Crazy Things - Sex Stories

Crazy Things

... paperwork will be sent to him by my lawyer. I'm keeping the engagement ring. That after all, was a personal gift and not part of the marriage.&#034 I looked at Melissa and then at the ring on the table and then back to Melissa with my mouth wide open. &#034How can you do this? He stole for you.&#034 Melissa shook her head. &#034Laura, I didn't tell Greg to commit computer fraud. He did that on his own besides he had to make restitution with most of what he stole. All I got from his crime was this string of pearls.&#034 She twirled the pearls in between her fingers. She changed the subject, &#034I'm leaving town tomorrow. Mr. Stern has booked me and half-dozen other girls on a tour of his clubs in Anchorage, Settle, and San Francisco.&#034 She actually gushed, &#034I'm the headliner. Can you believe it?&#034 &#034You're going to Alaska to strip?&#034 I asked with raised eyebrows. &#034Oh, it's not so bad. Mr. Stern says the oil workers have more dollars than sense. He says his Anchorage club is his most profitable establishment. He says give the boys a little wiggle and a little giggle and they'll stuff your G-string so full of cash that you'll need to wear suspenders to hold it up.&#034 My mouth was dry as cotton and I had the urge to throw-up, &#034I see.&#034 &#034I hope you understand Laura. I have to look out for myself. A girl has gotta do what a girl's gotta do.&#034 I picked up the wedding band and stood to leave. I took my half-full wine glass and raised it in a ...

... toast to Melissa. &#034Here's to you,&#034 I flung the remains of my wine into her face, &#034Bitch!&#034 Melissa screamed in outrage, a torrent of obscenities followed as the wine streamed down her face and onto her Chelsea original. A couple of waiters hustled to her side with cloth napkins. I smirked with satisfaction and stalked from the restaurant. An hour later I boarded the train for Santa Barbara. I spent most of the journey trying to calm down. The feeling of gleeful redress I had acquired from dousing Melissa with wine slowly gave way to ominous dread with the realization I had to tell my son his marriage was over. I didn't feel like cooking so I stopped and picked-up some Chinese carry-out on the way home. My husband, Alex arrived home right on schedule from his dental practice. I told him about my lunch with Melissa. I was still upset, &#034Can you believe that bitch? Greg gets in all this trouble trying to please her and she takes off the first chance she gets. I don't know what he ever saw in her to begin with. &#034Really? You don't know what Greg saw in Melissa?&#034 Alex chuckled, &#034how about huge tits and a tight ass?&#034 &#034Well, there's that.&#034 I admitted. Alex serenely patted my hand and then took it in his, &#034Calm down, Laura. I'm not surprised and neither are you. We both knew she was trouble and we tried to warn Greg. He didn't listen and now all the chickens have come home to roost.&#034 I smiled weakly at my husband, &#034Why don't you come ...