On Sunday evening, my wife phoned to demand that we change our separation agreement so that she would receive the full alimony payment even if I suffered a reduction in income for health reasons, such as cancer or my spinal problem.
As it was, the agreement allowed for a percentage reduction in alimony payments should my income be reduced due to illness. I snarled at her, pointing out that spousal support was designed to equalize our incomes and not to provide a bottomless slush fund for her .... so she backed down yet again. I was pretty digusted with her at that moment, but it was just her anxiety talking.... I'll get over it.
On Monday, my lawyer and I signed numerous copies of our Separation Agreement dozens of times. Legally separated, at last!!! With the assistance of our lawyer-mediator at a different firm, we will file for a joint, uncontested divorce in a week or two.
After the signing, I literally raced out the door. A 23 year old, sexually-inexperienced college dude was due at my house in thirty minutes, eager for some sexytime.
Whimpering Hottie, as I will call him, showed up early, handsome and slightly on the chunky side, but I forgive that on a young man. He was of Swedish descent; bright red hair, fair skinned and very blue of eye. He had the most beautiful fat cut cock, decent length and a big pair of low-hangers, my favourite! Whimpering Hottie was the most amazing kisser.... big, pouty, muscular lips the best tongue action I've ever experienced.
What I liked most was his responsiveness; as I worked my magic on his cock, balls and asshole, he gasped, moaned and caught his breath. When I gave him a prostate massage and a well-lubed and aggressive ass-crack massage, he whimpered audibly .... something I've never heard a man do!! It gave me so much pleasure to give him that much pleasure.
Gosh it was fun! Bringing him to the edge and making him whimper and then backing off for a while and then bringing him to a whimper again. I felt like a virtuosos playing a violin.
Afterwards, Whimpering Hottie and I lay in bed for over two hours, limbs entwined, kissing sweetly and talked and talked and talked. We talked about families, coming out... or not coming out, our sexual experiences and our jobs. He was a part-time student and worked full-time in the admissions department at our local college so we had much in to talk about; education and student success. If he was 20 years older... even 15 years... I'd never have let him go!
Finally, he tore himself away and drove off into the cold, darkness but forgot his expensive watch on my bedside table. I texted him later, promising to deliver it to him the next day. He said, "Don't worry about it; I'll get it the next time we're together!" Sweet!!