I Used to Love Her... - Sex Stories

I Used to Love Her...

... understand how Linda could just throw me over and go off to fuck that guy. So, maybe you can help me understand."

"She thought it would be the sexual highlight of her life. So, she went for it. I would've if he came on to me."

"Yeah, and now she expects me to stay around, when she'll always be comparing me to him. And I lose."

Dee chuckled. She said, "The next morning, Linda told me that he wasn't all that great. Not as good as you."

"Not something I believe, Dee."

"Why? Why not believe it?"

"Because you and she have every reason to lie about that. Keep me in line. Boost my damaged ego."

Dee said, "Well, Jim. I can think of something you and I can do to boost your ego." She fluttered her eyes at him.

Jim stopped cold. He said, "You'd fuck me? Even though you're married?"

She said, "All for a good cause, Jim. And, you know, for a good time, too. Dave isn't you."

For maybe thirty seconds Jim considered it. Then he said, "No can do. It's wrong. It was wrong for her to do it, and it would be wrong for us to do it."

He walked off. No lunch for Dee.

Jim had a tape of their conversation. Corroboration.

LINDA

Jim had a set of divorce papers in an envelope. He had thought long and hard about the entire situation. The petition had not yet been filed with the court. Instead, Jim brought the petition with him for a discussion with Linda after the children were asleep. They sat at the kitchen table and Jim showed Linda the papers. They asked for ...

... a divorce based upon adultery with Marc Lavalier. They asked for joint custody, with Jim remaining in the home and paying no alimony.

Linda was weeping as she read. She looked up at Jim who said, "I have not had this filed yet. If it gets filed, you and the jerk will have some publicity. As much as I can get. And that will end up hurting the kids. Jibes at school. Maybe worse."

Linda was silent. She nodded.

Jim said, "This doesn't have to be filed. We can make it no fault with a separation agreement." He handed that proposed agreement to Linda. It contained the same conditions as in the petition.

Linda said, "Blackmail."

Jim nodded.

Linda said, in a cold voice, "Do you hate me so much?"

"I'm gonna try to get over it. Move on. So I can deal with you as the kids' mother."

Linda asked, "Are we going to stay in this house, like now?"

"For a while. Then you get your own place."

"I can't afford that. It would be a dump that I wouldn't want the kids at."

"I'm not living in the basement for much longer. This is all on you. So you move. You can have a couple of days to consider. Maybe see a lawyer."

"It's not fair, Jim. It was one night. It wasn't planned. It just happened."

"Too bad. You make choices and you live with the results."

"Ten years against one night."

Jim paused. Then he spoke, "Linda, when you walked away from me and the kids that night, I was shocked. I thought, to start, that your behavior was so much out of kilter with what ...