How Are You Not Being Neglected? - Sex Stories

How Are You Not Being Neglected?

... opinion whether we should sit with my ex-wife. Olga’s eyes let me know that it was my decision. So I told my older children, yes. Linda surprisingly was willing too, so we headed to the coffee shop. The waitresses put together two tables for us, so we sat down. Linda was sad, and very tired. She had to go to work after our divorce. Olga and I were alive and bright from the love of each other and the happiness we shared. Linda lived a lonely life; my kids told us she did not have any relationship to speak of. We talked about some actual things regarding my older children, when Jennifer told our younger daughters there was something spectacular in the Mall. Our daughters yelled they would like to see it. So we told my older children they may escort them. I told them they had to look after our young daughters well. We remained in the coffee bar. I took care of the check for all of us. We talked about my older children in a civil mood for a bit then out of the blue, my ex-wife turned to my wife with a sarcastic voice, “How are you not being neglected?!” I was astonished by her funny question, this was not her business at all, I wanted to say that, when Olga put her hand on my hand and she held my hand and told me with body language, the stage was hers. She began her respond, “Do you know, we don’t have sex only three times a week!” Linda was astonished at my lovely wife’s blunt answer. Her eyes grew and she exclaimed, “I don’t understand, how?!” Olga continued her riposte ...

... firework, “We have sex twice daily, and have for the past three years.” I felt Olga squeeze my hand even harder. Linda was astonished, “That’s impossible, and such a thing is impossible!” Olga smiled and said, “Do you remember Bill prefers low fat milk to beer?” Linda wondered, “I remember it, but what does that have to do with having sex twice a day??? So why would you bring that up?” Olga bulged out her beautiful milked filled D cup breasts and with a coy smile said, “Bill gets all the low fat milk he needs right here. Everyday, twice a day, for the past three years Bill gets his low fat sweet milk from my two big breasts. And the sex is wonderful. The only time we don’t is when Bill is out of town, but I make sure he has plenty when he gets back.” Our children came back to us in the coffee shop, as Linda’s mouth opened wide as she understood exactly what Olga said. The expression on her face was funny. We said our goodbyes, and left with our children for home. When we got to the parking garage in the basement, I put Stacy into her child seat while Olga was strapping Jessica in. When we closed the doors of my Mercedes, and now our daughters could not hear us, Olga said quietly, “The stupid bitch wanted to say ANR is disgusting!” I confirmed, “I think you’re right, she wanted to say that.” She smiled at me and said, “I’m very lucky you’ll never reconcile with such a bitch!” I responded with our usual humorous way, “With a dry cow? Why???” We laughed a little and got into my car and ...