May 24th, 2010 | 
Author: Husbandless
Part 1
INTRODUCTION The bastard left me for a rather plain looking "chubby" blond that would have his baby. I wasn't quite ready for a family yet so he decided to have one without me. At first my pride was shattered. I couldn't believe it. The woman looked like she was well used already, but he said it was love. I made sure I wore my tightest leather skirt, and a deeply cut, clinging sweater to the final divorce meeting. I knew she would be there so I showed her what he had been used to so the bitch would have something to think about. Especially after her pussy was stretched out from giving birth to his brats.
I have plenty to show off. I am a very well kept 35 year old that works out religously every day and it has payed off. My mother was a Columbian rebel and my dad was French Canadian. I am 5'10" and carry 135 well placed pounds. Starting from the top, I have waist length shiny black hair, my skin looks tan even in the winter. I have large dark dark brown eyes and full lips. My nose, well I inherited that from my dad, but it's really not too bad. The rest of my body is my pride and joy. I have large, solid 49 DDD breasts with large nipples that look aroused at all times and look like thimbles when I've been playing with them. I have a flat muscular belly that blends into a trim waist, and very long muscular legs that form into full tight ass. I have a soft sensitive pussy with overly large hanging outer lips. Convinced yet? I hate bragging but I need to set the scene, right?
Don't get me wrong, we had great sex, even though I was a bit over sexed for my x-husband's tastes. He did his best. I attacked him once or twice each day, and would'nt stop fucking until I climaxed. I kind of loose my mind when I get horny and at times forgot what happened until he would tell me later shaking his head wearily in disbelief. I like my lovemaking rough and he did'nt. I could pin him down with my muscular legs and arms and fuck his big dick raw. I got carried away a few times and started slapping him when he tried to get away. He was pissed off for days, but he got over it when I let him slap my ass a few times to get even. It felt wonderful but I had to let on that it hurt so he would get over his pouting spell and start letting me fuck him again.
When the bastard left, I went wild with frustration without the daily sex. I started dating friends-of-friends, or so I thought. You really find out who your friends are when they start shoving men at you. At 35, most of the men had either been married and divorced or it was obvious why they had'nt. I went out a few times but never really hit it off with them. They all seem to want to get into a "meaningfull relationship". Hell, I just wanted to FUCK. After a few tries, I vowed to stay away from men for
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