This is my first submission and I opted to relate a story of Karma. A tale of how things have a way of balancing themselves out over time.
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My ex-wife, Dana, has made it a point to cause havoc in my post-divorce life. She sought to punish me for 1)Finally calling her bluff as far as her repeated threats of divorce and 2) To go so far as to actually go out and build another, better, life without her.
I should take a moment at this point to give a brief description of Dana. She is a slightly heavy, not necessarily fat, but plump woman of 42 years. She has auburn hair, a medium complexion, and brown eyes. Her most attractive feature has to be a set of 36D tits with half-dollar sized areola, capped by large, thumb-size, brownish nipples. These nipples will stand out an inch when she is aroused and I absolutely loved to pull and tug on (which she hated, but tolerated) when we (occasionally) had sex. Dana had a beautiful pussy which she always trimmed short and occasionally shaved for me.
Recent events have brought the war between Dana and me to a crisis point. I have recently retired from the Navy and have sought to take custody of our two sons from her. This is based upon me being able to provide a better quality of life for them. I could never pursue this before due to my desire for them to have a steady home life, which I could not provide due to my military duties. My sons, 14 and 16, had recently asked if they could move in with me following a fight with Dana and her new boyfriend.
Dana immediately started to increase her attacks on my life, and sought to tarnish my military record and future employment by seeking a fraudulent restraining order on me. This action cost her nothing, at first, and cost me numerous legal headaches. We ultimately ended up in court over the restraining order and I easily prevailed. Now I seek to recoup the money that this cost me, and punish Dana. This leads to my story.
Dana was now in jeopardy of losing her house due to being required to pay me back several thousand dollars. Her finances had always been on the ragged edge due to her spending and had recently caused her to go into bankruptcy. She could simply not afford any more financial problems and now, with the court order to pay me, she was frantic.
Dana left a voice mail for me late one night requesting a chance to negotiate the payment terms. I initially ignored her plea, figuring that she was getting precisely what she deserved, Karma right? Several days later I began to think about those juicy tits and wondered if there was a way to perhaps get my hands on them again. Maybe to screw with Dana as she had been screwing with me. Maybe get some of the sex that she had denied me throughout our 16 year marriage.
I called Dana's cell phone from a payphone a few days later (not wanting to leave a formal record leading to me as she often tried to set up little legal traps for me...). I told her that I was prepared to discreetly meet to discuss an alternative. I told her that we could meet in the parking lot of a local restaurant on Saturday morning. She readily agreed.
Saturday morning, I arrived at the restaurant early and parked across the street. Dana arrived late, as usual. I let her sit for fifteen minutes to see if someone was with her. She sat in her car quietly. I called her (again from a pay phone) and told her to move to a nearby parking lot of a local mall. I then followed her over. When she parked, I pulled up behind her and told her to leave her cell in her car and join me in mine. She looked confused, but complied. When she got out of her car she was wearing a fashionable sweat suit.
When she got in my car, I retreated to a remote corner of the lot and parked. I told Dana that I was prepared to offer an alternative to the financial schedule. She quickly requested the details and I responded by flatly proposed that she could trade sex for the first two months of what she was to pay me. She looked shocked and started to stammer. I spoke over her and continued "There are, however, some rules. 1) No negotiation. What I said was the law. 2) She was to comply immediately without any comment. 3) No more legal games. If these rules are ever in question, if there was ever a delay, if... anything; I would, of course, press on with my legal campaign, deny this meeting ever occurred and even seek further damages." I asked if she understood. She started to stammer, but I shut her up and reiterated that this was a yes or no question and a one-time offer. If her answer was "no", she could get out of the car and start packing her house. Dana's eyes were a combination of fear and anger. I could also see the gears turning trying to find a way to turn the situation. She finally nodded "yes".
I waited for a moment and then told her it was time for a test. I ordered her to pull her sweatshirt up and show me her tits. She was shocked and started to stammer again. I said "show me the tits or get out". She slowly pulled the shirt up to reveal a sports bar that was ready to burst, large nipples plainly visible. I told her to pull the bra up. She complied and released her large tits. They were even larger than I remembered and the nipples were jutting out to the sides with combination of the cold and excitement. I reached over with both hands and grasped the nipples and began to lift the breasts. Dana made a muted whimper, but that was the limit of her protest. I steadily increased pressure, crushing both nipples, her eyes closed and she bit her lip. Finally I released her tits and retrieved a green laundry bag from the back floorboard. I told her to place this over her head and lay the seat back. When she did this, I took several pictures with my digital camera of her laying back, tits jutting and nipples hard. I started the car and drove several laps around the parking lot and we departed for the next chapter of my plan.
I had reserved a cheap nearby motel room, and after driving around for about twenty minutes we arrived. During the drive I had amused myself by alternately slapping Dana's tits and tugging on her large nipples. She remained quiet under the laundry sack.
I stopped the car near the exterior door to our room and after a quick look around the parking lot, pulled the sweatshirt down over her Dana's tits and helped her out. I pushed her through the doorway and quickly closed the door. My intent with the laundry sack and other precautions was to prevent Dana from having any specific details which she could possibly use to give me grief in the future. I wanted to keep every advantage possible.
After pushing her through the door, I turned on two digital video cameras I had set up earlier that morning, both with different angles of the room... I told Dana that she could remove the bag and offered her something to drink. She was a little mussed and drank about half a bottle of water. I sat down in a chair and asked if she was ready to continue. She slowly nodded. I told her to remove all of her clothing. I pulled out my camera and started taking pics of her strip. She was disturbed by this, but I told her "my rules) and she reluctantly kept removing her clothing.
Dana slowly removed the sweatshirt revealing her tits, nipples jutting, still hanging below the sports bra. She then quickly removed the bra. I told her to stop and to face the mirror over the TV. I also adjusted one of the video cameras to capture the video from below. I stood and came up to stand behind her. I told her to place her hands on her head and to keep them there. I reached around with both hands and again started to maul her tits. I initially crushed them in my hands and then, grasping both nipples, pulled them out away from her body causing both tits to cone. I shook the tits by the nipples and really tried to hurt her. Dana always allowed me to play with her tits during our marriage, but always stopped me from doing much with her nipples. Now the tits were mine and I abused them for the next ten minutes alternately slapping them from the bottom and sides and sadistically tugging and twisting the nipples. Dana had closed her eyes and made small sounds through clinched lips.
I stopped the abuse for a moment and told her to face my chair. I sat back down and recorded my progress with the still camera. Her tits were pink and flushed. The nipples were standing out like never before, hard and pointing out to the sides.
Dana had tears in her eyes as I ordered her to remove the rest of her clothes. She rapidly lowered her pants revealing a pair of granny panties. I told her to remove them as well, put her hands back on her head and to spread her legs. She was horrified, but complied. During our marriage she had always trimmed her pussy hair and only occasionally shaved it. Now it seemed that Dana had recently waxed all the hair, leaving her cunt bald. Extremely exciting! I adjusted the video camera to capture her bald pussy and took a few more digital stills .I reached over with my right hand and ran my hand over her cunt. She started to close her legs, but I barked at her to stop. Dana hated the word "cunt" so, as I started to insert a finger, I asked her why her cunt was so wet. She could do nothing but whimper. I could see a combination of anger, fear, and arousal in her eyes.