“But I’d be a VERY hot and sexy mistress. I’d keep your balls drained. I wouldn’t do all that crap like make you rub my feet or wear female clothing. I know that is not your thing. I’d use your tongue though. And your big cock as long as you are good. I haven’t decided about a cock cage to make sure your cum is only for me. We can explore all that as time goes on. You’ll probably want me to peg your tight little hole. Make you my little slut. Reach down as you read this and see if your cock isn’t hard. I know you secretly crave this and more. I took the letter with the list of things we could ‘negotiate’ inside and dropped it on my desk next to my computer. Someday some of that stuff may even appear in one of my stories.
Epilogue:
Melinda wasted no time nailing Greg. She took him to the cleaners. It turned out he did not have his broker’s license after all. Because of the nature of the business he got nothing from the agency in his divorce. He did not even get half the communal property as they had a pre-nup as well. It was not near as brutal as mine though. He would get some of the home equity but that was about there was to be had. Melinda funneled most of their money into the agency over the years. She owned the office building. He had to pay child support for his two boys and the amount was based on his sales history. I heard he was back to selling automobiles but had to hustle and still barely made ends meet.
Sharon was seriously considering returning to teaching. Without my letting her list the houses I built, her income stream dried up. She had to share the commission with her broker. The selling agent also shared his or her half. While she listed them all, she rarely sold one. One and a half percent for a three hundred thousand dollar house is four and half thousand dollars. She’d listed approximately two houses a month while we were married. We had lived well and invested the excess. She only got fifteen percent of that. Of course she and her lawyer had complained about the loss of income and wanted me to pay alimony. The prenup ended that.
She made one appearance two weeks after the divorce was final. I was on a job site when she pulled up. I noticed she had traded in her car for a small cheap sedan. “Hello Dave.” she greeted me. “I need a place to stay. I can’t afford my apartment. I will really rock your boat. You know I can do it.” I smiled. I wondered what bullshit she’d come up with. I asked her what happened to Greg. “He can’t do shit. His cock was smaller than yours and he was not as good in bed. The only thing he had going was his good looks.”
“And yet you traded me for him.” I said.
“No! I never traded you. I’ll admit I wanted both. You asked one time why I had an affair.” she said. I noticed her use of words. She did not say cheated. “Well it was the forbidden fruit. It was naughty. Kinky and wild with just straight sex. I can’t explain it. It just got me off. I had to be careful to not let you know. I got super aroused when I saw that stuff on your computer, I thought I’d have the best of both worlds. Just thinking about it got me off. Even when we were fucking, I imagined you serving me. My lovable stud.” Slave, I corrected. “Willing servant” she countered. “We could do that. Not be married, just live together. We’d do all kinds of wild stuff. You’d get your private fantasies and I would too.” I had to laugh. The expression on her face when I sent her on her way was… actually I can’t say enjoyed it. I simply did not care.