SPT: Shit happens when you party naked. (584 hits)
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Submitted by swine_powered_sock_monkey (View user info) at 2006-06-29 18:29:50 EDT
In the year or so since I separated from my ex-wife, many things have occurred that have flung me into dimensions of pissed off I have never before fathomed. Luckily, I have come to a point now that things that would have severely pissed me off a year ago merely arouse my amusement at present.
Case in point:
At current I am in a relationship with a girl I knew some years before I got involved with my ex-wife, who happens to be a former friend of the old battle axe. All is well and good there; spare the fact that she is in another state making preparations to move here with me. In the meantime, I've been partaking in a regular booty-call with another former friend of the ex, who also happens to be a current friend of my out-of-state girlfriend. Complicated, and probably not the brightest idea I know, but what can I say? I'm a 20-something divorced male and I'm doing my thing.
The other night, as I lay in post-coital bliss, marveling at the copious amounts of warm, supple boobflesh at my fingertips, the object of my affections made a comment to the effect of "I'm glad you enjoy those, 'cause I don't see what's so damned special about them." So I pointed out that aside from the fact that she has quite the delicious rack, the ex was barely a B-cup on her best day. Her response to this statement was not quite what I was expecting.
"Yeah, trust me, I know from experience."
At this point, the music screeched to a halt and the saloon fell silent. I looked at Mad Dog and Mad Dog glared back at me and I looked at Jimmy the barkeep and he was taking cover behind his bar. The guys who were so recently playing poker were huddled in the corner using the card table as a shield. Mad Dog simply raised the glass to his lips and said, "Fuck it. That bitch ain't my problem no more. Besides... that sounds hot." and took a pull from his beer. The tension in the room fell away as the music picked back up and people went about their drinking.
"Oh really? Do tell." What can I say... this peaked my curiosity. As far as I knew, the ex had never let on that she was bi-curious. Come to find out, the two of them had a fling somewhere at the midpoint of our relationship. Shock and awe would be an understatement. As a heterosexual man, finding out that you're fucking someone that's fucked your ex-wife isn't something that crosses your mind as being in the realm of things you may possibly find out. And it didn't bother me. I think it's funny as hell. She was relieved that I didn't flip out, and then proceeded to service me to my liking before going home.
The hot desert air wafted through the doorway of the saloon as the patrons carried on into the evening. Card games came and went as the people drank and fought and laughed. For the rest of the night, whenever Mad Dog's eyes met mine, he only nodded in acknowledgement, chuckled, and drank his beer. I was proud of the man. Seems he finally let go of that rotten bitch he was married to.
User Reviews
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-06-30 07:12:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
It's all okay but just a bit cheap and trashy you know?
Submitted by Hookhand (user info) at 2006-06-29 20:37:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This was a +1 until "seems like he had finally gotten rid of the rotten bitch he was married to"
That's some good fucking advice.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-06-29 18:39:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
i'll take a nip at it