The Two Wimps - Sex Stories

The Two Wimps

... problems at an oil and gas company, before coming back to our city. I told him I would go home on Sunday morning. Both of us were very excited about the trip to Banff and the Rocky Mountain next week. We ate our dinner and went to one of the bars. We talked about our children and we showed our children’s photos to each other, and we both knew we were proud of them. We laughed a lot. I felt he liked me. We went to our floor and arranged a meeting before the elevator at eight o’clock in morning. We would go to have breakfast together. My training and his symposium would begin at 9 o’clock. I went to my room and I masturbated until sleeping and my sex fantasy was connected with him. I did not feel guilty with such a serial cheater bastard husband as John and with Joel’s slut wife Heather. I thought he would be a good second chance for me. The following day we met at the elevator and we went to the restaurant where there was a buffet. Joel drank only milk. He told me he preferred milk to beer. I found this very interesting. We went to our respective programs, so I to the training and he to the mining symposium. We met at lunch too. We avoided the home problems and we talked about our jobs. Joel’s firm wanted new market possibilities for special ore mining by drilling techniques and the symposium dealt with this. After the afternoon sections we met for dinner again. We were cheerful and we laughed a lot. I now know that both of us felt so free. We went to the bar to talk after ...

... dinner. There he began the serious issue, “Dear Beth, I’m in such a mood that I want to give up my oath a year earlier. I vowed to myself I’d wait until the graduation of my younger daughter June, before I start the divorce.” I flushed from the happiness and the possibility of my secret dream coming true. I clouded him with my pheromone. He noted this. I was honest with him. “I wanted to divorce him three and half years ago,” I said. Joel looked at me in surprise, “Why didn’t you get through with it?” he asked. “My elder son had a problem with his schoolfellows with drug. John broke up with your wife, Heather to help with our son, George.” He was honestly astonished, “Oh, I see…did you succeed? “Yes, in the end we did… and that’s why I wanted to forgive John. I thought I’d forgive him everything, when we saved George, because he was with us. However, he’s got a young mistress now. I used the same PI firm secondly. I’ve videos and photo files about your wife and my husband and now I’ve evidence of his new young whore too.” He looked at me in a funny way and he said, “I told you yesterday we’re in the same boat. Are you afraid he’ll replace you with her? I don’t understand your husband, you could deny almost ten years. Beth, you’re a cheerful, lively woman!” I flushed again, “Thank you for your compliment. Yes, I’m not sure in my marriage, I don’t trust John.” I became brave and I went on. “However, the divorce isn’t an easy decision for a woman who is over forty. To find a good ...