This is a story of a woman becoming dissatisfied in her marriage, she leaves her husband to start a new one. She meets and falls in love with a dark skinned bi sexual goddess, and also finds her lover's young son. But both women end up enjoying him.
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Carrie Pincher was breathing huge sighs of relief, she had made it! It had taken months of planning, a lot of soul searching, and much bravery on her part, in her opinion. But not those of her friends, the friends she had now left behind. But she had a problem now, one she hadn't foreseen, not because she hadn't thought of it, no, it was because her specific orders hadn't been followed.
She was stood in her new apartment among a zillion boxes all mixed in with the furniture that had been delivered. She had paid extra for the service to have her things put where she asked for them to be put. And now it was 7pm, too late to call and complain. She hadn't been able to be there, because to do what she had done, she had to play the game and leave at the last minute.
He would have suspected something and have one of his boys to call and see where she was. Her heart had been in her mouth all day while the removal men piled her belongings and furniture into the van, to take it the three hundred miles from where she was stood. But it had all gone off without a hitch, until she had opened her new door and seen what the bastards had done.
Carrie sat on a box and wept, she was exhausted, physically and mentally. This had been in her head for at least three years, building up the courage to even think about it, and then planning it, finding what she hoped would be a secret location while the dust settled, and hopefully never seeing him again, then executing it. And until now it had all gone like clockwork.
He would be furious, he would leave no stone unturned to find her and bring her back. His humiliation would drive him to it more than anything. His street cred would be severely dented, his wife had left, she had pulled a fast one on him. But Carrie had planned and replanned her escape to a new and hopefully happier life, she was confident she wouldn't be found.
She had changed her hair colour, from brunette to blond, her wardrobe had been renewed, her car had been sold, she had yet to buy a new one. And all with the cash she had engineered from him in the thirteen years of her marriage. Jack, her husband was a business man, but he worked on the shadier side of life, she never knew what he really did, but he kept business hours, 9 to 5 or 7 depending on what he was doing, some late evenings, but never weekends. No, they were set aside for socialising, where she would have to trail along, wanting to or not.
People fawned over him, gave her lots of attention, Carrie as worth the attention though, she was a very beautiful woman. That was why he had chased her, wooed her, and eventually got her to marry him. Her parents had warned her off him, but she had ignored their warnings, and she knew now, misguidedly.
Carrie had met him in college, he was a catch, all the girls wanted him, extremely good looking, athletic, virile, you name it, he had it. But even then she thought there was more to him than met the eye, and she had been proved right over the years. They were wealthy, very wealthy, she had no real idea where the money came from, and she didn't care much in the early years, he was respected, or so it seemed.
But as the years wore on she began to tire of the life she was being made to lead, she had no say in what they did, where they went, or whom they saw and socialised with, she drifted apart from her real friends, and only had his in the end. She was the ultimate trophy wife, on his arm at all times, beautiful, sexy and alluring. Carrie couldn't even 'dress down' she was on tap at all times.
They hadn't even had any children, he had flatly refused saying, 'he wasn't prepared to change his life and life style for the sake of having fucking brats running around and ruining their lives.' This had been the catalyst, the straw that broke the camels back for Carrie
And the day came when she told herself enough was enough, and that's when her planning started. When everything had been decided, she called her parents and told them she was leaving, but refused to tell them where she was going, or what she was doing, she would call them at a later date, were her final words. She asked her father to open a new bank account in his name but for her use, it was all legal she told him.
And now here she was, she had done it, but she was really scared now in case he found her, the longer she remained incognito the better it would be, the better her chances of not going back would improve, he would get over it eventually. She would open a bank account in her maiden name, and start building the life she dreamed of, and that included children if possible.
There was one other fly in his particular ointment too, although she had never told him, or anyone else for that matter. He wasn't that good in bed, there weren't many times that she could remember where she had turned over to go to sleep with a satisfied smile on her lovely face. He was a little under endowed, and not very proficient with it either. She had tried over the years to improve his performances, but he had always poo pood her, saying, it was her who was not built for it, she may look the part he would say, but couldn't play it. He would regale his 'friends' with stories of his sexual exploits, and Carrie would smile enigmatically. Her husband, she would say to herself, "is all mouth and no trousers!"
Carrie intended to get a job, even if it was a shop assistant or filling shelves, she wanted to meet people and make new friends, build a whole new life. Inside of one month it was all achieved, she worked in a cafe down the road, so there were people of all ages and colours coming in. And because of how she looked more men were coming in too, this pleased the owner, who was a Greek woman, about eight years older than Carrie. And much to Carrie's delight, because it deflected some of the attention from her, Andrea was as equally lovely as she was in her dark Mediterranean ways.
Two months later Carrie was letting snippets go about her private life, but she was always careful not to divulge too much to Andrea. They were now friends, Carrie's life was opening up and she was getting happier and happier by the day. Andrea too was divorced, Carrie wished she was, but knew that she probably never would be. And soon realised that Andrea was more into women than men, although she did have the odd boyfriend.
Carrie was beginning to miss the closeness of a relationship with someone. She had never considered even once in her life the idea of that being with another woman. But Andrea was gorgeous, and Carrie found her mind drifting sometimes, especially when a young lovely would stop by at the end of the day to meet her. And she also realised that the women who did stop by for Andrea were all young, in their early twenty's or so.
