Will It Work Out?

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Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Tear Jerker, Cheating, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Can two people forget about their pasts and have a relationship?



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Can a tiger change his strips, or a leopard change his spots? What about a whore - can she change her lifestyle? Something to think about, I really would like to know.

I'm Greg, one pissed off son-of-a-bitch after finding my wife fucking one of her colleagues. She always said I was too busy with the business and never did anything for her. We've been married for six years but didn't have any kids. I've always wanted a couple at least. I did my damnedest to earn a living and get Erica everything. I guess I wasn't good enough.

I originally worked for my father in the construction business. He was the owner and had hundreds of people working for him. He would tell me, "Someday this will all be yours. Just keep working hard and you will eventually have a much better and easier life."

I usually worked ten hours a day, six days a week. I explained to Erica that one day it would be better for both of us. We could have our little house in the county with the picket fence, a swing set for the kids to play on and we can spend a lot more time together. We can have the good life.

She laughed at me and called me a stupid dreamer. She told me she didn't want a fucking house in the country and she sure in the hell didn't want brats running around. "I want the real life," she told me. "I want the big city, bright lights. I want that night life instead of being cooped up with a bunch of kids."

I was wrenched inside. I had a surprise for her. I had bought that house for her. She told me she might be pregnant and I went and bought the little house in the country. It wasn't really little. I had told my dad about how I wanted this house and he loaned me the money for it. A half million dollars. It was a beautiful five bedrooms, three baths house. It had everything from a pool to a spa and all kinds of extras. It didn't have the picket fence yet and now, probably never would.

Erica saw it and told me she wasn't a hillbilly and wasn't going to live way out there in the middle of nowhere. She told me to sell it and we could use the money to lease an apartment in the big city. I tried to explain to her that the house wasn't mine or the money. My dad kept it in his name so he was the owner.

"So tell your father he can live there. I'm moving to the city."

I tried; I really did. When Erica and I first met we had a great time together. We talked about a family and the house in the country. We both graduated from college the same year and moved to Ohio where my dad had his business. He sent me to college for the knowledge end of the business. I knew the hands-on building work. I've been doing it for years and I spent every summer working.

Erica got her degree in secretarial science. She was working at one of the local firms downtown. That's where she must have met Brad. To make a long story short, I had a surprise for Erica. I booked a two week trip to Las Vegas with everything paid in advance. She could have her two weeks for what she called the night life. I booked it for the following year to save money. I headed over to her office to surprise her with the good news. This was probably only the fifth time I've ever been to the office. Looking back, I guess she might have been embarrassed to be with me, her country hick husband.

She always liked my build and she even said she liked the way I made love. I guess she figured a suit and tie job was more impressive. Anyway I headed up to where her office was but she wasn't there. I know it was closing time but I saw her car was still in the parking garage. I heard some noises coming from a nearby office where the door was shut. It kind of sounded like Erica. I was going to knock but I had a good idea what was going on. I pushed open the door; they were too stupid to lock it. There leaned Erica over a desk, sans panties, with a cock shoved up her pussy.

Brad looked over at me and was startled, as I grabbed him by the throat and threw him across the office and into the wall. His once hardened cock was now more of a stub hanging there. I turned to Erica as she screamed, "Don't hurt him. I love him."

"What? I thought you were pregnant with our child?" I said.

"I said that to get you off my back. I've always taken birth control pills so I wouldn't have your brats. I never was pregnant. Besides, it's Brad I love, a real man."

I walked over and picked up the piece of shit and threw him against the wall a second and a third time. Erica kept yelling, "Leave him alone, you bastard."

I went back over to her and pushed her back over the desk and held her down while I undid my zipper and pulled out my cock.

"What are you doing, you bastard?" she asked, as I got ready to get revenge and shove my cock into her waiting hole. No love, just revenge.

"Look at your real man laying there getting a hard-on while I'm getting ready to fuck you. Hell! He's all yours, I don't want anything to do with your old cunt." I got up without fucking her and put my cock back in my pants. I told her I wouldn't be home for two days. Whatever of her stuff she didn't take out of the house by then would be thrown out.

I left the office and went to my country home that I thought was going to be our home. It wasn't completely furnished yet. We stopped working on it when Erica said she didn't like it.

The whole diabolical thing happened about a year ago. Since then we got divorced. We didn't really have all that much. She spent most every dollar we had on herself. I do have to say she really was an attractive woman, and always looked nice. I guess that's why I stayed with her so long. We ended up splitting our savings and I let her have her furnishings. My dad told me later, the reason he kept everything in his name was he could see that my marriage wasn't the best but he wanted to stay out of it. He didn't want me to lose everything.

About three months ago he decided to retire. He said he wanted to travel with mom and didn't want to be tied down to the business. I was now president of the company. Dad and Mom owned fifty percent of the stock in the company. My sister, Jan, and I each owned twenty-five percent. Jan was heavily involved in the business and was in charge of personnel and the bookkeeping end of the business. I was in charge of the actual construction jobs and to oversee the jobs being done. I was a hands-on boss and often jumped in to help.

The time had come when I had my Las Vegas tickets to use. My sister told me I should go. The trip was already paid for and I sure could use the time off. We'd been working a lot of hours making all the business transfers from Dad to us. I decided to go and take my friend Alan along. I haven't met any new women friends since the divorce. Alan was one of my younger up and coming workers. He was also single, so we wouldn't have a wife to deal with. Most of my closer friends were all married.

We got on the plane and headed for Las Vegas. The town of no tell; maybe I'd get lucky and get laid a few times. I sure could use it.

We had a beautiful room with two beds. I asked for the two beds, originally it was to be a king size bed. We looked at the roster of things to choose from which were all paid for. We would have to pay for our own drinks, any meals outside of this hotel and of course gambling wasn't free. We hit the tables for a couple of hours. I lost a quick thousand and Alan a couple of hundred, so we decided to hell with that. We thought we would try fishing. We didn't even have to rent a car. We used the free transportation tickets. We joined a group headed out to one of the parks and we tried our hand at fishing. It was fun, getting away and just enjoying life a little.

The next couple of days we tried snorkeling and saw a number of big name shows. We were having a good time. We met a number of women. Alan got himself laid a couple of times, but I think he paid for it. I just couldn't see paying for pussy. I really couldn't. I tried to give a woman my best and she should receive as good as she was giving. I always put my ladies first.

On our fourth day, we found there was a nude beach. "Well, Alan, this should be right up your alley. You can see it before you fuck it. Maybe even get a free one." I laughed.

It was surprising how many people were on this nude beach. The majority was totally nude, I mean hundreds of people. Men, women, even kids, of all ages; must be sun worshipers or something. Al spotted a couple of gals sitting together. Maybe even sisters, they looked a lot alike. One seemed as though she might be a little older than the other. We went up to them and I asked, "Would it be alright if we sat here?"

"It's a big free beach. You can sit wherever you like," the older of the two ladies said. She sounded perturbed.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bother you. It's just that I've never been to a beach like this before. We'll find another place to sit, thank you." I responded to Alan's dismay.

The woman looked at me and said, "No, wait, I apologize. It was rude of me to act like that. By all means feel free to sit there. I'm Alex and this is my kid sister, Trina."

"Kid sister, I'm twenty four years old and lying out here with you on a nude beach," Trina said.

"Don't get your panties in an uproar. It was just a figure of speech," laughed Alex.

"Okay, big sister, but for your information I don't have any panties on, so how can they be in an uproar?" she snickered.

"Easy, ladies, I can see you're sisters by the way you're dress," I laughed.

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