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A Christmas Eve Tradition
Sex With My Ex-Wife
My ex-wife and I had been officially divorced for two years and we agreed to flip-flop locations on alternating Christmas Eve for our two young sons. This year the festivities are at my ex’s.
We went from a country club mansion to competing townhouses. On the bright side, we live within walking distance.
Dinner is complete, presents have been opened, and the boys are asleep waiting for Santa. Crystal and I put out all the remaining gifts from Santa.
I overhear my ex-wife speaking to her fiancee. I deduce from Crystal’s responses that I’m the center of their conversation. However, I ignore them and pour two more glasses of Korbel.
She enters the kitchen looking like a stone-cold fox. Those emerald green eyes that mesmerize and bronze thick thighs that from day one make Mr. Johnson rise on all occasions.
I’ve known my wife for over twenty years, she’s a natural flirt and maneater extraordinaire. My high school sweetheart is especially frisky tonight.
“Trouble in paradise?” I ask while handing off her glass of bubbly.
“Greg is making sure your black ass is leaving as soon as the boys are asleep. He is the jealous type.”
