There we stood now. Our marriage was in ruins. Over the past few years, we had been working straight towards the end - without even realizing it. It's actually a shame, because at the beginning Tom and I were a real dream couple with all the advantages that such a dream relationship should bring with it, if you decide to actually take the "big step" in life.
From a visual point of view, we were still a dream couple today. However, those who knew us better knew that we might one day kill each other if we didn't finally part. But what was left of our relationship was the unmistakable passion, the fire in our eyes when we looked at each other and the addiction to sex.
Since we parted on good terms, the two of us went out to dinner on the day of our divorce. We were celebrating the end of our marriage, so to speak. Why not? After all, you also celebrate the beginning, so why not the end?
Tom looked for a nice little Italian restaurant near the family court and so we found ourselves in this quaint restaurant by candlelight. I had already made myself excited that morning. After all, I wanted to shine on the day of our divorce. He should never forget me, I wanted to take care of that personally.
"Sarah, you know, it's a shame that we didn't make it. You are a really good-hearted person. No matter what ever will be, if you have problems or worries, I'll always be there for you." Tom opened the door to me with a sad expression on his face. "Yes, I know Tom. The same goes for you too. We have spent the last ten years together. And no matter how often we fought, in the end I always knew that when the going got tough, I could always rely on you and you depend on me. A piece of my heart will always be yours. " I gave him back with a smile.
A few glasses of wine later we were smooching in the taxi again. However, this situation was not thoughtless on my part, because the sex with Tom was the best I ever had and possibly would have, so I had to take this last opportunity again before I started my new single life.
The door to the apartment not yet fully unlocked, he already tore my blouse open, lifted me up with his strong arms and stormed the apartment towards the couch. There he tenderly laid me down and stripped me of my clothes. I was only allowed to keep my panties on.
My right hand reached into his jeans and the button placket opened by itself. We kissed passionately and the game of love became more and more passionate and intense by the minute. Tom lay down next to me and massaged my breasts while he massaged my clitoris with the other hand. After all these years, like me, he knew how the game worked. We just knew each other perfectly.
I turned around and began to take his now very hard penis into my mouth and suck it with relish. His head was now between my legs and he spoiled me with his tongue. I felt his hands all over at the same time. Like a tornado of emotions, we lived through this goodbye to love.
The next morning I woke up alone in the large double bed. Only the smell reminded me of my old life, of past love.
From a visual point of view, we were still a dream couple today. However, those who knew us better knew that we might one day kill each other if we didn't finally part. But what was left of our relationship was the unmistakable passion, the fire in our eyes when we looked at each other and the addiction to sex.
Since we parted on good terms, the two of us went out to dinner on the day of our divorce. We were celebrating the end of our marriage, so to speak. Why not? After all, you also celebrate the beginning, so why not the end?
Tom looked for a nice little Italian restaurant near the family court and so we found ourselves in this quaint restaurant by candlelight. I had already made myself excited that morning. After all, I wanted to shine on the day of our divorce. He should never forget me, I wanted to take care of that personally.
"Sarah, you know, it's a shame that we didn't make it. You are a really good-hearted person. No matter what ever will be, if you have problems or worries, I'll always be there for you." Tom opened the door to me with a sad expression on his face. "Yes, I know Tom. The same goes for you too. We have spent the last ten years together. And no matter how often we fought, in the end I always knew that when the going got tough, I could always rely on you and you depend on me. A piece of my heart will always be yours. " I gave him back with a smile.
A few glasses of wine later we were smooching in the taxi again. However, this situation was not thoughtless on my part, because the sex with Tom was the best I ever had and possibly would have, so I had to take this last opportunity again before I started my new single life.
The door to the apartment not yet fully unlocked, he already tore my blouse open, lifted me up with his strong arms and stormed the apartment towards the couch. There he tenderly laid me down and stripped me of my clothes. I was only allowed to keep my panties on.
My right hand reached into his jeans and the button placket opened by itself. We kissed passionately and the game of love became more and more passionate and intense by the minute. Tom lay down next to me and massaged my breasts while he massaged my clitoris with the other hand. After all these years, like me, he knew how the game worked. We just knew each other perfectly.
I turned around and began to take his now very hard penis into my mouth and suck it with relish. His head was now between my legs and he spoiled me with his tongue. I felt his hands all over at the same time. Like a tornado of emotions, we lived through this goodbye to love.
The next morning I woke up alone in the large double bed. Only the smell reminded me of my old life, of past love.
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