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Click here"Well, judging by the amount of whispering that's been going on with your sister and my ex, I'm guessing you've been finding out that I am a man of my word when it comes to adhering to my vows," Ford said. "But isn't that getting a little ahead of yourself?"
"Maybe, but it's not every day when you can ask a man's ex-wife flat out about him and get a pretty fair answer. You do realize your ex still has a thing for you, despite being wildly in love with my sister?"
Ford stammered and blushed.
"To be truthful, I still have a thing for her, despite the fact that I can't be married to her. True love doesn't just stop when the judge says 'you're divorced.' I suppose I'll always love her to some extent," Ford said. "But I won't spend the rest of my life wishing for a do-over. I will move forward and hope someday I can find another woman to love and maybe grow old with."
Lyss got off the chair she was sitting on and repositioned herself on Ford's lap. She kissed him softly on the lips.
"You can forget about that growing old shit, buddy. I don't intend to ever grow old. So maybe we can work on staying young forever."
Two months later, Lyss introduced Ford to her son and daughter-in-law.
"Wait a minute. Pomerantz? He's not the ex of Aunt Sarah's Traci, is he?" Lyss' son, Rob practically yelled.
Both Lyss and Ford colored, giving Rob the answer to the question.
"Seriously? Oh shit, Mom. You guys are like the perverted version of the Brady Bunch," he cried.
"I guess we hadn't really looked at it that way, but you're right," Ford said. "Of course, that also means you watch way too much old TV."
Epilogue:
Sarah and Traci married two months before Ford and Lyss. In the ensuing years, Ford and Traci's children had a total of four children, and Lyss's son had three. Ford and Lyss moved into a home large enough to accommodate all three kids and their families at holidays. Traci and Sarah lived about 30 minutes away and were invited, as well.
Rob taught all the grandchildren the theme to "The Brady Bunch." They sang it every time the families were together.
- COMMENTS
Meat curtains are a dead giveaway every time. Put that in your cheaters guidelines, girls.
This story started off well, but went totally off the rails after the Champaign incident. Don’t know why Hooked took it that direction, but Traci’s reaction to being given a flute of Champaign by a dyke was unbelievable - which is hard to do, considering that this story is erotic fantasy. Anyway, the score dropped from five stars ⭐️, to three stars ⭐️ by the end.
BR
While I've some trouble with Traci becoming gay over her spoiled marriage, which's her fault, I did enjoy the well written read. Yeah, Ford's wife screwing the painter several times over the weeks of the painting then thinks that once he found out, she could fuck him into accepting/ forgiving her. It only works out to a certain extent, then stops. Did laugh at the comment of the perverted Brady Bunch! Classic. 4 stars Bob
Never another five for any story that has the mc saying I still love her or drinking x fingers of liquor. I can live with trite plots but those two things are WAY over used.