Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy? - Sex Stories

Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... repeated, just to make sure she got he message. My soon-to-be-ex-wife wiped her eyes and stood up. "You’re a liar!" she shouted at me, all of a sudden, "You waited until Tom had settled permanently in Seattle…I can see that clear enough. OK, honey, you’ll get what you want. I won’t fight against the divorce, but you won’t see the girls much, I promise you that. No one can make me let you…" Her unexpected outburst took me by surprise, "No one?" I coughed. "Courts…lawyers…." She looked straight into my eyes, "Lawyer or court is one thing, but I'm not going to budge!" Amy stood in front of me proudly, head high, satisfied to have found a retaliatory weapon. That image was engraved in my mind forever. I told her where our daughters were and quickly left. The divorce was quick. Amy got the house and I got the company shares. The court gave me two days a month with my daughters from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. That was not much but I got Boxing Day and my birthday weekend too, so I thought I could put up with this schedule after all. However, Amy took her revenge seriously, and she kept finding a way to prevent me from seeing the girls despite the decision of the court. There was always some school program or other event for the children to attend at the weekend so my court-ordered time with them was reduced to mere bi-monthly events. My lawyer was honest and told me plainly that it would be a waste of time and money if I went to court again; my wife would remain the ...

... custodial parent and still be able to not obey the judicial decision. On the other hand, I seemed lucky in the love department. I met a beautiful, twenty-four year old woman at a friend's BBQ party. Nancy was a tall, very sexy brunette blessed with D cup tits. A Business Administration grad, she worked at a local insurance company and seemed to come from a normal background. Now I think I was bewildered to find this gorgeous young woman as a new partner so quickly after my divorce, and I didn't detect any negatives; I didn't even think about the pitfalls of 'rebound relationships'. I was thirty-three years old, and a lonely, divorced man…she was like a miracle to me. Things were going smoothly for us, so Nancy moved into my apartment soon after we met. We had only lived together for three months when I asked her to be my wife. She said yes and we started planning our wedding. We had a wild, almost perfect sex life. The only thing that was a bit strange was that Nancy was obsessed with finishing the action with my sperm on her face. This is a very sexy thing if a couple does it once in a while, as a variation of other sex but she wanted it lots; on almost every occasion. That should have warned me she might be a sex addict! The wedding was a small-scale event with few guests. Only our parents and close relatives, and some of our best friends were invited. My partner Carl, was my best man, and her best friend was the maid of honor. Right before the wedding ceremony Nancy was alone ...