TITLE    : My Wife was Leaving Me?
STORYID  : my-wife-was-leaving-me
SUMMARY  : That can't be true.
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2019-01-17
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |loving wife|loving wives|cheating wife|wife|husband|


"What's wrong with your mother-in-law's car?" Asked my best friend Tony.



"What are you talking about" I asked. It was Wednesday evening. Tony and I were having our weekly pizza and beer.



"Your mother-in-law's car. What's wrong with it?" I just looked at him. I don't care much for my mother-in-law and vice versa. We don't hate each other ... we just stay out of each other's way. "Come on, Slick." That's what most of the people I know call me. My real name is Jerry Slavin. I acquired the nickname Slick when I was eight years old and plastered my hair down with styling gel to fit with my Halloween costume and my father told me it looked slick. "Candy has been bringing her to school and picking her up every afternoon for the past week so I figured something is wrong with it." Candy is my wife. Candace is her real name and we have been married for just over six years.



Tony, Candy, and her mother are teachers. Tony and Candy's mother taught at the same school.



"Nobody told me. Maybe I should check on it." I said.



"Maybe you should. You need all the mother-in-law points you can get."



We finished our beer and pizza and parted ways. 



I walked in our house about 8:30. Candy met me with a kiss, rubbed her house robe clad body against mine, and told me that if I took a shower and brushed my teeth (she hated the taste of beer) she would meet me in the bedroom and do wonderful things to my body.



A perfectly normal Wednesday evening.



Twenty minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where Candy lay naked with her left hand on her right nipple, squeezing and pulling it and her right 'social finger' rubbing her clit. She smiled her beautiful smile and I was in love all over again. She stopped what she was doing, spread her arms invitingly, and I fell into them. We kissed and I slid down her body until I was looking at her perfect pussy. Her hands came down and spread her lips. Her aroma hit me and my tongue moved toward her. When it touched her flesh, she jumped, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her. When she did that, my tongue buried itself in her and she jumped again ... only higher this time.



We both enjoyed the next several minutes while I feasted on her and she had her first orgasm during which her legs pinched my head so tightly that I couldn't breathe for many seconds. What a perfect way to die I thought as I tried to breathe. 



When her legs relaxed their grip, I moved up her body until my dick felt her mound. I lifted my lower body, she grabbed my dick, aimed it where my tongue had recently been, and lifted her hips. At the same time, I lowered my body and I into her.



We fucked for a long time. Then we rested and fucked again. Yep! A normal Wednesday, or Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday in the Slavin household. 



Candy left for school a little early the next morning and I wasn't far behind. I was the maintenance supervisor at one of our larger hospitals. Great job. Great benefits. Great pay. 



I had gotten into my car before remembering my conversation with Tony the evening before. I had forgotten to ask Candy about her mother's car. What the hell, I thought. I'll just pop over to her house and take a look at it. We didn't care for each other, but that didn't mean I couldn't be civil to her. I called my office and told them I would be late.



I had a key for Rosa's house. That's her name. Rosa Cortland. I didn't recall ever being there by myself. In fact it was rare that I ever went there at all.



I rang the doorbell. No answer, so I unlocked the door and went in. "Hello. Anyone here?" No answer. I didn't expect one because she should be at school. I walked through to the garage. Her car was there. I took her spare set of keys off the keyboard in the kitchen and did a thorough check of fluids before I started it. It started easily and ran fine. I opened the garage door, backed it out and drove it around the block a couple of times and back into the garage. Everything seemed okay so I turned it off and replaced the keys. As I started out of the house, I walked by the guest bedroom. The door was open so I glanced in. On the bed lay some clothes. Some neatly folded, others just lying there. One of the items lying there was a red dress. I stepped in for a closer look. I had seen it often enough to know it was Candy's. I picked it up and could smell her perfume on it.



The week before, Candy had started cleaning out her closet. "Stuff I don't want or doesn't fit" she said so she was donating them to The Salvation Army. I remembered this red dress as being one of those she chose to donate. I glanced through the stacks and recognized everything as belonging to my wife. On the other side of the bed were stacks of new clothes. Most with the price tags still attached. It reminded me of the way she laid out the things she was going to pack for our trips. 



On top of one pile was a folder with the word Belgium printed on it. I opened it. Inside was a passport issued to Candace Elizabeth Slavin. Below that was a letter from the Department of Defense telling her that her application for a teaching position at the DoD School in Mons, Belgium was approved; and according to the letter she was scheduled to leave the day after the school year here ended. It also included her airplane ticket and the name of the hotel she would be staying in until living quarters became available or she found some on her own. She would have several weeks to get settled in Belgium before school started over there.



I stood staring at the folder. After several minutes of trying to grasp what I was looking at, I replaced it and hurriedly left the house.



I drove to the nearest parking lot and sat there with my mind going a mile a minute and in many directions; but everything always went full circle and came back to one conclusion. 



Candy was leaving me.



I made it to my office and was like a robot the rest of the day. Igot through the day automatically and without thinking. When school was scheduled to be out, I called tony.



"What's up?" He asked.



"Wanna have a beer?"



"Sure. When?" No questions or comments about the time of day; just 'Sure. When?'



"Right now."



"Meet you in 15 minutes."



We always went to the Pioneer bar, so he didn't have to ask where. I was sitting there when he walked in. It didn't take long for me to bring him up to speed.



"Holy shit, Slick. What are you going to do?"



"No idea."



"Talk to her?"



"I guess."



"You guess? Your wife is leaving you and 'you guess' you'll talk to her?"



"I'm just trying to wrap my head around what seems to be happening."



We talked and drank for a couple of hours and tried to come up with a plan of action. We had lost track of time when my phone rang. It was Candy.



"Hi." 



"Where are you?"



"Having a drink with Tony."



"Oh. Okay. Coming home soon?"



"Yeah. In a few minutes."



I left an hour later. When I got home, I was met with a kiss and hug. God, she smelled good. I thought back to the smell on the red dress I found earlier. She did her best to seduce me and I did my best to respond, but it was useless. The memory of those clothes and that folder wouldn't go away.



She finally gave up and just looked at me. I got out of bed and went to the living room. I was still awake at three when she came in and sat next to me.



"Is everything okay?" She asked.



"You tell me."



"Of course it is. School is almost over and summer will be here."



"You're right. Summer will be here. Any idea where we should go on our vacation?"



"I was thinking about Vancouver, Canada and maybe a cruise to Alaska." We had talked about that before and we both wanted to do it.



"Yeah. That sounds good. When would you like to go? I'll put in for vacation."



"Anytime. You know my summers are pretty open."



"Good. How about right after school ends?"



"Uh ... sure ... that should work."



"Good. I'll start working on it. By the way. Do you know how long it takes to get a passport?"



"Uh ... Why?"



"Won't we need one if we go to Canada?"



"I shouldn't think so."



"Okay. I'll check it out."



"Are you coming back to bed?"



"Nah. I don't think so."



Her summers are pretty open? Not this summer apparently.



The next day, I did a bit of research. In order to return to the United States by air, US citizens must have a passport. Canada will not allow a U.S. Citizen into the country who does not have the proper documentation to return home. The Canadian government requires citizens of the United States to have a passport to fly to or transit through a Canadian airport, but not to enter Canada by land or by boat. Proof of citizenship, such as birth certificate or Enhanced Driver's License will suffice in those cases. Now, of course, what I read could have been wrong, or I could have misunderstood it. Anyway, based on this information, and assuming Candy had no knowledge to the contrary, I told her that if we went to Canada we would need passports. I also told her that I would pick up the forms we needed to submit because it took 4 - 6 weeks to get them. Since I knew she already had a Passport, I was curious as to her reaction.



"Uh ... Why don't we wait awhile. We might decide to go someplace else."



"Well, we will probably need Passports later, so why don't we go ahead and do it."



"No. Let's wait." And she walked away dismissing the subject. 



The next day, I went to the Post Office, got and filled out the necessary form, got my birth certificate and photo and submitted them, via a company whose business was expediting passports and visas.



The rest of the week and the weekend drug by. Friday and Saturday she was able to get me hard and we had sex. Not great sex; but sex. I couldn't focus on it. 



She was gone most of Saturday and Sunday. Running errands with mom, she said. 



I spent most of the week with Tony trying to figure out why Candy was doing what she was doing. I couldn't think of a single thing I had done to cause her to want to do this. One of the thoughts I had, of course, was that there was another man. But after her efforts over the weekend, it just didn't seem logical. It isn't logical that she is leaving you either, but apparently she is.



On Monday, I took another day off. Both Candy and Rosa were in school. I went back to Rosa's house. I peeked into the room where Candy's things were. The only change was a new computer, still in the box, sitting on top of the Belgium folder. 



Since her mother appeared to be in on her deception, I figured there might be something on her computer which would shed some light; so I went to it. I had told her before that she needed a password, but fortunately for me, she kept putting it off. I went to her browsing history and started working my way through it. Online shopping, catalog stores, European vacations, and the like seemed to define her computer searches.



Then I started on her emails. It wasn't difficult because she used the same ID and password for everything ... another thing I told her was a bad idea.



Pretty run of the mill stuff ... until I got to an exchange with her sister. She told her sister that Candy had decided to divorce me. In order to get as far away from me as possible she had applied for a teaching job with The Department of Defense School System overseas. 



Her sister, Louise, had responded voicing regret about the divorce and asked about problems we were having.



"No real problems. She has just decided she doesn't want to be married. She wants to be single and spread her wings. She says she probably still loves Jerry, but doesn't see herself married to him, or anybody else, anymore. That makes me happy because I never cared for him."



"Is she seeing someone else?"



"There is a guy at her school she has gone out with a few times, but it's nothing serious and he isn't the reason for her decision."



"Is Slick seeing anyone else?" She, like most people, called me Slick, but Rosa refused to. 



"Not that she knows of, but at this point she doesn't care. He can do what he wants. She just wants to be single, again.'



"What does Slick say about her leaving?"



"He doesn't know, yet. She is going to get everything lined up before she tells him."



So there it was. After six years, she's tired of being married and wants to spread her wings; and she wants to get things lined up before she tells me. Get things lined up? She has a job, passport, and plane ticket. The only other thing that might need 'lined up' would be finances and the house. I wondered what she had done about those.



I closed the computer, locked the house, and, even though I had taken the day off, headed for work. I spent the day earning my salary. It was a particularly busy day and I didn't have an opportunity to dwell on Candy's need to 'spread her wings' whatever that meant.



I sometimes do my best thinking when I am busy. Once the problem or situation has been planted in my brain, I get busy doing other things and my subconscious goes to work and I end up with a solution and plan of action. And so it was that day.



I spent the last hour of the day in the office of the hospital IT chief. Her name was Julie Leigh and her office was able to monitor and record all activity on every computer in the hospital. 



Julie and I had been friends for years. She was attractive, smart, and witty. We had lunched together in the hospital cafeteria often and whenever we did, we laughed a lot; but that's as far as it went. If it is possible for a man to have a female friend without sex getting in the way, Julie was mine. Not that I hadn't imagined it on more than one occasion, but I never gave it any serious consideration and I certainly never moved in that direction.



"What would be the possibility of my getting the software necessary to do on a personal computer what you can do on hospital equipment?" I asked her after some general conversation. I didn't tell her why I wanted it and she didn't ask.



"It could be possible ... for a price."



"How much?"



"Why don't we figure that out later. In the meantime," She went to her safe, retrieved a small box and handed it to me. "Take this and follow the instructions." We bantered a bit longer before I left.



My drive home was interesting. As it usually does, my subconscious had been working on my situation and it asked my heart the question: Since she no longer wants to be married to you; do you want to stay married to her? A valid question; so the debate between my heart and my head started.



Neither of them could answer the question so logic entered the debate. Logic put in his two cents by adding she has gone too far for us to think that she is going to change her mind regardless of what you do or what you want. Shower her with love. Cover her with kisses. Give her more orgasms than she has ever had, but if you can't solve the 'doesn't want to be married' and 'need to spread her wings' problems, the marriage is over. Period. So you should protect yourself both financially and emotionally. 



Logic won round one.



The house was empty when I got home. I went straight to our computer and looked at our investment account. Nothing amiss. I changed the password, anyway. Same with the checking, savings, and vacation accounts. I asked for drastically reduced credit limits on the four credit cards and informed the credit card companies that they would be cancelled on May 24th, the last day of school. I also requested that a new account be set up in my name only. I didn't cancel them immediately for fear she would discover that I knew her plans. I would come up with some logical reason if she discovered the lowered limits on the cards.



Then I took a shower and went to bed. I don't know what time she got home.



The next day at work, she called me.



"You must have had a hard day yesterday. You were asleep when I got home."



"It was a day unlike any I have ever had." I responded.



She didn't ask if that was good or bad she just said. "I'm going to Mom's after work and might be home late."



"Okay."



That night was a repeat of the night before.



On Wednesday I met Tony for our usual pizza and beer and I brought him up to date.



"Goddamn, Slick." That about said it all. 



When I got home she came to me, wearing nothing but her house robe, put her hands on my chest and asked. "Wanna fuck?"



"Nah." I said and sat in my usual chair in the living room and turned on the TV. When I looked up, she was gone.



I had a quiet evening and she was asleep when I went to bed.



She was gone when I got up and I was asleep when she got home. By Friday, I had pretty well convinced myself that our marriage was over.



I didn't see her at all over the weekend. I did spend time with Tony and asked him to keep his eyes and ears open at work. Rosa, of course, knew he was my best friend so would be careful what she said around him; but maybe someone she might talk to wouldn't be so careful.



On Monday, after they had left for work, I went back to Rosa's house. Candy's new computer was now set up in Rosa's office. I opened it and it, too, had no password. I loaded the software Julie Leigh had given me then went to my office.



On Tuesday morning, Tony called to tell me that Rosa had called in sick and was taking a couple of days off. Right after he called, Candy sent me a message. She told me that her mother was sick and that she would be spending a couple of days at her house taking care of her.



On Thursday morning, Julie Leigh came in to my office and closed the door.



She handed me a single printed sheet.



"This is an email I printed from the computer you installed that software on. They're from Monday. Apparently that was the day you installed it."



It was email between Candy and Joseph Brunel, a math teacher at her school. I had met him twice. He was young and looked like a teenager.



From Candy. "I missed you at school today."



His response. "Yeah, I had a dental appointment. I thought I mentioned it."



"If you did, I forgot. Thank you for yesterday. I enjoyed it."



"You're most welcome. I enjoyed it as well. Can we do it again?"



"Probably; if my husband keeps acting the way he has been."



"Any chance he knows your plans."



"No way. He's just being an ass."



"Speaking of ass ..."



"LOL. I thought you might bring that up."



"Why not? I like your ass."



"Like?"



"Okay. I love your ass."



"You better buster. Or you'll never see it again."



"See it? I want to fuck it again."



"Didn't you get enough yesterday?"



"What do you think?"



"I think you're going to miss me."



"Yes, I am. I envy those Frenchmen."



"They're not French. They're Belgian."



"I'm still envious, whoever they are."



"For a guy who hasn't had much sex, you do pretty well and shouldn't envy anybody. You'll keep getting better."



"I've always been shy ... and now my mentor is moving away."



"Don't worry. There'll plenty of others. Oops. Gotta go. Bye."



"Bye." 



I put the sheet on my desk. "Why am I not surprised?"



"Did you know?"



"No. And I get the impression that this is the first time ... at least with him." At first I hadn't been sure what she meant by spreading her wings, but apparently, at least in part, it meant she wanted to fuck other men. "Was there anything else there?"



"Not really. Other than your vacation?"



"Vacation?"



"Yeah, she has been looking for places to visit in Europe and checking out the prices of cars. When are you going?"



"We're not." So I told Julie everything.



"Christ, Slick. She's leaving and wasn't going to tell you?"



"That's about it."



"That's pretty cold."



"Yeah, well."



"And she's supposed to leave when?"



"A little over three weeks."



"And you are just going to let her go?"



"That's the plan ... well, almost the plan. I have a couple of surprises for her."



She smiled. "Care to share?"

<hr pg="2" />"Not right now, but stick around."



Then she surprised the shit out of me. "If you're going to be single, you bet your ass I'm sticking around."



And she walked out of my office.



I stared at my door for a long time after she left. I had known her for over ten years and never once had she said anything like that. I knew she was single and I knew she dated. I even knew at least two men who had slept with her ... or so they said. I knew several more who tried to go out with her but she had no interest in them.



The emails were from Monday and Candy had thanked him for fucking her the day before. I hadn't seen her at all over the weekend and she spent some time with her mother who supposedly had not been feeling well. At least now I know what she was doing. I wasn't even upset at learning that my wife had fucked a different man. Her allowing him to fuck her ass, however, was a surprise.



What had Brunel said about Candy's ass? 'See it? I want to fuck it again.' And her reply? 'Didn't you get enough yesterday?'



We had been married six years and I had fucked her ass exactly four times. It was not something either of us thought of as being part of our normal sexual activity, but we had done it just for something different. But she implied that she enjoyed it when Brunel did it. 



Tonight might be number five, for me, however.



When I approached her that evening, I was direct. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass tonight."



"Oh, no you're not."



"Either I fuck your ass or it will be a cold day in hell before we fuck again."



"You can't be serious."



"Don't I look serious?"



"Believe me, you will get hornier than I will."



"Really? Are you telling me that you will fuck somebody else before you let me fuck your ass?"



"I didn't say that."



"You implied it."



"You threatened me and I responded."



I looked directly at her, narrowed my eyes, and spoke slowly and distinctly. "Would you like to hear what a real threat sounds like?"



"Fuck you." She stormed out. 



The next day I went to Julie's office. "Do you have a passport?" I asked.



"Of course. Why?"



"Would you like to go to Belgium?"



"What?"



"Would you like to go to Belgium?"



"That's what I thought you said."



"Well."



"When, why, and for how long?"



"We would leave May 24th."



"And the why?"



"Let's just say it's a little surprise for my wife."



"How long?"



"How about a week? Can you get vacation?"



"Are you drunk?"



Laughing, I said. "No. Not drunk. No need to answer now, just give it some thought. I will pay all expenses and promise that I will be a gentleman and we will have separate rooms when we get there. Think about it. See you later." I returned to my office.



My door hadn't had a chance to completely close when she pushed it open. "I'll go on a couple of conditions."



"Okay. What are they?"



"First; we don't have separate rooms. Second; you don't act like a gentleman."



With that she winked ... and left.



The next two weeks were interesting. Candy's email indicated that she and Brunel had fucked at least four more times. She never fucked me once in that time. 



She was right. I did get hornier than she.



We found out that she had engaged a car and driver to pick her up at the airport in Brussels and take her to her hotel in Mons. We also discovered that her mother was going to join her in a couple of weeks and they were going to spend the Fourth of July in Paris. She was also pricing used cars she could buy.



Another thing we discovered was that she had drafted a letter to me telling me that she didn't want to be married any more. She also wrote that she was taking most of our money, but leaving me the house so it was an even trade. There was some other claptrap in there, but I no longer cared.



My Passport came and I smiled.



I checked with the bank and our investment company. They both told me that Candy had been unable to access our accounts online (mainly because I had changed the passwords) so she had personally gone to see them and arranged for the vast majority of our funds to be transferred to Belgium On May 24. The last day of school was May 24. She was leaving on May 25. I countermanded that order and scheduled everything to be transferred to new accounts in my name only. I figured I was on shaky ground, legally, but since she was going to be out of the country, what the fuck; all the courts could do is make me give her some later. But her being out of the country would make it a lot more difficult and complicated, I hoped. From what I understood, she was entitled to half, but she had tried to take about 90% ... again, I suppose because she was going out of the country and figured I couldn't do anything about it. Well, fuck her!



Tony had overheard two teachers in their faculty lounge. Apparently, Rosa had been bragging to them about how her daughter was going to fuck over her slime ball husband and that she, Rosa, was going to spend most of the summer in Europe.



Two days before "B" Day ... B for Belgium, I went to The Salvation Army Retail Store and made some purchases. 



The day before "B" Day, was the day the money transfers were to take place. I called the bank and was told that Candy had called earlier that day to ensure that the transfers had, in fact, taken place. She was informed that "Money transfers had been made." What she wasn't told was that the transfers went to me and not to Belgium. 



The day before "B" Day was also the last day of school, Candy left for work early without so much as a 'kiss my ass' to me. I had already packed my suitcase and carryon and put them in my car. I knew that the school day would be short and that both Candy and Rosa would be off early, so I went to Rosa's house with my Salvation Army purchases. There were three suitcases in the guest bedroom and no longer anything on the bed. I hurriedly finished what I went there to do. 



By mid-afternoon, Julie and I were on a plane. Our flight took us to Newark where we had a short layover. I had sent Candy a text message telling her I had things to do and that I would see her in a couple of days. I didn't really expect a response from her.



The flight to Brussels was uneventful ... if you exclude sitting next to Julie and smelling her perfume ... and watching her breasts heave every time she took a breath ... and watching her lips pucker whenever she took a sip of wine or bite of her meal ... or feeling her hand on my leg ... or on and on and on. The flight seemed to take forever. I wanted to get to Belgium. I explained to her what I wanted to do over the next couple of days. 



Then she explained to me what she wanted to do. 



My plan would get me a lot of mental and emotional satisfaction, but her plan would give both of us much needed physical release.



We landed in Brussels and were met by the same car service Candy had scheduled for herself the next day. I had a message from Candy. "When you get back, I'll be gone."



We were driven to the city of Mons, where Candy was going to live and teach. We checked into the same hotel Candy would be checking into the next day. 



We were in our room and Julie came up to me. "We can either rest and try to get over jetlag, or we can get naked, fuck and then rest." She started to unbutton her blouse. "Which would you prefer?"



I went to her, moved her hands away from her buttons and took over that job. I started slowly, but as each new button opened, I went faster and faster. Her hands went to my face and pulled me to her. We kissed for the first time. When the buttons were undone, she took the blouse off and tossed it on a chair by the bed. Her slacks were next. Then her bra. 



I stood breathless as her breasts were exposed. They were the first real ones other than Candy's I had seen in lo these many years. She reached with both hands and started pulling on her nipples. She pulled, stretched, rubbed and squeezed. "For ten years I've thought about doing this for you; now I'm doing it. And for the same ten years, I thought about you doing it for me." Then she took my hands and put them on her breasts and I started pulling, stretching, rubbing and squeezing them myself. "And now you are."



Her eyes closed and her head fell back as she moaned. The only thing that kept her from falling backward was my grip on her nipples which, by now, were stretched almost to the popping point. 



The shudder started in her toes and worked its way up to her head.



"Oh, my God, Slick, I just came."



I pulled her nipples and she came to me. I walked backward, still pulling on her nips with her still shuddering until the backs of my legs hit the bed and I fell onto it. Julie fell on top of me, but immediately straddled me and started ripping buttons off my shirt.



"I'm going to fuck you so good you'll throw rocks at every other woman you see."



Then she pulled my nipples and stood up. I went with her. When we were both upright, she reached for my belt, unbuckled it, and started down to her knees taking my trousers and briefs with her. I could feel her breath on my dick and anticipated her sucking me into her mouth...but that didn't happen. As she stood, her thumbs went to her panties and slid them down her legs. By the time she was upright, her panties were on the floor. She put her arms around my neck, kissed me long and softly then spoke. 



"You thought I was going to suck your dick, didn't you?"



I nodded.



"I'm going to...but you're going to fuck me first. Then I'm going to suck both of us off of you."



I held her shoulders, turned both of us around, and gently pushed her back on the bed. She spread her legs and I lowered myself until my dick just touched her flesh...she took my dick and shuddered again as she aimed it where she wanted it to go...and it went there.



The act of fucking has been described every way possible and lots of ways which are impossible and Julie and I tried several of both that night.



I couldn't wait until tomorrow when Candy walked into the hotel lobby and saw me. That would give me the mental and emotional satisfaction I wanted; but the pure, lustful, physical release Julie's plan had was intense. I liked hers better.



Between jetlag and fucking like rabbits, Julie and I were exhausted and slept like logs that night. We never had dinner.



The next morning after a breakfast of strong coffee, bread, cheese, sliced meat and honey, we walked around town. Just outside town was Supreme Headquarters, Allied Powers, Europe (SHAPE) which was NATO'S Military Headquarters. Candy's father had been stationed there and Candy lived there for three years as a young girl. 



I was surprised at the history and beauty of the city. We learned that artist Van Gogh once lived there and his house was preserved and open to the public. The most popular attraction was the Manneken Pis. A statue of a little boy taking a piss. The original was in Brussels, but we learned that several cities had copies and they were all very popular attractions. We stopped in one of the sidewalk cafes for a very nice lunch. There was a huge variety of food available. Being typical Americans, we chose food we were familiar with. Chinese. 



We were sitting in the lobby when she came in. We watched as she registered at the front desk. When she was finished, she, followed by the bellhop who was pushing the cart with her luggage, headed for the elevators. Julie and I stood and waited. Candy pushed the button. When the elevator appeared, the door opened and a couple of people got out. Candy started to enter and I shouted. "Hold that door, please."



Candy reflexively held it open. Julie and I stepped around her and into the elevator. Her eyes and mouth opened wide and she had a sharp intake of breath when she saw me. I pushed our floor number, looked at her and said. 



"Oh, hi, Candy. Thank you." And the door closed just as I heard her scream. 



The trip to Belgium was expensive and maybe more than a bit childish, but the scream made it all worthwhile ... well, actually, the scream AND getting to fuck Julie.



We had been in our room no more than ten minutes when the soft knock came. We smiled at each other.



I opened the door. She stood there. Her face pale.



"What are you doing here?" She barely squeaked out.



"Me? Well, I have been thinking about it for quite awhile and decided I don't want to be married any more. I remembered you talking about having lived here so I thought Julie and I would come over, spread our wings and spend some time. Oh, I'm sorry. Do you remember Julie? Julie, you remember Candy."



"Hi, Candy. It's good to see you again. How was your flight?"



Candy just stood there.



"And what are you doing here?" I asked innocently.



"I ... uh ... I ..."



"Is Joe with you?"



"Joe?"



"Joe Brunel ... the guy who likes to fuck your ass. Is he with you?"



She inhaled sharply and ran down the hall.



Julie came over, closed the door Candy had left open, kissed me and asked. "Can we fuck now?"



And we did. Well, actually, we didn't, but we had started to when the hard pounding on the door started.



I grinned at Julie. "Don't go away. This won't take long."



I opened the door to find a red-faced fuming soon-to-be-ex-wife standing there hold a pair of farmer's overalls.



"What the fuck is this?" She asked waving the overalls in my face.



"I don't know. Are you starting a new fashion trend?"



"You son of a bitch. Where are my clothes?" 



"What clothes?"



"You know what clothes, you bastard. The clothes I packed in my suitcases."



"Well, sweetie." I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster. "If you packed them, they should be there."



"They're gone and shit like this has replaced them." She waved the overalls wildly.



"Really?"



"Where are they? You had to have changed them."



"What are you talking about? All of your clothes were still at home when I left ... oh, except for those you took to donate to charity. I have an idea. Why don't you use the credit cards to buy new ones? Oh. Sorry. I forgot. I cancelled them."



"You are a real bastard you know that?"



I continued like she hadn't said anything. "I have another idea. Why don't you use some of the money you had transferred over here? Then you can buy all new clothes." That really took her aback. I continued. "Oh, shit. I forgot. You can't do that either because it wasn't transferred here; it was all transferred into my account, but I left a letter giving you the house so it's an even trade; but as far as your clothes go, I guess you are just fucked, aren't you?"



I closed the door with her still holding the overalls. I turned to Julie.



"Wanna fuck now?"

