Guess What Dear, We're Divorced

by Writingdragon

Copyright© 2005 by Writingdragon

Sex Story: A lesson in cutting your losses

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Cheating   Slut Wife   .

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Ralph looked up into her eyes. She was wild with passion, her movements maniacal as she moved in deep practiced strokes up and down the length of his pole. Over and over, she rose up and then slammed down burying him deep inside her wonderfully muscled sheath; her tightness and warmth were amazing. She had a sinister smile as she controlled their pleasure forcing him to just lay back and accept the pounding she was happily administering to him. Ralph was in heaven. It had been nine or ten months since he had gotten anything but a cursory quickie from her.

Her head suddenly flipped backwards, her damp hair moving in a sexy dance of purpose and need, she moaned out, "Oh yesss, baby your doing it! I'm cumming!" Her body flailed wildly from the convulsive spasms deep within her body. She hardly noticed when he pushed upward with all his might burying himself deep inside of his wife expelling the essence of life at the entrance to her womb. Lost in his own wonderful sensations.

Her body spent, Callista dropped onto Ralph and sighed, "My gosh Ralphie that was amazing. I mean that was probably the best you have ever done for me. See, you can be an extremely good lover when you put your mind to it." Her demeaning attitude and callous words were delivered with the same biting tone of an angry dog owner responding to his animal after it finally gets the trick right.

Kissing him on the lips as an adult does a small child; she smiled at him, her expression almost sad, or even melancholy. She sighed and got out of bed heading towards the bathroom. Ralph watched his wife of five years walk away from the bed. Her lithe, sensuous sway of the hips was still very much like he remembered when they first met in his junior year of college.

'No matter what, ' he thinks, 'She has just got to be a bitch about it, damn it! How can someone who looks and pleasures the way she does, have such a piss poor personality?" Shaking his head, he got off the bed as soon as he heard the shower start to flow.

Sitting on the toilet he contemplates her weird mood swings. Just then the shower curtain is pushed aside as Callista looks at him. Jumping, he sheepishly says, "You startled me."

Shaking her head she shrugs as she drops an expended container of disposable douche in the trashcan in front of him. He glances at her with a, "Why are you doing that," confusion painted on his face. She never cleaned herself out after they made love, 'or had sex before, ' he thought; she had always said she liked the feel and smell of him on her and in her afterwards.

Looking at him as if she can read his question and shaking her head letting her hair move around her face in a wild untamed look she sarcastically says, "This is a new day and I want to be fresh and new everywhere."

Shaking his head, a bit bewildered by her last statement, he quickly tries to think about any special occasion he might have forgotten about. Before Ralph can say anything else, she closes the shower curtain and begins to wash her long auburn tresses.

Finishing her shower, they exchange places with a minimum of conversation. He washes himself off, lost in remembering the emotional turmoil of the past 18 months understanding that nothing Callista has done during that time is as it appears.

He remembers coming home early from work almost 18 months ago to find Callista and her personal trainer, a huge muscle bound Norwegian gorilla, in the throes of passion. The big oaf was pumping in and out of her like a piston in a dragster; she was screaming in a way she never did with him. He became physically sick and left the house. Driving around he even thought of killing himself after finding them. After some soul searching, he decided not to take a coward's way out. Instead, he went back home to find out if he still had a marriage.

In his whole life, he had never been in such emotional pain. He thought he had gotten away without being seen. However, when he came home an hour later Callista was crying on the couch, still in the housecoat she had been wearing. She ran over to him and threw her arms around him. Crying, she babbled out, "I had never meant for you to see what happened today. It was the first time. Bjorn has been after me for almost seven months, and I just finally caved in. Please forgive me, it will never happen again." She looked and acted so sincere and apologized for hours and days afterwards.

She changed her health club and Ralph watched as she slapped the freak of nature as she stormed out of the old health club. He realized that her attitude, in spite of her academy award winning performance, was a downward spiral from that point to this day. How can a man love a woman so completely for six years and not understand she is capable of gutting him like a deer?

Within weeks, he knew she had not ended the affair, but now took great trouble to conceal it much better. He tried to act as if he knew nothing, hoping she would change her mind, or come to her senses or something. All his inactivity did was to make her more self assured and arrogant as she reveled in his apparent ignorance of her affair. He struggled over his desire to have his loving wife back, at the same time questioning if she had really ever loved him in the first place. He knew he had enough of the pain to last a lifetime and really didn't want any more.

Callista had even used her younger sister, Stephanie, as a moderator between them for the last fourteen months. Yeah! That was a big help. Stephanie came over to talk and interact with him twice a week, for three or four hours each time. At first, Ralph thought it was to help work things out. But one night Stephanie and he had followed Callista and discovered, she went to Bjorn's house for some personal fitness training.

He made sure he had cleaned himself off thoroughly before exiting the shower wearing a towel. Callista was standing in their bedroom made up to the hilt. She was wearing a sizzling hot little black cocktail dress that showed off her cleavage as well as much more of her toned legs than he wanted anyone but him to see.

"Where did you get that dress?" he gulped.

She twirled and he saw she had on a tiny black thong; the dress would not be able to conceal her bare ass cheeks when she sat down.

"Oh Ralphie, I bought this especially for the occasion, for this very special day," the smile in her voice was almost louder than the smile on her face. The way she moved on the stiletto heals was hypnotic, the upward thrust of the heels showing off her toned muscled legs, leaving him helpless to do anything but watch her as he always had when she dressed this way.

Callista seductively wrapped her arms around his neck as his towel almost fell off. He grabbed the towel with both hands as she removed one of her hands and brushed the new tent pole he's hiding under the towel. Kissing him lightly on the lips then on both cheeks, her hand continues to tease his fully erect manhood. With an evil smile she whispers enticingly, "After five years of marriage, and almost six and half years together, the way you made love to me today was almost enough to make me sad it was the last time you'll ever touch me, but such is life." Twirling suddenly releasing him, her hair flying wildly around her face, she heads out the bedroom door and down stairs.

Surprised, Ralph stood in total confusion at what he has just heard. Then retying his towel, he runs out of the bedroom, "Callista, what the hell did that mean?" Racing down the stairs, his wet feet hit the tile floor at the bottom causing him to slip and fall, feet in the air, bare butt sliding on the cold tile.

Stunned from the fall and shaking his head to clear the cobwebs he looked up, surprised to see his wife in the arms of Bjorn, a man he has hated for almost eighteen months.

Shaking her head in obvious disgust, Callista looked down at Ralph, "You always could find a way to embarrass yourself, and me for that matter." Reaching up she kisses the freak of nature holding her. To this point Bjorn has been sneering at him with the 'Yeah, I've been screwing your wife and I'm going to some more' expression.

Getting up on his knees Ralph covered himself to provide some decency and looks up at his wife with just the barest hint of tears in his eyes, "baby what's going on, you're my wife..."

She breaks from Bjorn's grip, looks at her watch, and smiling says, "Not as of five minutes ago we aren't. I suppose I should say, Guess what dear... We're Divorced." Her arrogant taunting reply sent shivers through his body like nails being drawn down a blackboard.

Bjorn reaches into his jacket and hands her an envelope. She walks over to Ralph with a purposeful, sensuous sway then runs the envelope up and down both sides of his face.

"What are you talking about, baby? We're still married." Ralph asks in total confusion.

"These are the final divorce papers you signed 10 weeks ago," She snorted, "you thought you were signing my company medical insurance forms. You remember, I was giving you a blowjob at the time and swallowed your pitiful little load. You know Ralph, when I swallow Bjorn I lose half of it out the sides of my mouth, he pumps in about a quart." Mocking him, her condescending tone left little doubt to just how detestable he was in her eyes. The little sneer she threw in punctuated her obvious feelings towards him like a gavel sounding in a courtroom.

Ralph looked like he was going to be sick at that revelation.

Grabbing the envelope he opens it and reads... April 21st... 12 noon... irreconcilable differences... pay off $600,000.00 is acceptable.

"You bitch!" He spat, his voice rising with his anger. "You're taking the money I got from Mom and Dad's estate sale! How could you?"

"Joint property, my now ex-husband, joint property. You should have put it in a trust then I couldn't have touched it. But hey! I left you with $400,000.00, so be happy." Shesneered. "Now be a good boy and transfer it into this account, handing him a piece of paper with a bank account number and her part of a release code. "You have twenty minutes or I get to have you arrested for violating a court order. It's on page 12, I had it placed in the document to ensure your cooperation." Her pompous arrogance was beginning to wear on Ralph's nerves.

Ralph stared at the woman in front of him, until a few brief moments ago, a woman he thought he knew. Stunned he tried to say something... anything. In the end he looked at the paper in his hands, his shoulder's slumped signaling his ultimate defeat. Wearily he struggled to his feet and went to the phone to authorize the transfer of funds.

Callista watched Ralph as he waited on someone on the other end of the phone. 'Ah there it is, ' she thought to herself, 'his I'm irritated little finger tap, ' as he rolled his eyes, the bank had obviously put him on hold. He is so easy to predict. She shook her head. Thinking back over the last 18 months she realized how important this move was for her long-term well-being.

She'd made the discovery in junior high that she had a wonderful effect on guys, even older married guys. All she had to do was dress to show off her body and she usually got her way. She knew it was necessary to be the leader of the pack and she set out to be the coolest and most popular girl in school. By her sophomore year, she was the reigning queen at her high school until her graduation.

She smiled, remembering the way her Algebra teacher always made sure she sat in the front row to get up skirt shots. It probably didn't hurt that she always wore her panties tight and used a tanning salon to keep her skin at a perfect bronze tone. All through High School she was one of the girls every guy wanted to date, although she wouldn't let anyone have their way with her. She was always in control and always on the look out for a better man, taking any guy she wanted, at her whim. So many of those girls whose boyfriends she stole would get so hostile to her. But hey, she couldn't help it if she was hot and the other girls weren't. Besides, those girls should have been thankful that she showed them the flaws in their pitiful little boy friends; they weren't very faithful after all.

In early October of her senior year a week after she turned 18, she got drunk at a friends party. Her friend's father had found her crying after breaking up with her boyfriend. He held her and comforted her as she cried: he even carried her up to his bedroom since his wife was away. He let her lie down to take a nap. Later she found out when he was sure everyone else at the party was gone or passed out drunk, he came back to take care of her. She awoke sometime later, nude, her body awash with pure passion and his face buried in her pussy. He pushed her towards probably the best orgasm she had ever had. Forty minutes later, he was pumping in and out of her swollen tender pussy for the second time that night. When he was done with her for the night, he helped her clean up then tucked her in bed next to his daughter.

Callista had allowed that man free access to her body as she learned how to make a man crazy. She became very talented in her newly developed oral ability, and even swallowed. Still don't like the taste, but men just love it. She wrinkled her nose at the thought. Her mentor taught her to screw in a myriad of positions. As soon as she had the training she needed, Callista assembled enough ammunition to blackmail the idiot. She had managed to film three of their sessions and now demanded he pay her for the trauma he had caused her, or else his wife, family, church, and employer would all find the tape in their possessions. So, from December of her senior high school year until she married Ralph the September after she graduated college, he paid her $400 a month, a tidy sum of over $23,000 for six weeks of sex lessons.

She remembered being bitter over how her friend's dad had abused her. So, 'to even the score' for the next nine months before leaving for college she used and abused guys in her high school. She also used her body and her new talents to destroy the girls who had not treated her with the proper respect. She lured their boyfriends away, screwed them then sent them back to their old girlfriends. Giggling at the thought she also remembered how the Home Economics teacher had helped her learn how to enjoy women as well as men.

She even went so far as to take three boyfriends away from her pain-in-the-ass little sister when Callista came home from college her freshman and sophomore years. "My god!" her sister had moaned, cried and complained as if her life had ended. The idea of her sister going to bed with her boyfriend crushed Stephanie. Callista sneeringly told the twerp, she, Callista, was the queen bee and would take what she wanted from whomever when she wanted. Callista reasoned any high school guy her sister was in school with would rather have a 21-year-old college girl with a perfect face and body. Who also happens to put out, instead of a slightly overweight high school "Ice Queen." I mean be real; the guys loved how she made them turn to Jell-O.

In college she had been introduced to better hung guys with a good deal of stamina. She also found many Professor's, male and female, were willing to give out wonderful grades for a taste or use of her body. Her first three years were a delightful combination of control and pleasure.

Then in December of her Junior Year, she and Ralph were introduced by a mutual acquaintance. She had been less than impressed. That is until a few days later when she had overheard him talking to some friends about his parent's ill health. He said he was in line to receive a nice settlement from their estate in the next few years.

Callista went to work immediately; scheming and plotting, and quickly wrapped her love starved little man around her finger. Of course, he didn't know and never found out she was still doing her Professors; one must keep up her grades. She kept one of her studs available to take care of her needs, after all girls need pampering.

When they were married, she really tried to stay faithful to Ralph by turning over a new leaf. She only played around a couple of times during her first three years, Ok, four or five guys. Then two years ago she had met Bjorn. It took her almost six months to overcome his reluctance to get involved with a married woman. Of course Ralph had spoiled the first time by coming home early. Lord, she had to cry and whine and act so repentant; she even had Bjorn fired from his health club to pacify Ralph's poor ego. To this day, she wondered why Ralph had not caught on that Bjorn was majority owner in the group of three health clubs.

She was extremely careful from then on when she met with Bjorn. She took care to ensure her private lessons were in different places and times always having two or three people ready to give her an alibi. Ralph was so easy to play; he would just sit like a lovesick puppy and believe her simple responses when he questioned anything.

She even talked Stephanie into being an intermediary with Ralph as they had always gotten along well. Good lord they were quite a pair. Callista figured Stephanie was five years younger in age and maturity so Ralph was about her level. Callista had talked with Stephanie over issues that needed to be worked out with Ralph to make the perfect marriage better. These twice-weekly meetings with Ralph gave her free time to see her stud, while her 'honey' was otherwise occupied.

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