I’ll never forget it. The meal was excellent. My ex-wife could cook. We never really knew that, because she never put herself out there before. She ...ust needed to try. The table conversation sucked, though. We found out that my father-in-law was drugging my wife at my brother’s behest, for money, causing our divorce, me marrying her sister, her marrying my dipstick brother, then me killing him for trying to kill me for protecting her. It was a mess. In any case, after a month or so, life was. I'm tired." She said yawning. Seconds later, she was out like a light. All I could do was look at her beauty all curled up next to me and place my arm around my new slut wife, who I'd yet had the opportunity to fuck.As I laid there sleepy, but in a vexatious state, I thought back to the past.HOW WE METI met Maria at a church social. I'd just moved into town after having graduated from college. I was working for an established company in town. Everyone made the assumption that if you worked for. " My husband and Cathy had never got along, in fact they detested each other."Cathy!" I warned. "And I'm not gallivanting around town. We're just going out for dinner." It's not my fault you married a man with a tiny prick." It's not tiny!" An old man who only wants to have sex once a month." He doesn't. Stop that. And he's only thirty-two." Way too old for you," Cathy responded knowingly.I'd met John Roberts my last year of nursing school, just weeks after Cathy had got married. During the six. He had a back woods look to him, though that wasn't the case. He wore jeans and a flannel shirt almost all the time. His hair was red-ish blond and his eyes were blue. He didn't have a beard or mustache but he seemed to be perpetually unshaven. He had a subtle mullet that was hidden under his John Deere trucker style baseball cap, I think that was the biggest contributor to his back woods look. I poured us some shots while they kissed and massaged each other. I was horny and half hard.