1. stocking malfunction


    Date: 5/14/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: BishBosh03, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I haven’t worn sexy underwear for heaven knows how long, years. I managed to get the stocking on my left leg fine but the bastard right one will just not pull up straight without creasing. I have plenty of time but this is stupid. I want to look my best. I want to feel my best too, and that means sexy underneath my clothes too. But if either of my stockings are creased I will spend the whole evening worried I will be looking like bruised fruit on a supermarket shelf rather than first choice. I blame my ex husband for this, it’s definitely his fault. I wouldn’t need to be going out looking ‘my best’ if it weren’t for him showing up. For years we were married; happily I thought. We were the model couple, him good looking, working everyday and me the stay at home wife, bringing up the k**s free to do charitable works for the less fortunate and also keep the house nice. I was really happy, I didn’t want anything else. For me it was living the dream. And then, out of the blue he destroyed everything. Bastard! One evening after dinner he told me. He had obviously been agitated all day but I knew it was best to wait for him to confide in me when there was something on his mind. He announced he was leaving me, wanted a divorce, was involved with somebody new. Just like that, no preamble, no softening the blow. At first my head went blank, everything was a haze, I was drowning, it was awful. What did he mean, what had I done wrong, who was the other woman? I asked him all that, no ...
    tears, just matter of fact. He tried to be nice. He re-assured me I had done nothing wrong. Phew that was a relief then! {For those of you not blessed with too much grey matter the last comment was supposed to be said in a very sarcastic tone}. I wasn’t at fault.Thank heavens for that as if it mattered now. He told me there was a woman at work, a rather younger woman as it turned out. It always like that isn’t it? Always a younger bit of stuff with time on her hands to do what you couldn’t at the end of the day when everyone was tired and there was cleaning and cooking to be done and school uniform to be got ready. She no doubt had time to get him a drink ready at the end if the day, pleasure him on her knees when he came in and still have time to do her hair and look good before they went out for the evening. Apparently tThey had been away together on a business trip and, wait for the big cliché, ‘one thing led to another’ it wasn’t just physical, they ‘fell in love.’ Love? I dounbt she knew the meaning of the word. Love is cleaning up the sick when your k**s are ill and mopping your husband’s brow when things aren’t going well at work and a thousand and one mundane other things like making sure you don’t run out of ketchup and have the favourite flavour of juice always available when you’d rather be sitting with your feet up watching a soppy drama on afternoon TV doing your nails! That’s love. He was infatuated with her and their relationship had blossomed. He couldn’t ...
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