Women, Who Understands Them?

After a messy divorce I moved into an apartment close to where my ex lived with my daughters. That she had committed adultery with her tennis coach, and were caught in the act only by coincidence, dud not make her more cooperative. If anything, she was more distant and unreachable. Not having the girls ready for me on visitation elicited the same response, 'so sue me'.

It was during this most unsettling time that I met Shanice. A realtor. One Saturday afternoon while she was showing me a townhouse she offered herself, because she could see that I was blue balled and I needed to get laid. We had sex on the carpet in the master bedroom. She complained that I hadn't shown her what I was capable of. Next time fuck her, and pull out all the stops. She gave me her panties to take home.

She came by the apartment later that evening, claiming that she had been left wanting. Make her pussy scream. I was uncomfortable with that, it wasn't me. She called me a boy, because I wasn't really a man. She asked for her panties back. With her panties in her hand she shoved them in my nose. 'Now fuck me'.

Shanice wasn't a 'nice' girl. And once she was disabled and fucked on all fours she left more disappointed than when she had come. She called my ex, and told her she was right, I couldn't fuck.

My ex called me, what was this all about? If I was so hard up why hadn't I called her? She was adamant that I don't let her her kids know about this, 'as far as they were concerned I fucked her and no one else'. I was confused.

My ex showed up Sunday morning, told me to get undressed. She undressed and said that she wanted to fuck. After fifteen minutes I couldn't go on. The only reason she let that kid fuck her was to make me mad. Was I sure I wanted to hurt the girls? She would give me a blowjob, and left me to think about my family. Did I really want some other SOB fucking on his wife?

However you cut it, for the sake if the kids get remarried. And whatever I did don't fuck that bitch Shanice.