”“Bingo! I win!” Susan shouted.“Darn!” John Jr said.“What?” Steve mumbled.“We made bets as to what the first stupid-ass excuse would b.... I said that it would be “It’s only sex”, and I was right.” Susan gloated.“I’ll have your winnings when I see you later.”“Steven, here are your divorce papers. Too bad it was only sex. You are going to be paying a shitload for it. A hooker in Vegas would have been cheaper and you could have used drunkenness as an excuse. Now, go get Jane and get out of the. Most weekends I would cook a nice meal. Nothing fancy; I actually did most of the cooking and enjoyed it. That Sunday I’d opened a bottle of wine when I started in the kitchen; he didn’t arrive until things were pretty well under way. I was relaxing, this had nothing to do with any kind of seduction; if something happened, it happened, I was just cooking dinner then, if he stayed for it, we’d eat dinner together.The satin bikini panties and a longer than normal t-shirt was just something that I. "It's ... I'm sorry. It's hard to explain. I'm just ... I need someone to talk to! I was hoping it would be you. I'm kind of emotionally shell-shocked from thinking about what I agreed to with Alan yesterday." She idly fingered her collar, nearly blushing as she considered what it signified. "I felt fine about it all the way through his visit to my place this afternoon, maybe because I didn't let myself really think about it much. But since then I've been ruminating, and ... Ugh! I'm sorry. I. He always said I could come with him. There was a standing invitation, he had told me. He even asked me to join him on his trips, telling me it would be good for us and our relationship and how he missed me when he was away. But I never went - I always had an excuse. Then I cheated on him. He found out. Then there was Hell to pay.He was furious. Of course he was. Who wouldn't be? He threatened to kill me and kill himself and kill ‘the prick who fucked me’. He wept and he yelled, putting his.