What A Deal - S01 E01

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What A Deal - S01 E01

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This started about two months ago.

I came home from work on a Tuesday to find my wife, Cindy, and her friend, Diane, sitting on the couch. Diane was in tears, sobbing almost uncontrollably on my wife's shoulder. My wife could see me and just waved me off. I knew what she meant and since it was not a pretty sight, just went upstairs to change clothes and watch TV. After about an hour, I heard the front door close and my wife came upstairs.

I looked at her. "What was that all about?"

She sat down on the bed next to me. "Diane tells me that she and John are getting a divorce. Apparently, he has been having one night stands while on the road. He just goes out and either picks up someone or, in some cases, orders a call girl for one night. One of the young ladies he picked up didn't like the way he left and had his cell phone number. She called it, tracked him down by name and called Diane. He didn't deny it. She told me she was afraid of something like this because they've completely grown apart, don't talk much, and they haven't had sex for about 6 months."

I stared. "Six months? Whoa! That's like forever in our book. We can barely make it thru a week without sex."

"Yeah, evidently that's how Diane feels, so she's been after him about it, but he just kept pushing her away. Now he says he likes his new lifestyle of going out and fucking around and isn't going to stop. She told him to get out and he just smiled and left. He sent someone over to pick up some clothes, Diane thinks it was one of his golf buddies, and his lawyer called to say he was filing for divorce."

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Well, the lawyer said that he didn't care about what he had to give away, so she can keep the house, some alimony since he makes so much more than her, and all her possessions. I don't know how the kids are going to handle it, though. She hasn't told them yet. They are now... let's see.. I think Janie is 20 and Matt is 23."

"They're that old? I forgot how long they had been out of the house. How old is Diane?"

"She's only just now 41. She had Matt at 18. John was 22 and had already graduated from college when she met him while working at that restaurant in town. She had just graduated from high school. She fessed up just now that she was three months pregnant when they got married."

"I hope she can get over this. She still looks very good and keeps herself in shape. She should be able to get on with her life."

My wife stared at me. "I think it's going to be harder than you think. I've invited her over here next Tuesday for dinner to get her to talk some more. We haven't been that close lately and I want to help her."

"No problem. Whatever you think is best."

The next Tuesday, I carne home to the wonderful smell of burning meat. My wife had just put some steaks in the oven on broil. I quickly changed and helped finish the cooking. We were just finishing when the doorbell rang. I answered it and let Diane in. She seemed to be in much better spirits and we exchanged a cheek kiss. She looked much better, too. Her auburn hair, which reached to her shoulders, was pulled back a little by some shell clips. Her face looked great, none of the puffiness around the eyes to show that she had been crying recently. In fact, she looked ravishing. She had put on a light layer of makeup, just enough to highlight her green eyes and nice cheekbones. She had a nice tight pair of jeans, one that accentuated that she still had a firm ass with very little spreading from two kids and age. She had on a wrap-around blouse that showed very little cleavage, but was tight enough to show that she had nice C-cup tits and a slender waist. All in all she was a very sexy woman.

I led her into the dining room where Cindy was finishing putting

things on the table. We sat down and had a wonderful dinner,

discussing things other than her husband and what had happened.

We also had some wine and were all feeling nice and warm. My wife finally suggested that we move into the den where we could talk some more or watch TV if we wanted. While the women moved into the den I got more drinks. The women had decided to help me drain my latest bottle of scotch. They both loved it, which was surprising to me since I had not known many women who liked scotch whiskey. I brought out my latest bottle of Macallan's and we sat and talked and laughed and drank. It finally started to get near 11pm and we all had to work the next day so we decided to call it a night.