This is my first submission and I opted to relate a story of Karma. A tale of how things have a way of balancing themselves out over time.
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My ex-wife, Dana, has made it a point to cause havoc in my post-divorce life. She sought to punish me for 1)Finally calling her bluff as far as her repeated threats of divorce and 2) To go so far as to actually go out and build another, better, life without her.
I should take a moment at this point to give a brief description of Dana. She is a slightly heavy, not necessarily fat, but plump woman of 42 years. She has auburn hair, a medium complexion, and brown eyes. Her most attractive feature has to be a set of 36D tits with half-dollar sized areola, capped by large, thumb-size, brownish nipples. These nipples will stand out an inch when she is aroused and I absolutely loved to pull and tug on (which she hated, but tolerated) when we (occasionally) had sex. Dana had a beautiful pussy which she always trimmed short and occasionally shaved for me.
Recent events have brought the war between Dana and me to a crisis point. I have recently retired from the Navy and have sought to take custody of our two sons from her. This is based upon me being able to provide a better quality of life for them. I could never pursue this before due to my desire for them to have a steady home life, which I could not provide due to my military duties. My sons, 14 and 16, had recently asked if they could move in with me following a fight with Dana and her new boyfriend.
Dana immediately started to increase her attacks on my life, and sought to tarnish my military record and future employment by seeking a fraudulent restraining order on me. This action cost her nothing, at first, and cost me numerous legal headaches. We ultimately ended up in court over the restraining order and I easily prevailed. Now I seek to recoup the money that this cost me, and punish Dana. This leads to my story.
Dana was now in jeopardy of losing her house due to being required to pay me back several thousand dollars. Her finances had always been on the ragged edge due to her spending and had recently caused her to go into bankruptcy. She could simply not afford any more financial problems and now, with the court order to pay me, she was frantic.
Dana left a voice mail for me late one night requesting a chance to negotiate the payment terms. I initially ignored her plea, figuring that she was getting precisely what she deserved, Karma right? Several days later I began to think about those juicy tits and wondered if there was a way to perhaps get my hands on them again. Maybe to screw with Dana as she had been screwing with me. Maybe get some of the sex that she had denied me throughout our 16 year marriage.
I called Dana's cell phone from a payphone a few days later (not wanting to leave a formal record leading to me as she often tried to set up little legal traps for me...). I told her that I was prepared to discreetly meet to discuss an alternative. I told her that we could meet in the parking lot of a local restaurant on Saturday morning. She readily agreed.
Saturday morning, I arrived at the restaurant early and parked across the street. Dana arrived late, as usual. I let her sit for fifteen minutes to see if someone was with her. She sat in her car quietly. I called her (again from a pay phone) and told her to move to a nearby parking lot of a local mall. I then followed her over. When she parked, I pulled up behind her and told her to leave her cell in her car and join me in mine. She looked confused, but complied. When she got out of her car she was wearing a fashionable sweat suit.
When she got in my car, I retreated to a remote corner of the lot and parked. I told Dana that I was prepared to offer an alternative to the financial schedule. She quickly requested the details and I responded by flatly proposed that she could trade sex for the first two months of what she was to pay me. She looked shocked and started to stammer. I spoke over her and continued "There are, however, some rules. 1) No negotiation. What I said was the law. 2) She was to comply immediately without any comment. 3) No more legal games. If these rules are ever in question, if there was ever a delay, if... anything; I would, of course, press on with my legal campaign, deny this meeting ever occurred and even seek further damages." I asked if she understood. She started to stammer, but I shut her up and reiterated that this was a yes or no question and a one-time offer. If her answer was "no", she could get out of the car and start packing her house. Dana's eyes were a combination of fear and anger. I could also see the gears turning trying to find a way to turn the situation. She finally nodded "yes".
I waited for a moment and then told her it was time for a test. I ordered her to pull her sweatshirt up and show me her tits. She was shocked and started to stammer again. I said "show me the tits or get out". She slowly pulled the shirt up to reveal a sports bar that was ready to burst, large nipples plainly visible. I told her to pull the bra up. She complied and released her large tits. They were even larger than I remembered and the nipples were jutting out to the sides with combination of the cold and excitement. I reached over with both hands and grasped the nipples and began to lift the breasts. Dana made a muted whimper, but that was the limit of her protest. I steadily increased pressure, crushing both nipples, her eyes closed and she bit her lip. Finally I released her tits and retrieved a green laundry bag from the back floorboard. I told her to place this over her head and lay the seat back. When she did this, I took several pictures with my digital camera of her laying back, tits jutting and nipples hard. I started the car and drove several laps around the parking lot and we departed for the next chapter of my plan.