After twelve years of marriage and three years before that, I was suddenly single again. My open marriage with my first wife was at an end. I missed her warm plump body in my bed and her company around the house, too
The house was quiet now but she hoped there was somebody else awake. She strained to hear footsteps on the landing outside her door and at last she heard them. She pulled her nightie up around her neck, opened her legs wide and waited for her lover to arrive.
"We'll get her really drunk and take her somewhere quiet." "You've got a nasty mind," I said with a chuckle. "I always knew there was something about you I liked."
On the floor was my fourteen year old sister Mel, her white blouse thrown open and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her short skirt was up around her waist and her knickers were missing. Between her legs Des was thrusting away, the only sound was skin slapping on skin
Car after car flashed by, lighting the scene with their headlights. He pounded into her and despite the situation or perhaps because of it she felt her body responding to him.
I sat there staring at the kitchen table. On it were three items, a wedding ring, an eternity ring and a card. All the card said was 'sorry and goodbye.' So that was it then, four years of marriage up the spout with just three words as explanation
I felt my face burn and I just nodded. I'm not ashamed of my body, far from it for I know it's pretty good, slim with nice shaped size-B breasts and long slim legs that look great in tight jeans or short skirts. It was just in my household words like Jill was using were never voiced.
It could all be so funny if it hadn't been so serious, my wife of three years was naked on the floor with a stranger pounding between her legs. Not only that two others were waiting for their turn.
The first time I ever saw my future wife was at a party. She was sandwiched between two guys behind the garage. I was taking some air and having a smoke when I heard a noise.
