I gave everything up to end the destructive cycle we were in. It was three months after our divorce was finalized that things began to... change in ou... relationship. We argued still, but it usually dissolved into arguments about our daughters. At one point, I was dating a woman ten years my junior, and my ex referred to her as "the little girl you are seeing" and refused to call her by name. Did I mention she could be fiercely jealous? Yeah, she could be. As it turned out, she had been seeing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing before me! There laid "my wife" on the bed, freshly fucked by another man, her pussy swollen and partially open, cum oozing out and running down her ass, and she NEVER LOOKED HOTTER! I was so turned on and so in love with this "slut" on the bed! She looked at me, held out her hand to motion me to the bed, and said, "Come on. It's your turn!"I took her hand, and got on the bed between her legs. She grabbed my cock and guided it to her pussy. She was already. . He HAD been stalking me. Jesus. This was really getting creepier and creepier, but he seemed to actually be a pretty nice guy, so I decided to go along with him. For now. Not that I had much choice. Robert went into the bathroom and began running water into a huge, circular tub. I smelled the essence of Vitabath, or some other kind of perfumed bath oil, and when the tub was filled, Robert came out and handed me a beautiful, royal blue and gold trimmed terry cloth robe. "Would you care for a. I may as well exploit this opportunity.In the bookstore, I locate the lubricant aisle and select a good brand, and after I pay for it, I go outside to the ATM and withdraw $100. By the time I've returned to the booth, my precious daughter has finished servicing the black man. There's no one left in line. No one but me, that is.I enter the booth and push the hundred-dollar-bill through the hole with my hand, and, gruffly disguising my voice, I say, "I want your asshole. Press it up against the.