Amy What's You Going To Do? Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Amy What's You Going To Do? Pt. 01

... for me to be quiet or he'll hear you. I went nuts and started screaming at him and went into the bathroom and locked it."

I stayed in there for three hours and got up and snuck out and went to the days Inn by the Safeway."

"The lawyer at the first meeting before this bullshit, said they would use an investigator to find out if there's anything going on and maybe tomorrow I'll find out something. I refused to go to couple's counselling and I said no."

"Mom, there's no way we stay together. I have no idea if there was a guy in our front room. I don't want to wife swap nor do I want to be in his cuckold fantasy."

Her mom said, "I wondered if you knew that word. My high school sweetheart wanted to be swingers and wife swap. I never did that, but I figured if it didn't matter to him that I fucked other guys, then it would be on my terms. I fucked your dad for five years and my ex had no idea. Your dad bought a condo here so he could regularly fuck me in the off season. He got a job with a nationwide commercial realty firm, same company he's with now. I got sick of the whole thing and then quit taking the pill and here we are."

I said, "I had a new door put on the guest room with a Schlage dead bolt and reinforced frame. I moved my stuff into it. Bought a new flat screen and hooked up to our wi-fi."

"He banged on my door last night and demanded that we talk. I was listening to the stones on YouTube and they were playing, "You can't always get what you want" ...

... and I turned it way up."

"As I sat listening to the attorney for Stokes Lawrence who looks like the old actor Fred MacMurray, I went from near nauseous to calm and back. My loving husband belonged to several local and one international swingers groups. He was active at some level in all of them. He was a banker and would bring client's to rookie nights.

"He had hidden accounts and was far wealthier than I knew. Actually because Washington State was a community property state I was too."

The bank's were in England and Switzerland and it seemed that Donald might be involved in some money laundering and that the State Department had been alerted.

He wanted me to meet with some FBI people who wanted to put cameras in the house and wanted me to not alert him that I'm upset about anything."

I explained further to my mama about the meeting with the attorney, "So for the sake of the FBI, I'm supposed to fuck the Los Angeles Lakers and the Seattle Seahawks? Fuck that, do you understand me. Not just no but hell no. Just file for divorce with what we got. What do I give a shit about dirty money? I will never ever get it. It will be confiscated. It's neither his money nor mine. Who the fuck are you working for? Me or the fucking CIA? Are you trying fuck me over?"

"Mrs. Kennedy if you don't think we are representing your best interests in this matter, we will of course cease and withdraw as your counsel?"

I said, "You're going to write me a letter on your masthead ...