That was Wednesday. My ex-wife flew to her lover in Mexico, a day ago. I had sex with my realtor and now-lover, I. H. Ling plus doing oral with her secretary, Janice.
Thursday, after mutual groping and posing, Ling took me back to her office, where I retrieved my car. She made a couple of calls and suddenly I was in the hands of one of San Diego's best auto cleaners/detailers. Ling had to take calls for her work, so I had the detailer people take me to the Point Loma branch library, where I read and surfed the net until I got a call from my cell-phone.
For a price so low I only screamed a little, I suddenly had an all-but new-looking car. With Janice holding down the office (she was still having her period, which she pointedly reminded me, was temporary), in the afternoon, Ling followed me out to a car dealership. There, I traded my cleaned-but-sex-juice-contaminated car in for a new, bright red Jeep with lots of bells-and-whistles plus 4-wheel drive at need.
That aspect of my former life was over. Just the house to go.
Ling and I went back to my house, where I packed up the little I wanted and she looked over the house with a practiced eye. She estimated it would sell for well over a million, given it's location on the ridge of Point Loma, and with a nearly unobstructed view of the bay and city. Ling attached red Post-It slips on all the furniture that was to stay, in order to 'stage' the house for a better appearance, and so enhance a sale.
Over the phone, Ling arranged for a group to come out and take all the other stuff, clothes and kitchen stuff. I didn't care about re-sale monies and that made it a lot easier. It turned out all I really needed was 3 boxes of clothes, hand tools and bathroom stuff. Connie's stuff went, too, as she'd left nothing valuable behind her.
Ling and I returned to the office, where I kissed blind Janice and Ling closed up. Then we went shopping for food at the local stores. Back to Ling's home, where, exhausted, we both fell asleep on the low couch. Nude, with her hand wrapped around my soft cock.
When we woke, we made slow, careful love, then cooked dinner and ate. Watched some TV. Then went to bed (a mattress on the floor, again because of her short legs), cuddled and fell asleep.
Friday, the movers and house cleaners were at my house. It's amazing what some contacts with a top-notch Realtor plus a lot of cash money could accomplish in a short time. Not having to box up and label a lot of stuff helped. The house was empty by the late afternoon, with the cleaners coming over on Saturday. By Sunday afternoon, the place was empty (except for the few pieces of furniture for the 'staging' of the house), ready to have the 'For Sale' sign put up on the lawn.
I already knew that Ling would be tired and in need of cuddling, care and gentle sex, because, from Friday late afternoon until Sunday evening, she would be as busy as a one-armed paper hanger. Those being the days everyone else was out looking for houses or needing to get theirs sold ASAP.
My 'job' was to keep those two women in sales mode, cool and cared for. That, I could do. Not just petting and sex, but with flowers, cold drinks, running errands, shoulder and back rubs ... all the stuff a loving, caring man does to the women he cares about. If that's too predictable, too 'vanilla,' then too bad!
Janice declared her 'period' over on Sunday afternoon.
On Sunday evening, Ling declared the office closed. She and Janice flopped onto the office couch and were asleep in a nap within a minute, while I just sat and looked at the both of them. They'd busted their butts, satisfying demanding clients and they both were exhausted.
I sat in the tall office chair and watched the two women sleep. Janice was wearing her usual 'professional-office' hose, 1" heel pumps, wool skirt and blouse, while Ling was in Western dress: tight jeans, tennies and a light sweater.
Neither had any underwear on, I knew, because they'd told me so, repeatedly, all weekend.
