A New Day, A New You part 9 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 9

... life is when compared to mine. And if you want to do a comparison of fucked up life I’m not the one who is enjoying getting fucked by multiple men while my husband is forced to sit and watch it you sick bitch,” I’m pissed and calling her on her shit. “You fucking biker whore,” Amanda growls and that’s it. Two hits, one right hand to her fucking face and her fucking body hitting the floor in the bed room. That hurt my god damn hand but it was fucking worth it when I hear the kids outside the door and go into Mommy mode. I sit Amanda up against the bed and talk to the children in the hall. “Hey guys, having fun,” I ask the kids quietly. “Mom we heard a noise,” John asks me with Constance behind him a little nervous. “Oh Connie’s mom was moving some luggage and dropped it. John make sure Connie and her bag is in the car. I think you two need to ride with your father while the mommies ride up in my van,” I explain to my son who is off to tell his father the plans. I wait a minute for the kids to inform Steven what is going on and watch him come out of the kitchen to talk to me. “You and Amanda are going to come in the same car,” Steven asks confused. “Yep,” I keep my reply short. “And she’s alright with this,” Steven asks and I nod,” She’s not too fond of you.” “Well this is a good time for us to bury the hatchet. Just give us some time to talk and we’ll be fine,” I tell Steven who nods but is very unsure of what I’m saying. I let the kids and my ex step outside as I head back ...

... into the room where Amanda is now sitting on her bed holding her jaw. “You hit me,” She says and I scoff. “No shit bitch, don’t call me a whore. Your husband knocked me up long before he ever met you and then he curbed my ass. I was homeless for months while carrying John; one person came and saved me. He got me the family that is standing out front right now and I’m here helping the father of my child because it’s either this or he steps in front of a car or eats a bullet,” I inform Amanda who doesn’t quite believe me. “That’s bullshit,” She tells me and I cut her off. “Constance is a good kid, she is and so is John. They’re a lot better than their father and that comes from you and me so either we get together and let my friend fix this situation so you don’t end up being a complete whore into Constance’s teen years,” I tell Amanda who looks at me skeptically. “I am not a whore,” Amanda says standing her ground. “And neither am I so I won’t make comments about you being stuffed on your marital bed and you don’t say a word about me and bikers,” I tell her and she reluctantly nods. “Well you are hanging out with bikers,” she points out nodding to my jacket and patches. “They’re my family and if you haven’t taken a good look around my family is pretty fucking big,” I say leaving the bedroom. With kids in the car and me driving Amanda in the van we’re heading off to see how good this ranch is that Guy set up for our time in protection/vacation. It’s in Oklahoma which is going to ...