Reassessing My Life - Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

Reassessing My Life - Pt. 2

... little angry. “You didn’t ask! I would have done it for you. For us!”

My hand brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. “I know you would have, Cass. And I love that. But what I’m saying is that I don’t want you to.” Then, with a happy grin, she pulled me down onto the bed and we made out, taking brief breaks to discuss the new plan, until we heard a knock on the door.

Our hair was mussed. Cassandra’s lipstick was smeared, and I’m sure I had some of it on my face. That lovely, nearly translucent pale skin of hers was flushed, and I couldn’t wait to see how far the flush continued down her neck and beyond. But that would have to wait. We sat up, and I called out, “Come in!”

The door swung open, and Kim’s face went through about a dozen emotions in a moment, finally settling on a sort of angry confusion. “What is– Why are–”

I took Cass’s hand in mine. “I’m sorry, Kim, I wanted to tell you another way, but this is as good a time as any. Cassandra and I…” I brought it to my mouth and kissed it. “We’re in love. We hadn’t planned to move quite as quickly as this, but the truth is that we’re engaged. I haven’t had time to get her a ring yet, but I know you have good taste. Maybe you can help suggest something?”

“W- W- W- What?!”

Shaking my head, I said, “I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot to ask. But we need to get married pretty soon. You see, Cass is pregnant. You’re going to be an aunt!”

My ex-wife froze. Her face went blank like she was having a total ...

... system reboot. Then she shrieked, “You. Fucking! BIIITCH!” I swear to God, I thought her jaw was going to unhinge like a snake’s with that last word. She surged forward, clearly intent on doing physical harm to one or both of us.

I stood up between her and Cass, grabbing her arm as she tried to rake one of her claws across my face. “Get the fuck out of my life, Kim.”

Cass peeked out from behind me. “Yeah. Sorry, sis, but he’s my meal ticket now.”

Kim’s eyes went back and forth between us, and she yelled, “Four years! Four years I was with this fucking loser, you slut! He’s mine! I spent hours listening to him talk about those stupid movies! And do you know how much shit I had to read about the Hundred Years’ War? Who has a fucking war for a hundred years?!”

Cass smirked, “England and France. I was never a history buff, but my man really got me turned onto it. It’s interesting stuff! I can’t wait to watch him teach our kids about it.”

That was it. Finally, I saw it in the beast’s eyes. She was unmasked and defeated. I released her hand, and she drew back and away from me. “Fucking assholes. You deserve each other.” Then she flounced her ass out of the bedroom, slamming it behind her. Cass and I erupted into laughter.

Later, back at my house, we sat and cuddled together on the couch, content with our final and total victory in the War on Kim. Cassandra chuckled, “So, how do you think she’s going to react when she realizes we’re neither engaged nor expecting a ...