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

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... with investments and so on, so the house was paid off when it all hit the fan. I must admit, I didn't have any qualms about taking him to the cleaners. Rotten bastard! But that's in the past. I have my career, my two wonderful children, and my friends. At first, I didn't know how I was going to make it. After all, we had been married for ten years – my whole adult life. But everyone was really supportive of me. My parents even refrained from doing the whole 'I told you so' routine when I told them about Bob.”

“They didn't like him?” I asked.

“Never. I couldn't figure out why, either, until I told them what had happened. Then my father finally told me that one of his poker buddies was friends with Bob's father. He had told my Dad that Bob was a no-good cheating bum when we were first dating, but my Dad didn't want to believe him. Over the years, my Dad's friend kept telling him rumors about how Bob was running around on me, but my Dad had no proof, and didn't want to stick his nose into my marriage. He was afraid to meddle, for fear of what it may have done to his grandkids. But when I called my folks the day after you and I found Bob and Karen in that no-tell motel, Dad hit the ceiling. He was really mad at Bob, and very upset with himself for not protecting his little girl.”

“You're all right now, though?” I asked.

“Like I said, never better. The kids seem to have adjusted pretty well. My eight-year-old son even said a few weeks ago that he was glad Daddy was ...

... gone. Apparently he had seen his father one time kissing another woman, and Bob had sworn him to secrecy, threatening to punish him and make him out to be a liar if he ever told me about it. Can you imagine? What a son of a bitch!”

“Oh, that's not right,” I said, indignantly. “You know, sometimes I wish I would have beaten the hell out of him that night like I wanted to.”

“I'm glad you didn't, Kevin. It would have gotten you in trouble, and you already had enough problems. In fact, looking back on it, I admire your restraint. What happened with Karen?”

“She did what I told her to. I packed all her stuff when I got home that night, and the next evening when I got home from work, it was all gone. She left her key on the kitchen table with a note that said how sorry she was. I haven't heard from the bitch since,” I said. “But I had to get out of there. Being in the apartment we had shared for two years was too much for me.”

“Are you OK now, Kevin?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just like you, I had people to lean on. I've really thrown myself into my work, and I go out with the guys some times, so I'm getting by.”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“I've dated some, but nothing serious. I guess I'm just not ready,” I said.

“Where are you staying?”

“At the Sea Breeze Hotel on Eighth Avenue.”

“Really? We're practically neighbors. I rented a little house only three blocks from there. The listing agent called it a villa. I guess having a hot tub on the deck is what she meant,” ...