Let me start at the beginning.
After nearly five years of marriage, I discovered my wife was cheating. We split up, her boyfriend moved in and we divorced.
You would think that would be the end of the story, but it actually heated up from there.
Our families freaked out, my ex's mom and sisters mourned our split and I had to lick my wounds and move on.
And I did.
We had no kids, we split our assets and I focused on my career. I was a mid-level manager at a manufacturing company and had a great job. I knew some great ladies and knew I'd be okay.
At the same time, my ex's boyfriend was, I'll be gentle, a loser with a shitty job and abusive personality. They were destined to not last, but before they separated he left her pregnant.
One of my ex sisters in law called and frantically told me the news. I didn't feel glad my ex wife had messed up her life, but it wasn't my problem.
"I glad to talk to you (my sexy sister in law and I always got along), but your sister's problems don't belong to me."
In spite of telling her this she persisted in telling me how miserable my ex wife was.
"Look, I'm trying not to be rude, but I don't care. Call me anytime, just don't tell me stories I don't need to hear."
About a week passed and after just getting home from the gym my doorbell rang. I answered the door and there in her pregnant splendor stood my ex wife.
"Hi, may I come in?"
I stepped aside and she entered my apartment.
As impatient as I was to get rid of her, I had to admit to myself she looked incredibly sexy and in spite of myself I could feel my dick growing.
"I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for messing up our lives."