I originally started this expecting it to run over 5 or 6 pages but somehow it grew into 72,000+ words and I ended up splitting it into seven parts, mainly for ease of reading. For that reason, I've placed it in Novels and Novellas rather than Romance or Loving Wives, either of which might also have been a suitable genre for it.
Please note all 7 parts are written and will be released to Literotica as and when I finish editing them (hopefully that will be weekly).
I make no apology for the fact that my characters are flawed; they make poor decisions and bad choices but somehow they manage to enjoy a happy ending. That's just how I like them. So, if you prefer your story's a little more sugar coated then perhaps this isn't for you.
Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome but please remember it is just a story, the people don't exist and the situations never happened.
At least not as far as I know.
Please enjoy.
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It's Just Sex - part 6
After the events of the Friday and Saturday nights I had a thoroughly miserable Sunday, spending most of the day sitting on my sofa thinking over the mess my life was in.
Reflecting on the last 48 hours it seemed to me that whatever I did I always made things worse for myself rather than better.
Jon taking the job with Selwyn Richardson had been the start of our marital problems. The long days, the business trips and his new boss's influence had contributed to the difficulties we had encountered.
Of course, we had also reaped the benefits his new position bought us; a new apartment, Jon's company car and a huge boost to his salary, but the cost to our relationship had, in the end, been too much for us to cope with.
It had been my ex-husband's suggestion to attend Selwyn and Deanna's wife-swapping parties and when he first raised it I had rejected the idea. However, things between us had continued to get worse and, desperate to save our marriage, I had allowed myself to be persuaded and eventually agreed.
After my initial reservations had been assuaged when I had slept with Selwyn it had turned out to be fun. I had had a bit of a reputation at university as a good time girl and picking someone's car keys out of a bowl and going home with them had made it seem like I was back enjoying those carefree days, as well as getting the benefits when Jon and I got back together.
I hadn't believed Deanna, Selwyn's wife, when she had told me that attending their gatherings would bring me closer to my husband. It had seemed ridiculous that us sleeping with other people would help our failing relationship but, to my surprise, it had.
Our sex life had been re-ignited and, for a while, we were back to basking in the post honeymoon happiness we had enjoyed after we were first married. But it didn't last and, after getting the promotion he wanted, the demands of his new post started to take their toll on us all over again.
It had eventually all blown up when, after attending half-a-dozen parties and sleeping with various men, I had told Jon that I didn't want to go anymore.
If I had thought our relationship was going downhill by then my refusal to go to any more of Selwyn's little soiree's drove the final nail into our marriage. Totally irrationally Jon began accusing me of having an affair with his boss and going out with Deanna to pick up men.
Of course, none of it was true, but he refused to listen to me and we had ended up separating. That was when he had started seeing his pretty young assistant; an attractive girl named Jennifer Waites.
The final straw had come when he filed for divorce on grounds of my supposed adultery. I hadn't contested it and, just a few weeks prior, I had received the decree absolute.
We were officially divorced.
Now a newly single woman I had, with Deanna and her husband's interference over the last couple of weeks or so. made things even worse.
Firstly, I had gone out with my friend and we had let two youngsters, both barely old enough to be in the bar, pick us up and I had ended up taking Mark's virginity. Then over the last two days I had had sex with my new boss and then, the previous night, I had slept with my 60-year-old neighbour, Ken Bartholemew.
It was inevitable that Jon was going to find out at some point and then I was certain that any chance I had of resurrecting my relationship with him would be gone for good.
He had known of my reputation at uni and had still wanted to go out with me but now, after being married for so long, I was sure he would just label me as some sort of slut.
Sitting on my sofa, staring unhappily into a half-drunk mug of coffee as I reflected on the last few months of my miserable existence, I wondered just what else could possibly go wrong.
I sat up as the unexpected knock at my front door jerked me out of my thoughtfulness.
Not expecting anyone I opened it cautiously to be greeted by Deanna's beaming smile.
"Hey girlfriend. How are you?" She pushed straight past me, "Did you have a good night with your neighbour?"
"What are you doing here Dee? I thought you and Selwyn would be...."
I didn't answer her questions and, instead, responded with a couple of my own.
"Getting together?" She chuckled, her grin getting even bigger, "Don't worry about that. We can do it later."
"Oh."
"Now are you going to make me a coffee and dish the details on your sordid night of passion with that rather sexy old man or not?"
Dropping onto my couch she picked up my mug and peered inside at the cold liquid, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"You might want to make one for yourself as well while you're in the kitchen."
"Oh yes, right."
'Why wasn't Deanna with her husband?'
'Had she really spent last night with Darren?'
'What did she want?'
Making the drinks I took my time, using the opportunity to think about her possible reasons for being here and to compose myself.
Returning with the two cups I put them on the table and sat myself down next to her.
"So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit to?"
She smiled, "Gossip of course. We need to share all the details of our naughty weekend."
"Well, nothing happened between Ken and I." I lied.
Dee chuckled, "Of course not, but you know you're a terrible liar."
My cheeks coloured and I dropped my gaze to the floor.
"So?" She continued.
"Ok I slept with him." I mumbled, my face going a deep crimson.
"That's it? 'I slept with him'. I want all the juicy details girl, not an I slept with him." Deanna giggled before putting on a serious expression for a moment, "But what I really wanted to talk to you about was Darren."
"What about him."
"Did you really fuck him?"
"Was that what he told you?'
She nodded, "Mmhhmm."
I bit my lip and stared into my mug, pondering what to say before deciding that the truth would probably be best.
"Yes."
"Oh my God." She shrieked excitedly, "You do know that I used to fuck him years ago? Now tell me all about it."
"You told me, remember?"
"So, I did. Well, tell me. How did you two get to do it? What was it like? I want to know everything."
