Quote Originally Posted by daddiebear50
Thank you all for the great shorts. You are all such terrible teases and I think you are enjoying keeping us on edge waiting for the next one or parts. I know I am enjoying it.

But the King tease award has to go to Mad for starting this thread to start with. A rap on the knuckles for punishment, and a tall one for reward. Blonde 5' 9 1/2". And she'll bring you a beer too.
Thanks I think.

Let's all wave goodbye to the lady in blue because.... well some people say Im a little sadistic, even to my readers. ( but I would never tease you, honest. ) A quick twist and turn and then maybe we can get back to getting down and dirty. :Tasty:
Mad

How I met my ex-wife

That hot little lady was looking at me a little concerned now. I guess my face can get a little scary when I'm working through confusion. Like most guys once I get stiff and hard few things can throw me off my game plan. An ice cold shower might do it, or a reasonable fear of imminent death, or maybe when someone is deliberately fucking with my mind. I looked over at my cute little friend, she was looking confused and maybe a touch nervous. I wasn't acting the way she expected. Obviously she wasn't the one messing with my mind. It had to be someone else. Someone named Robin.

I took a gulp of the old Jacky D and put my best game face on.

" So how long have you known Robin? I don't remember her mentioning you."

Trish relaxed her face lit back up and her smile returned. I was back on track, saying things that she might have expected.

" I just met her, she saw me looking at you and kinda just introduced herself. She seemed real nice. I mean it's none of my business but I don't see why the two of you ever broke up. "

"We had communication issues." I said giving her a glowing Oprah moment to mull over.

Now the way I figured it one of two things was going on here. Either someone named Robin had an ex she was still feeling warm and fuzzy about. Rather than going over and giving it her best shot she decided to launch little Ms. hot slut here at the poor fella but her sex bomb went off course and wound up splattering up against me. It was kind of strange that she'd have sent her new friend off to play with her loving ex without even mentioning his name to her, but that's just me, who knows how women work these things out. The other possibility was someone named Robin was just jerking my chain for no particular reason that I could discern, but it might behoove me to find out why.

Option two was the worse case scenario and therefore it was much more likely.

I cursed under my breath; dreams of playing dentist with a kneeling Trish were evaporating with my growing anger. I was about to have words with someone named Robin, my brand new ex-wife, but first I needed to find out who the fuck she was. For that I needed to remain calm and hold a conversation with this fine young lady dressed up in blue.

You may have noticed sociable small talk isn't my forte.

"I didn't even realize Robin was here." I said looking back toward the tables where most of the guests were gathered. " I'd love to say hi, it's been such a long time".

Trish was eager to be helpful, scanning the crowd for my ex, which was good because I'd never met the woman and would have had a hard time recognizing her. After a few moments Trish was bouncing up pointing excitedly at three women who were engaged in an animated conversation at one of the tables set off to the left side of the room. I grabbed Trish before she could call out, gave her a lingering kiss and set her back down on the ledge.

It was a bittersweet moment, I was about to leave a sure thing just to calm my anger and satisfy my curiosity. I felt kind of sorry for Trish. It wasn't her fault that she'd been used to jerk me around. I really had wanted to play with her, she was cute and seemed like a fun person. I wish I'd had a chance to poke around and get to know her better. Now her only impression of me would be the fucking jerk that split on her. I bet that didn't happen to her very often. Karma can be so unfair. Call me a fool but if she had run her tongue across her parted lips just then I might have been persuaded to postpone my meeting with an ex named Robin.

Well it all added up to one more black mark against my newly discovered ex wife. She was going to have a lot of explaining to do when I caught up with her. I circled around the room placing myself between the threesome and their nearest exit. I was wondering which of them it was. They all seemed to be in their mid thirties, The redhead was short and a little on the plump side, but the two brunettes were real lookers. The three of them were supping on cake and champagne and giggling like schoolgirls. The Brunette in the middle looked up saw me coming toward them and her eyes seemed to grow wider.

I was closing in on them and I cheerfully called out. " Hi Robin, fancy meeting you here."
All three of them turned looked up at me, then the two on the outside looked toward the one in the center. My alleged ex wife gave a startled yelp. Bingo! I'd found the perpetrator. She was gulping, eyes wide and no doubt trying to come up with a graceful excuse for running far and fast.

I circled behind her gripped her by the upper arm smiling all the while for the benefit of her companions.

"Ladies," I purred to her companions, " I hope you don't mind but we've got a lot of catching up to do." I pulled the champagne flute from her slack fingers and set it back on the table. Like a gentleman I slide her chair back and she rose to stand docilely beside me. Then still gripping her arm, I turned and we marched out of the hall.

She was silent, eyes down, until we were out in the parking lot; Then she started to struggle a bit trying to shake free of my grip.

" What the hell do you think you're doing? Where are you taking me? Let go of me."

She was just starting to get scared, a hint of hysteria in her words. Actually her questions where pretty good. I'd let my anger carry me along this far and I really didn't have a proper plan here. I was winging it, but I didn't need to let her know that. We'd made it to my car I opened the passenger's door and let go of her arm.

" Get in." I said.

I turned and headed over to the driver's side. I carefully kept my eyes off her. If she were smart she'd turn and run back into the reception hall. I sat down behind the wheel, slammed the car door closed, and put the key in the ignition. A second later the passenger door closed and she settled into the seat next to me. I looked over. She was staring down at her hands folded in her lap.

She was actually kind of cute, all dressed up for the wedding. She might not have been a young minx like Trish, but she had a pleasant face, good figure, nice rack, and she was all tricked out in her party dress. Damn! Now I was getting distracted again.

As we pulled out of the parking lot she came to life.

" What are you… What do you think you're doing? You can't do this. Who do you think you are? I'm not going anywhere with you. What's going on? What are you going to do?"

I waited for her to run out of questions. I thought about giving her my name. I had her at a disadvantage there. I knew she was called Robin but she had no idea what her self-proclaimed ex's husband's name was. It hardly seemed fair, but then again I'm rarely accused of being fair.

© Mad Lews