I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All - Sex Stories

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... get your ass out here!”

No one moved. No one made a sound. My blood was boiling. I shouldered the bathroom door open. There was Karen, stark naked.

“It's not what you think,” she began.

I grabbed her by the arm, whipped her out of the bathroom, and threw her on the bed. I was struggling for control. “Then why don't you just tell all of us what the fuck it is, you lying bitch!” I roared.

Karen lay there crying, trying to cover herself.

Marianne spoke up, ice in her voice. “You bastard. I want a divorce. I'm taking the house, the kids, the cars, everything. You're going to pay for this, you miserable prick. And let go of me, Mike. I'm not going to attack him. I'll find an attorney who will hurt him far worse than I can.”

“Kevin, can we talk?” Karen sobbed.

“What is there to talk about?” I shouted. “I want you gone. We're through. I don't want to hear an explanation, and I sure as hell don't want to hear any excuses.”

“I'll start moving my stuff out next week,” she said.

“Stay here tonight,” I said. “I'm going home to pack your shit. Don't come home until I've left for work tomorrow, and be sure you have your stuff out before I get home tomorrow night. I don't want to see you again. Anything of yours that's still there by the time I get home goes in the trash. Come on, Marianne. Let's go. Mike can drive us back to get our cars. I've got to get out of here before I do something to at least one of them that will get me arrested.”

As we were leaving, ...

... Bob said, “Marianne, baby, we can work this out. Please.”

“I hope she was worth it, Bob. I'll get your clothes packed and leave a message for you at work to let you know when you can get them. And don't show up at the house until you hear from me. If you do, I'll get a restraining order against you. My attorney will contact you at work. Fuck you,” Marianne said.

So here I was, almost a year later, alone. As I said, at first, it was sort of a relief. Oh, sure, I had spent the first few nights raging around the apartment. I found an album of photos of Karen and me, and I had a good time tearing up the pictures and burning them one night in the fireplace, along with a few homemade sex videos. With as drunk as I got that night, I'm surprised I didn't accidentally burn the place down. Then I went through the phase of going out every night with the guys or trying to pick up one-night-stand types at a few bars. It took a while, but I finally settled down.

I grieved for our relationship, at least for my idealized version of what I thought it had been. During the day, I threw myself headlong into my work, even earning a promotion in the process. It was a living hell at first. The only way I could deal with my heartbreak was to make my work my life.

Bob managed to get himself transferred to a division in another city, so at least I didn't have to deal with my urge to murder him any more. Mike was very supportive of me during this time, and I'll always be grateful to him for ...