“Life is good,” I thought to myself before I fell asleep.
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I had Traci served with divorce papers on the grounds of adultery in a month. Until the tests came back positive for semen from one Jack Axelrod, Traci kept to her story of not having sex with him. She turned a nice shade of crimson when I gave her the lab report to read.
“It’s just sex, Mickey. There’s nothing else to it. Let me have my fun for a while — what do you guys call it — a hall pass, and then I’ll be yours for the rest of our lives. And I’ll be so grateful you gave me this gift that I’ll be repaying you forever,” she said, with emphasis on the last word.
“Traci, that’s never going to happen,” I said as sincerely and calmly as I could. “I won’t share you with another man. When I said ‘I do,’ I meant that for life. If you were to tell me right now that you’d quit this foolishness, I’d welcome you back with open arms, despite the fact that you’ve plunged a knife deep into my very soul.”
Traci put her eyes down and started to tear up. Her lack of answer told me everything I needed to know. OK, on to the divorce.
Lauren and Molly weren’t very happy when I informed them of the divorce, and they were less happy when I informed them why. I didn’t feel the need to gloss over anything nor cover up for Traci. She was the one who cheated; let her worry about the consequences. Lauren asked me if I had any proof or was this supposition on my part. I told her about seeing her mother enter the bar with another man, then leaving later with the same man and going over to his house and spending the night. I also told her that I had physical proof of the infidelity if she wanted that, too. Molly asked me about why I didn’t just confront them at the bar, and I told them that I didn’t because they would have just lied their way out of it and not have given me proof of what I was pretty sure was more than a one-time thing.
“Besides,” I added. “Murder is still illegal in this state.”
They both apologized to me for doubting me at all.
Traci didn’t fight the divorce and we split our assets down the middle. The divorce was finalized in four months.
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Like most evenings with Erica, this one started off with low lights and light conversation before we moved on to intertwined bodies, kissing, and gentle petting. We gradually worked up to deep, intimate kissing and fondling before clothes started coming off. I gently rubbed her large boobs, paying particular attention to her sensitive nipples. She was moaning into my mouth with my tongue stuck deep inside her mouth.
Of my current four girls, Erica has been with me the longest at just over nine years. She is a 38-year-old mother of twin girls who has been divorced for 12 years. Seems her husband also had a thing for a neighbor a few houses down, and I guess it was a nasty divorce that left deep scars. I know that a night with Erica is going to require a slow, gentle touch to gradually release the goddess within. I’m willing to take that time, because once you get to the soft, creamy center, so to speak, it’s all worth it.