the hands of the police.  Evidently hed been up to something else and it all came out during questioning.  Greg was in deep, very deep.  

I found out later that Greg had been stealing from the company here and there.  Usually it was small amounts or a bit of fast work on receipts from traveling and stuff.  All together it had added up to enough to charge him with Grand Larceny.  

Gregs wife left him, taking their three kids and moving home to her parents house back east.  Greg was in jail awaiting trial.  I was asked to testify at first, but when the D.A. and I talked, she realized that my testimony would probably hurt more than help, so they decided to not use me.  

The lawyer for Greg asked me if Id testify on Gregs behalf.  After I told him what Id say about how Greg had originally blackmailed me into sex, and then how hed worked the wedge between my husband and me, he too decided I was not going to be any use on the stand.

I went home.  That was painful.  My dad was near heart attack when I first got there.  He was mad.  Mad as Id ever seen him.  He called me all sorts of names.  He couldnt understand why Id tossed away my marriage with Jonathan like I had.  

What hurt the most was mom.  She looked into my eyes, hers full of pain. The words she said are ingrained into my brain forever.

You have made the worst mistake you could have ever made.  You let not only your mom and dad down, let yourself down, but you let your husband down too. You, young lady, have totally destroyed two marriages, and your husbands love.  Low.  You have become the lowest of the low.  I still love you, since youre my daughter, but now I have absolutely no respect for you.

Its been tough since then.  Alone, out of work, and living with parents who have changed dramatically due to my actions, is stressful.  Jonathan was true to his word and the money was split even-steven.  I signed away my interests in our home, and he sold it immediately.

Im working things out in my life now.  I miss my husband, and I wish now Id never gone where I went.  I know too little, too late.  I have that cheater brand hanging over my head, and it will take a long time, if ever, to get rid of. I am starting over though.  I hope that eventually Ill be able to get on with life and not have this pain on an hourly basis.

Jonathan quit his job and moved across the country.  I think he couldnt stand the thought of his cheating whore wife being in the same state as he was.  Painful lesson learned, at least I hope I learned.  Time will tell.


Jonathan finishes

Leaving the motel room that day was the numbest Id ever been.  Simone was still on the bed, in tears, Greg was still out cold.  The manager of the motel met me outside in the hallway.  I handed him the key.



He placed his hand on my shoulder in a kindly way.

Its tough right now, but it will get better.  Move on, find yourself and then find someone else. Youll be okay.  I wont lie to you its going to be painful for a while yet.  Depends on how much you loved her, and how much you cared for her.

Thanks.  I figured out that bit, but hearing it from someone whos been there is reassuring.  See ya round.

No offense, but I hope not.

I walked away.  At home that night I cried.  I know its supposedly not manly or the macho thing but I hurt.  Doris called me to let me know that she and Sam let Simone move in with them.  She sounded lost.  That brought tears to my eyes too.  They were good people, and I felt bad that theyd been caught up in this mess.

Days went by and Simone didnt contest a thing about the divorce.  It went smooth as silk.  My lawyer was surprised, as was hers too, I think.  She had no fight left in her at all.  I could tell she was suffering, but at least she never tried to excuse what shed done. 

Once the divorce was over, the case against her former employer finished up.  They just wanted me to go away and they were willing to pay my lawyer fees, court costs and a tidy sum just to make sure I did. 

Greg went to jail.  I relished that for the moment.  Now hed get to know other forms of sex, hopefully on the receiving end this time.  I have no sympathy for him.  Hes not a man hes a nothing, at least to me.  

He had had three kids and a wife. I met her once during the turmoil of the divorce she was a looker too.  What a dip-shit Greg was. Hed had it all, and tossed it away because of some kind of sexual thrill he must have felt he couldnt get from her. 

I turned in my resignation.  My employers were stunned.  They worked hard to try to convince me not to quit, but I had  too many issues to be able to continue to work there effectively. They did what they could, then once they knew I was gone, the offered me a nice letter of recommendation which I accepted.

I have a new job on the west coast. I moved out here about a year ago.  I met a nice young lady.  Shes a keeper.  Im still a bit gun shy in the trust department, but she has an ex-husband who cheated on her, so theres a common ground between us.  

As for sex between us, you might want to know?  Well, weve done it all and then some.  She is adventurous and so am I.  I want to ensure that we are both happy as we can be in that department for the long term.  Were meshing in other ways too, so its a well rounded relationship.  

Having dated a bit since the divorce, I know a good thing when I see it.  Hopefully she feels the same way about me too.

Life has been a reality check, but I think things are on the mend.











