I Am Not A Shark, But An Orca! - Sex Stories

I Am Not A Shark, But An Orca!

... the wedding. But my children told me although they wanted to keep contact with us they could not come to our wedding because they did not want to hurt the feeling of their mother anymore. I understood them. We went to Rarotonga in Cook Islands on honeymoon. It is a beautiful Polynesian Island, but it is cheaper than Bora Bora. We were very angry at the world, because the heterosexual monogamy ANR couples had to organize their air travel in a way that other people did not notice anything from the ANR. My wife sucked her breasts in the toilets of the airports and planes with a sucking instrument. When we came back I had to meet my ex-wife because I was the 50% owner of her beauty salon and I was a very grubby owner. The first company meeting was a big quarrel and she blamed my second wife, Agnes. I told her not to blame my new wife and not to quarrel, because if we quarreled the beauty salon would not work and she would not have a job soon. She stopped quarreling and the beauty salon worked fine later. I got my interest from this firm. Agnes and I were connected to each other as closely and intimately as she and Ralph were previously and soon my acquaintances noticed this as well. Irene, who was the cheating fiancée of Agnes’s dead husband, was the first who remarked this at an accidental meeting in a Mall. She was a divorced mom with two high school age children. Around this time my younger son got a job in our city and he moved here with his wife. They were expecting their ...

... first child my first granddaughter. One day my wife accidentally met Shelly and Agnes got a nickname from me after that encounter. My daughter-in-law, Peggy, was there and she told me how Agnes riposted to my cheating ex-wife. I named her as Honey Orca after that encounter. She likes this nickname very much and she is very proud of it. Chapter 5. The riposte of the Honey Orca Agnes: How I got this nickname Honey Orca is very interesting. I did not go to Shelly’s beauty salon anymore and we rarely even went to that Mall. My husband went to the company meeting where Shelly called me names and Rob always refused her insults on me. However you could not always avoid another person in a middle-sized city, so one day I encountered Shelly in a supermarket. I was with the pregnant daughter-in-law of my husband, Peggy. Shelly came to me. She called me names and she told me, “You stole my husband from me! You are a slut shark, who pounced on the prey on my husband!” “You’re wrong, because I AM NOT A SHARK, BUT AN ORCA!” I riposted at once. “What?!” shouted Shelly. I responded quickly, “The shark is a fish but the orca is a mammal and it produces milk!” “Why are you telling me this stupid thing?” asked Shelly. I told her sarcastically, “You know, MY DEAR CHEATING BITCH, I feed my prey, my husband with my milk twice a day!” “What, what…” Shelly was at a loss for words.” I stuck my tongue at her and I left the supermarket with Peggy. Shelly almost went ballistic. Outside the supermarket ...