Karma's a bitch...
That's what they say.
I can honestly, unequivocally, without a single doubt say...they are right. I don't know "who" they are but they must have been bitten in the ass by Karma just like me.
My name is Christina Salo. It used to be Hudson, but I got divorced a little over 14 months ago. How I came to be such a firm believer in Karma is a story in itself if you care to listen...
First let me just say, the bitch of this story didn't start off as Karma, but as yours truly.
I was married to a truly wonderful person. He was tall, educated, good looking and he thought the sun shone out of my ass. He was the type of guy that your Mother wanted you to marry and that made your friends envious.
What happened? Life I guess. We had 2 beautiful kids, our careers and a million and one other things going on. I began making less time to be with my husband and started spending more time doing the things I wanted to do. Maybe having kids so young I felt cheated. Maybe I felt entitled. I certainly wasn't treated that way as a kid. That treatment was given to my younger sister, Lori.
Growing up my sister was certainly our parents favorite. Spoiled and indulged, denied nothing. When you are constantly treated like a Princess, you begin to act like one. So Lori ended up marrying some eye candy who was as empty headed as he was good looking.
My parents paid for her to get her nursing degree. Gave her money when she needed it and generally just indulged her every whim.
Because of the education my parents paid for, Lori was the breadwinner of her family. Her husband was always changing jobs, usually at minimum wage. Eventually being a stay at home dad, because of his inability to hold one down. Even when their kids were in school he was a stay at home dad. Go figure!
He and Lori never seemed to be able to go 6 months without some life crisis or the other. Usually my parents would bail Lori out of whatever financial straits she was in, but a few times she came to me for money.
My husband was always inclined to lend her the money, but I always refused. Which of course caused considerable strain between us. I felt she looked at my husband as some white knight and me as the wicked witch.
Don't get me wrong I love my sister, but she was jealous of me and everything I had.
I had married well. As I said, John was tall and good looking (although not as good looking as the Ken doll Lori had married), dark haired and blue eyed. Successful! We were a great match.
I was blonde and blue eye, big breasts and a killer ass. I put on a few pounds after the kids but could still turn heads.
But I took my wonderful husband for granted. Why? I don't know. Maybe I just figured it was my due. Maybe like I said, when you are constantly treated like a Princess you start acting like one. John certainly treated me like a princess. At least for the first several years we were married.
With the kids in school all day and my flexible hours as a realtor - it was easy to take advantage of John. Shopping, lunch dates with the girls or girls only weekends. I was generally just enjoying the lifestyle he provided. Life was good for me but sucked for my husband. Never once did I take John's feelings into consideration.
We began to fight a lot. Sex became a commodity that I could trade and barter with.
I encouraged him to work more. To make more money. To climb the corporate ladder while my own business suffered from lack of attention.
Like I said I was kind of a bitch. It started with shitty comments and low grade hypocrisy. Our sex life suffered even more. Then it graduated to full blown nagging, disrespect and taking him and my lifestyle for granted. We were by no means rich. We or I should say John worked for every penny we had. I also began flirting with a few of my colleagues, emotional cheating if you will. Finally culminating in a one night stand with Chip from my real estate office.
Unfortunately for yours truly I got caught. John missed me at my office by maybe 5 minutes. He had left work early and stopped to take me to lunch so we could work on our differences.
Finding me gone, he came home. I don't know what he was expecting but certainly not what he found.
What's worse is that he had pics and even a recording of me and Chip.
Even worse than that, Chip was a lousy lay. He came 2 minutes after he stuck it in me. Which turned out to be a minute too long based on the video evidence John had.
I won't bore you with the details, but I found myself divorced faster than you can say adulterous fornicator.
The upside of it all was John agreed to share custody of the kids with me and provide them with all their basic needs including $1000.00 a month each for basic rearing costs.
The down side is I got nothing. Zip. Zilch. I got to live in the house but had to pay the mortgage and 50% of everything else. A very generous deal my lawyer informed me. But it also meant I got nothing of his retirement, future earnings, nothing.
He could win the lottery and I wouldn't get a cent!
And that's just what happened. The son of a bitch went out and won the lottery. Not just any lottery either but one of the biggest in history! What's more he almost never played the lottery. Go figure!
Karma was already flipping me the bird!
So I called my lawyer.
He told me basically I was screwed. I had no recourse. The only way I could ever see a cent of that money is if John gave me some, out of the goodness of his heart. I wanted to try a little bluff but he wouldn't consider such a thing. I was on my own.
I devised a plan.
I would bluff him into giving me money. Failing that I wasn't above using sex to achieve my goal.
When we were married John always loved seeing me in a garter belt and stockings. I could remember Christmas parties, office parties and other functions where underneath I would have on some little hot number, while on the outside I looked the consummate professional or the pretty little soccer mom.
We regularly would partake of anal sex, dirty talk and dressing up. Perhaps it was my catholic upbringing or some self denying reason I'm not even aware of, but I would only do it reluctantly. Looking back I think I might have been a little embarrassed. Good girls weren't supposed to like it up the butt. Or like dressing slutty or talking dirty. Secretly I loved it.
I also think I had a hard time letting someone in on that part of me. And I would usually only do it if I got something in return. That was my materialistic streak!!
The fact that I always had 1 or 2 fabulous orgasms was nothing more than my due, I figured. But I always got something else in return. Jewelry, trips or clothes...didn't matter.
So why not?
I wore my hair up and put on a black lacy garter belt, with black stockings, black thong and a matching black bra. I wore a black and gray baby doll dress that John had seen me wear to a few parties in the past.
I was a knock out!
I was also pretty damp. The last time I had gotten fucked was from Chip and that was about as satisfying as driving over a speed bump. My poor vibrator had gotten a pretty good workout the last year, as being single seemed to have increased my sex drive considerably.
I called up John and asked if I could come over and talk to him, not really giving him a reason. I hadn't been to his new place since he moved in but knew that it was downtown.
The building was ideally located near shops, restaurants and parks. The parking was underneath. I pulled up to the cross arm and pushed the button.
A metallic voice answered. "Can I help you?"
"Christina Hud...Salo to see John Hudson." I replied.
"Of course Miss Salo, Mr. Hudson is expecting you. Top floor. You can park in the visitor stalls on the left."
"Thank you!"
I parked my car and made my way to the elevators. There only seemed to be 3 other cars in the cavernous
