She looked at me fearfully. She could see how angry I was, and she took her time. I could almost see the gears inside her head working! Would she actually confess it all, or would she figure that she could still con me?
Finally, she spoke, quietly. "Artie—I swear to you. Yesterday was the first and only time I've ever been with another man, since the day we were married. I love you, and . . . ."
"STOP!" I said, jumping up. "Okay, Nancy, game over. I know all about it. About Rich coming over and flirting with you. About grabbing your tits while you were pouring coffee. About the two of you fucking on the kitchen table. And about all your afternoon fun and games in the last six weeks."
She stared at me, stunned. "No, Artie, it's not . . . ."
"Yes it is, you bitch! Meaghan went to see Rich in the hospital, and he told her the whole story. I understand you like it nasty, huh? And all of a sudden you're into sexy underwear."
I went to the corner and picked up the paper bag I'd put there. It was all the bustiers, thong panties, and bras I'd found hidden under the winter clothes at the back of our closet. Enough of them to fill a store window.
"Here's what you've apparently been using to turn on that asshole boyfriend of yours—because you never wore any of it for me!" I dumped the bag out onto the floor, and she gasped.
"Get out my house, Nancy. You don't live here anymore. You're about to be an ex-wife."
She burst into tears again, but I went right on talking.
"I'll call it 'irreconcilable differences', unless you give me any shit or that fuckhead presses charges. Then it'll be 'adultery', and you may wind up without a job.
"If you have anything you want to say to me, get a lawyer and have him call Ed Emerick."
I took Nancy's arm and walked her to the front door. "That's it. We're done."
She was crying, trying to say, "I'm so sorry . . . it was a mistake . . ." but I wasn't really listening. I put her on the front step and closed the door. The second time in two days—and I hoped it would be the last.
We got divorced. Nancy tried for a couple of weeks to call and talk to me, but I wouldn't speak to her. She found an apartment near her school—I think her parents helped her out with the rent, but I don't much care either way. She sees the kids a lot; I wasn't going to be a prick about custody and visitation, since she's been a good mom and they love her.
Never heard from Rich. I guess Nancy convinced him not to tell the police who had racked him up, because he would have had to explain why.
After about three months I started going out with Meaghan. We took it slow for a couple of weeks, but then she got horny and dragged me into bed. We'd left her daughter Janey at my house with Ellen to watch her, so we had Meaghan's place to ourselves.
Meaghan in bed was sure a surprise! I knew she was kind and loving, and a good person; but who knew she'd be a sex-fiend! We did it three times the first night, and she gave me a blowjob that made me forget I'd ever been married to Nancy.
I don't know if we'll get married. For right now we're happy just going along the way we are. But all three of the kids keep asking us about it, so one of these days we may decide it's time to be one family in one house.
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[Author's Note: This story was inspired by the stories of jakewho69. Apologies to jakewho if I seem to have borrowed some ideas from him.]
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Dr Semblance
Dr Semblance, resident poet and philosopher, deserves our heartfelt thanks; not only did he waste a few minutes of his life reading a story, but spent a few minutes more telling us this, which of course is not a waste of our time to read. 😀more...
Anonymous "cracked" said it.
At least the story was short and I only wasted a few minutes of my life.
Why is the theme song to All in the Family playing in my mind right now ?
"When girls were girls and men were men" ( luckily you can't hear my golden pipes through cyberspace !)
If this story were posted today , the screams of Misogyny , Sainted' hubby stupid wife, reused story lines would scream through the screen !
But thankfully , I can travel back in time to when this category was in its Hey days and simply enjoy a good little LW yarn and not have to listen to all that sanctimonious B.S.
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Cracked!!
This is probably the most superficial Ohio effort I have read. This is my second or third time through. The only person with any believable emotion is the cute divorceé. The husband storms around like a Tommy Lee Jones film character barking his disgust. The wife is a complete mystery.
The way I see it is this is the story of a wife who simply cracked. Without any other background information on the marriage, I think it's fair to say that there was an understandable dip in their marital sex life and she was not smart enough to monitor her weaknesses. She has some character flaws, but everybody does.
I think what comes to the fore in the analysis is the actions of the predator. If you are a right thinking man you have to say that most ANY wife is vulnerable to at least a fleeting instance of cheating.
When a predator can get a foothold socially he can work the woman and abuse her trust. By degrees he can get her pussy to respond. If he makes a move while she is in her dreamy fugue-state condition - when her pussy is on fire - she would have to be some type of ninja ro resist. Even if it was not full-on sexual intercourse, she would likely end up in some type of sexual contact.
The woman just does not seem very smart. That's why I think the "best friend" predator should have recieved another night time visit and been reduced to bone splinters and bloody jello. He willfully attacked the marriage. After his inital flirts the wife obviously gave off signals of some type or another. She really was a sitting duck. Hubby was kind of stupid as well, if the friend was always coming up with excuses to be at the house, and what, he has no inklings at all?. Really? Stupid of him not to head that off if he had the info it seems thst he did have.
One point where I differ in looking at all these cheating stories is that a rational man must admit that his wife DOES need SOME type of protection. Mainly she will need protection from the husband's own abstractions about "trust", etc. By all means, trust your wife, but why not arrange things so that conditions are not constantly hammering on the wife's upper limit of vulnerability? If every street corner in the USA had a box of loaded handguns, do you think that there would be more weak-minded people just grabbing and shooting? The answer is yes, of course. Now just substitute "lusty hard dicks" for guns and you have your answer.
The point is that our hubby here is not above responsibility himself. Get off of your ass and pay attention to your sexy milf wife, you dipshit. Never forget to say thank you for what she does for the family and don't stop your affections and hands-on attention. And by all means, stop with the abstract bullshit about "trust" and don't shove her into a pit of steaming, hot, hard manmeat.
Overall, I have to say I'm surprised at the superficiality of the story. The human emotion, the depth, the background - it's just not there.more...
re: borrowing ideas
there are very few original ideas in this category. What makes the difference is the craft of the story teller.
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