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My Divorce's Reward (fm:one-on-one, 2259 words)

Author: Mr. X
Added: Sep 06 2018Views / Reads: 1762 / 1518 [86%]Story vote: 9.32 (28 votes)
Noah finalized his divorce and needed a drink. Taylor helps him get over the misery and find his mojo.

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Sitting in the court room, I took a deep breath and started to thank god this nightmare was almost over. Eight months ago, Jamie, my wife of 10 years, had announced that she had found another man, a better equipped and attractive man, to fulfill her needs. It was ok though, she still needed me, wanted me... just not physically. I was her "soul mate" and her "true love".

I turned my head to the right and saw as my soon to be former beauty queen wife sobbing. I had tried to make this as easy as I could. I held off dropping the evidence of threesomes, gloryholes, and gangbangs that were kept from me prior to her announcement, and in return, she gave me what I wanted. My half of everything, my freedom, and most importantly, the dog. Jesus, if he had to live with her, he would have probably starved.

She was still amazing though, 5'7'', 120 lbs, 34DD breasts, I could not have been more lucky, well other than the cheating and proposed polyamory. My lawyer slid me an envelope, which he indicated was a note that Jamie wanted me to read after all was said and done. I nodded and slipped it into my jacket.

The judge filed in and read off some legal jargon I did not really pay attention to, finalized the divorce and I walked out of the courtroom. Was I sad? Yes, how could you not be, she was the love of my life, the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but shit happens and we have to adjust. Its ok though, I had got what I wanted, got in shape, and got a new start.

Exiting the building, I put my sunglasses on and walked across the street to one of the fancier hotels, one which had a decent bar, or guess had one. We had had the last docket of the Friday afternoon, so plans to go back to work were not happening. I took a seat at the bar and looked around at the empty area. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked from the other end. "Old Fashion." I answered.

I slowly slid off my wedding ring and placed it in front of me. What the hell do you do with one of those after you divorce? I can't see there being a huge market for cursed jewelry. I pulled the envelope I had been given earlier and opened it. Reading through the garbled mess, in which she had attempted to convey some semblance of regret and desire to still be in each other's lives, I was left less than impressed. I crumpled it up and tossed it into the trash can sitting next to the wall.

The bartender slid my drink in front of me and I pulled out the required amount and tip to pay the bill. As I sat there, I picked up the ring with my right hand and examined it. Twirling the ring on the counter, I watched as it slowly went round and round, finally falling flat.

"That exciting of a day?" a female voice said from behind me. I slowly turned around and smiled. Standing in front of me was a woman who was just shy of what I had to guess was 5'10''. She was dressed in a grey sweater dress and was athletic. I starred into her blue eyes and responded, "Beginning to be."

She chuckled and sat down next to me and looked at the ring. "Married?" she asked quietly. I shook my head as I glanced at the ring. "Use to be." I answered. "How long?" she continued. "About 30 minutes." I said as I forced a small laugh. Ok, I was not ready to fully deal with the fact my life had fallen apart not that long ago. "Taylor." She said extending her hand. I took her hand and shook it gently. "Noah." I answered, "So Taylor, what brings you here this fine afternoon." She smiled. "Anniversary of my breakup and honestly, I just don't want to fucking work."

I nodded as I picked up my drink, "Whatcha drinking?" I asked as the bartender walked over. "Same." She ordered.

We talked a little while, trading stories of our heatless exes. "10 years... that has to be tough." She stated. "It was not the greatest experience in the end." I smiled.

"Hey, you want to go have some fun." She asked looking around. I nodded, "Sure."

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Ferraganga writes Mon 10 Sep 2018 14:13:

More of it nice one i love it


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