You're Leaving Me, Im In Bed

One Saturday some years ago, my wife, Alicia, told me she was leaving me. I tried to convince her to stay.

After two hours of getting nowhere, I gave up. I grabbed my wallet and coat and headed out of the apartment building to go get drunk and drown my sorrows.

Literally, as I stepped out of the building, a small car was driving past. It stopped, and the blonde nurse, Julie, who lived in the apartment above me, poked her head out of the window and asked me if I wanted a lift somewhere!

Some background : Id seen and chatted to her at the local bar a few times. We'd flirted a bit but nothing else.

Anyway, back to my story. I said yes, Id love a lift, and that I was heading to the town centre. I then jumped in to the car and off we went.

Chatting in the car, I asked if she'd like to join me for a quick coffee and she graciously accepted.

She parked up her car and we found a bar. I bought her a couple of drinks and I then explained my current, situation.

She seemed sympathetic. And she agreed to leave her car and have some more drinks with me.

We duly got drunk, then after a couple of hours (I think!), agreed to head back to our apartment block.

We got into the foyer and kissed. Deeply. Then jumped into the elevator and headed for her apartment.

Once there, clothing came off quickly. Julie's pussy was gorgeous. Really pretty. So down I went. And gave it everything with my tongue.

We then headed for the bedroom and made love for what seemed hours.

My phone rang, I ignored it. After all, I was balls deep in the nurse!

We finished. And she told me to go as I needed to sort my mind out.

Boy was that tough! I opened the apartment door. And most of my estranged wifes's clothing and stuff had gone.

I was alone...

Over the next few days, I had contact with Alicia, my ex. She told me that day she left, she'd called me, to help her, but had no reply. Then ordered a taxi, who duly turned up. She was an emotional wreck and crying. The taxi driver had kindly helped her move her stuff.

So whilst she was leaving I was balls deep in a blonde. Haha up yours psycho b***ch

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Aug 13, 2021 at 9:36 PM

Therefore, Sam every cloud has a silver lining.A few questions as under

Julie's pussy was gorgeous. Does this imply bald as the moon, trimmed or hirsuit like a bear?
Why was your ex crying if she left you, presumably after much thought?Instead of psychobitch, a term confused pops in mind.
Did the kind taxi driver drilled the ex? Of course you couldn't care less but just asking. With crying and mental wreck, it's easy to offer sympathy, help and then the "Cannon "
Now don't take a second hand stuff back even if more crying occurs.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Aug 13, 2021 at 10:27 PM

Wow the ex even has the audacity to call husband to help move her shit. You want to leave you move your own shit. Lost the right to ask anything of the husband.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Aug 14, 2021 at 8:41 AM

I had an ex call me up on Valentines Day in an ice storm because she was stuck. Foolishly I went out in the storm and helped her. She just drove the fuck off, no thank you, nothing. I'm better off without her but I still hate that fuckimg bitch. I should have hung up on her.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Aug 14, 2021 at 4:45 PM

So much for women's liberation and gender equality.

All excuses to behave like stray dogs on a third world nation's streets.

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