What If? Reading Erotica - Sex Stories

What If? Reading Erotica

... heart burns, because of what you did to me. I know of no way to forgive you. I wish I could, but I'm human and not able. I talked to a lawyer today and will explain what we talked about." "We have had a lot of good years together. I can't just throw you out and give you nothing. There's times I feel like it, just throw your ass out, and say take that slut! Go whore yourself and make a living. I'm just not made like that Marsha." Here is what I propose: "For now I am getting a separation agreement. You can live here with our sons. They need a home and a mother, even though you feel you don't get the attention you want. I am getting an apartment near by so the boys can see me whenever they want, and we can still attend the sporting events together. I will pay a fair c***d support for the boys, and even an alimony payment so you will be able to survive." "If either of us decide to divorce, all our marital assets will be divided 50-50. You can live in the house till our youngest son reaches eighteen and then the house will be sold and the equity will also be divided 50-50. Do you have any problem with this agreement?" Marsha was crying and said, "Only that you won't be here. I really do love you Roger, I didn't realize what I had till I lost it. I really fucked up good. Do you plan on divorcing me Roger?" "I need time Marsha, I need lots of time. This isn't just a story about a cheating wife. It's about real people in a real world. I don't know what the future will bring, but ...

... I'll have to deal with it. I leaving it up to you to tell our sons about our breakup. I'll go along with whatever you say. Don't tell them about the affairs, no boy wants to think about their mother that way." "I will start moving my stuff out this weekend, I really don't need much," with that said I went out to hunt for an apartment. I found a condo just a couple of blocks from where we now live. It would be in walking distance for the boys if they wanted to visit. After paying my deposit and looking at the apartment I could feel my heart began to ache. All I could say was damn her, damn her, damn her. Reality was beginning to really set in, and reality hurt. On Tuesday morning Marsha asked if I would be around that evening. She wanted to go see Nancy who would be getting out of the hospital on Thursday and needed to talk over a few issues concerning the boys. She would only be a couple of hours and wanted to get there by six. I just said, "That would be fine, no plans here. I'll probably just start packing." Marsha could see reality was setting in also. She explained to the boys that we were going through some major disagreements and that I would be moving into a condo just a couple blocks away. I would always be available to them. They asked her if we were getting a divorce and she just replied, "She didn't know yet." As Marsha was getting dressed to go see Nancy I decided to go in my office and maybe pack up a few things. Then I remembered, I never undid the telephone bug. I ...