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Greedy Cheating Ex Wife Gets Frozen Out Part 2If you haven’t seen part 1, you can see it here: https://xhamster.com/stories/greedy-cheating-wife-gets-frozen-out-part-one-9677329. This part deals with the events following the court appearance. Now that the initial decree nisi was granted, it would be final in 31 days. That would make it mid August.  Again, there isn’t a great deal of hard core sex, but if you have a little patience, we’ll get to it.On my out to the street, it occurred to me that I may have won the battle, but the war may not be over. My soon to be ex had started out wanting half the value of my condo – to which she had not contributed a dime. It wasn’t in a fancy high rise. The building had only five stories but was 90% owner occupied. It was in a nice middle class neighbourhood and the building and grounds were well maintained. Over a couple of years after I purchased it, I made some cosmetic improvements. I replaced the worn carpeting with strip hardwood, I put ceramic tile in the kitchen, entrance way and the one and a half bathrooms. It was completely repainted and one wall in the living room was done to look just like marble. I converted the ensuite storage room into a combined laundry room and pantry. All in all, it was a really smart looking apartment. By the time the decree nisi was granted, it was worth double what I paid for it. No wonder she wanted half.I wandered across the street to a restaurant for a bit of lunch. Shortly after I got my order, the place started filling up. It seems that the courts had recessed for lunch. I was almost finished and lingering over a second coffee when I saw my lawyer and her lawyer come in at the same time. They were looking for a table and I waved them over to mine. They both looked a little relieved. This is where the action restarted. Her lawyer’s opening shot came out almost right away. Of course my soon to be ex wanted the original videos from which the compilation disc was made. I knew she would. My lawyer suggested that maybe we could work out an arrangement whereby the originals could be made available when the decree absolute was granted. I was certainly agreeable to that but her lawyer wanted assurances that they wouldn’t be aired before that, or after either. I told them both that there was only one set of originals and they were present when I handed over the only compilation video. However, I wanted assurances that I wouldn’t be contacted for any further demands of any kind. I also agreed to place the originals in my lawyer’s custody that afternoon. She agreed to hold them securely until the specified date in return for a written agreement for no further contact.  At that point, both their phones rang to summon them back to court.I made a quick call to my spy guy, Phil and told him what was agreed to and that I would be at his office in about 20 minutes. Once there, our “council of war” got under way. I told him I wanted full copies of both the two older guys (fuck buddies A and B) and three compilation videos of about 30 – 45 minutes each. Two of the compilation videos would feature all three fuck buddies and one would concentrate on the younger guy (fuck buddy C). These were to be clearly labelled with their first names. He said he’d get right on it. He had some new toys and told me it would take about two hours altogether. Sure enough, two hours later he called me and the discs were ready. I took the originals to Helen’s office and handed them over. She sealed them in a big envelope and locked them in a filing cabinet. I held onto the other discs “just in case”.There was a long weekend coming up and together with some friends we planned a 3 day fishing trip. As it turned out, we didn’t catch a lot of fish, but we went through a lot of beer and told a lot of fish stories where the one that got away gradually grew to challenge Moby Dick in size. I was a great weekend, but there was one small cloud on he horizon. When I got back to work, things got very busy. I didn’t have much time for anything else. There were negotiations to be completed, contract details to be finalized and existing clients to be coddled. The final divorce decree was issued and that should be that. But it wasn’t. Two days after, I got a call from my lawyer with some not so good news. She had just been advised that my now ex was claiming to be pregnant and would be suing me for c***d support. I had to laugh. Our last sex session was probably 6 months, maybe more, ago. She asked me how I wanted to handle the response. My first impulse was to tell her to shred it but instead I told her to let me think it over and I’d get back to her. I knew that if indeed she was pregnant, the father had to be one of fuck buddy A, B, or C. I called Helen back and told her that if and when she gave birth, I wanted a DNA sample taken from the k** before he/she left the delivery room. I would supply a sample that same day and together, the samples would be sent for comparison. I was dead certain the comparison would show that somebody else was the father. Helen was laughing when we ended the call.The pace at work continued pretty much the same until early October (that’s when we Canucks have Thanksgiving. If we waited until the last Thursday in November, many parts of the country would be snowed in.) Things slowed down dramatically. Rumors started circulating. Mid month, my boss called me in to his office along with the other middle managers. He wanted to clear the air and dispel any rumors. There had been a tentative offer to buy out the company but so far, there was no substantial discussion underway. It might very well not happen. If we heard anyone speculating about it we were to tell them firmly not to listen to such gossip. Meanwhile, back at the front, I have to backtrack a bit. Following my ex’s revelation of pending motherhood, I set the “war plan” into action. I sent the wives of A and B each a copy of the full set of videos. I sent C’s fiancée the copy of his compilation video, and a full compilation video to my ex’s boss. The other copy of the full compilation was for my ex’s parents. I knew she never told them about the divorce. I included a note telling them about it and the video would explain the reason. The fertilizer hit the ventilation system big time.Wife A and wife B each filed for divorce claiming substantial property demands as well as huge spousal and c***d support. They also kicked both A nd B out of their respective houses. Fiancee C, however was a slightly different matter. Her parents were also members of that same country club. At the party for the formal announcement of the engagement, she very publicly dumped C with a resounding thud. The club had been booked for the wedding reception and needless to say, the management was not too pleased to lose that and the deposit. The fiancée’s parents had considerable influence with tuzla escort the board and as a result, A and B had their memberships revoked. Since my ex was at the center of this little whirlwind, she was promptly fired for cause and was therefore unable to file for unemployment insurance. Her parents disowned her and she was totally on her own.Along about the second week of November, the rumors at work turned out to be true. There was an offer to buy out the company and serious negotiations were underway. We drifted into December. The company Christmas party was rather subdued. We were all waiting for the other shoe to fall. After the buffet and “Secret Santa” gifts were handed out (I got a gift pack of lottery tickets) The board chairman got up to make an announcement. Simply, it was this: the sale had gone through and the new owners would be taking over the first week of January. It wasn’t a very cheery Christmas for a lot of employees. A lot of resumes got updated, mine included. There was a meeting of all employees right after the holidays when the new owners told us all that there would be a reorganization but they would try to retain as many people as they could. Not good news. As it turned out, slightly better than half the employees kept their jobs but at a slightly lower salary. Most middle managers were let go, me too. I took stock. My retirement contributions weren’t locked in so they were refunded in full. I could then transfer them into my RRSP (Canada’s version of an IRA). I had savings that would last me awhile since my expenses were pretty basic. I started networking and had a few feelers out. When I cleared out my desk, I found the lottery tickets I got at the Christmas party. When I got home, I tackled the scratch tickets and won nothing. The others had to be verified at a lottery vendor. I had to go shopping for groceries and decided to check them at the supermarket customer service desk. The first one was a bust. The second one won $2.00 and a free ticket. There were no job – or interview offers over the next few weeks, but 3 weeks in a row I won a free ticket. This was getting monotonous. When I went to claim the last “freebie”, I decided to add a “quick pick”. The following week (it was now February) I took my tickets in for verification. The first one didn’t even win a free ticket. The spell was broken. The second one set off bells and whistles. I figured maybe a few hundred or even a thousand. When the clerk handed me the verification slip, her mouth was hanging open. I had hit the jackpot. I had to look twice at the display. There it was in bright letters. Thirty-five million dollars. All mine! (here in Canada, lottery winnings are not taxable. Investments from those winnings, however, are). I took the ticket and the slip out to my car and just sat in it for about 10 minutes. My first coherent thought was to put the ticket and the slip in a safe place. Where? A safety deposit box. So I did. Next, I called the guy who looked after my RRSP. I told him about it and he said to sit tight and meet with him before I did anything. So I did. We met around 10:00 the next morning. Him all spiffy and professional, me all bleary eyed from not sleeping the night before. He asked where was the ticket. I told him. He approved. I had a year from the date of the draw to claim the prize. He told me to take a few days to get my head around the win and in the meantime he’d sketch out a plan for investing the money. He’d give me a call when he was was ready to show me what he had in mind and I was in fit shape to listen. I went home. I switched off my phone. I had a long, hot shower. I collapsed into bed. When I woke up, the sun was just clearing the horizon. I was feeling pretty good. I wasn’t ready to make any financial decisions, so I made pot of coffee and a substantial breakfast instead. I relaxed, got caught up on the news. Somewhere near the end, there was an item that the winning lottery ticket had been sold locally but the winner had not yet claimed it. I smiled, put my feet up and decided to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. I started thinking about the money. The first thing I would do was go on a real vacation. The closest I’d had in over a year was a week in the Caribbean. Solo. My ex was “too busy with functions at the club and her bingo nights” to go anywhere. So I went on my own. I really enjoyed it. I chose Barbados. I booked a week at a small hotel on the south coast. It wasn’t a fancy resort. It was right on the beach, there was a pool, the atmosphere was relaxed and the staff were quite friendly and good at their jobs. They looked after the guests. A met a group of fellow travellers and we hung out a lot. On my first day, I ordered a rum & Coke at the bar. One of the locals advised against the Coke. “Gives you a hangover,” he said. I asked what he suggested. “Rum, tonic & lime” was the reply. I tried it. I liked it. I drank a lot of it. I came home with a tan and A gift pack of 3 different rums. I turned my phone back on and there were no messages. I didn’t expect any . . . yet.Two days later my money guy, Richard, called. He was ready to show me some figures. I was beginning to get my head around the win, so I was more or less ready to listen. Richard new I wasn’t a risk taker. Gambling didn’t interest me so he first asked me how much I wanted to have as my “walking around money”. I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t used to seeing that many zeros. He said “look, we hold out however much you want on hand and spread the rest over a portfolio. Once we know how much, we simply plug the remaining numbers into the various slots and we have a package that will give you a solid, dependable income that won’t cost you too much in taxes.” That part appealed. I thought about it and finally decided I wanted to keep out 5 million. Richard thought that was a bit too much, but it was my money so he went along with it. Then I went to claim my prize.I claimed my prize and got interviewed. That was a condition of winning. The lottery corporation had to promote the winners to generate more sales. The girl asked my what was my reaction to winning so much (standard question) Then came the one I was waiting for: “What do you plan to do with the money?” I looked her in the eye and with a totally straight face I said: “I’m going to spend a lot of it on fancy liquor, slow horses and fast women and probably waste the rest.” Then I walked away with the cheque in my pocket. I met up with Richard and we cashed the cheque, put the 5 mil in a special account and got the rest settled away. When I got home, I turned off my phone again. I stayed holed up for 2 days. I didn’t talk to or see anyone. I turned on my phone. I spent the next half hour deleting messages – most just congratulations – some from “investment councillors” those, I deleted and blocked. I then tackled the escort tuzla voice mails. Again most congrats, some nuisances that were deleted and blocked. One of the voice mails sounded kind of serious. It was from Helen, my lawyer. I called her back. She’d heard from my ex’s lawyer. She wanted half my winnings. I made an appointment to see her the next morning. When I arrived, I got a pleasant surprise. My former colleague, Arlene, was there. She’d been let go too and so went into partnership with Helen. With the two of them on my side, my troubles were over. My ex claimed she was entitled to half of my winnings. As Helen and Arlene explained it to me, she was shit out of luck because 1) The divorce was final in August and this was February. 2) The winning ticket was purchased roughly 6 months after the divorce was final. She had no valid claim. I asked about the potential paternity suit and they told me she had “lost the baby” in September. I said “ladies, lunch is on me, where do you want to eat?” They chose a really posh, expensive place and ordered accordingly. I paid gladly.Now, I could relax. I was a carefree, rich bachelor. I figured I was due another vacation. Where to go? Anywhere I wanted. I thought about it and looked through about a dozen travel brochures. I don’t have a lavish lifestyle – I might develop one as I go along, but for now, no. I don’t golf. I might be persuaded to try parasailing. But what with all the excitement of the past few weeks, I just wanted to get away and relax. I decided on Barbados. Again. I could stay as long as I wanted at any resort on the island. I could have a suite at one of the five star resorts on the platinum coast. I finally picked the same place I stayed at the year before. It had everything I wanted. I knew the area. I booked 2 weeks and off I went. On arrival, I was greeted at the desk by the same girl as the last year. She remembered me. I had a nice ground floor room overlooking the water and the bar. After unpacking, I sauntered over to the bar and the bartender set up a rum, tonic & lime before I sat down. He was beaming at me, stuck out his hand and said “Welcome back!” There were a few people sitting at nearby tables and you could see by the look on their faces they were wondering “Who’s this guy?”A few minutes later, two cute, petite Asian girls drifted my way. Turns out they were originally from Thailand and were working as nurses in New York. We chatted and their story was not unusual. They were being hit on by the local beach boys and didn’t appreciate the attention. I explained as delicately as I could that a lot of the single female tourists were quite willing to take on the “BBC experience” and that was what was happening to them. They were a little shocked by this and I sensed a bit of racism at play here. They asked if it was alright for them to say they were with me to avoid any more awkward situations. I reluctantly agreed and so we became a very platonic threesome. Everywhere I went, they came with. So it went for the first few days. I rented a mini moke and we drove around the island as we pleased. A word of explanation here . . . a mini moke is a vehicle. It has no doors, no sides, maybe a soft top, right hand drive (you drive on the left) and a manual transmission. It does have a windshield and it seats 4 people.The 4 cylinder motor is mounted sideways so it isn’t very big. Picture a WWII jeep. It’s easy to park. If it doesn’t quite fit, you can pick up the back end and shift it.I guess it was the fourth day that SHE arrived. She was from Finland. her name was Helmi. She was a Nordic goddess. Fair skin, very light blonde hair, light blue eyes and she spoke very good English. She was not petite. She was in no way fat. I think the best word to describe her would be Junoesque. She had curves everywhere. I wouldn’t even guess at her measurements. Her breasts were probably a D cup. Her ass was round and full. She stood about 5′ 9″. All this I discovered later that day when she put on her bikini and came down to the beach. Best of all, she was on her own. We all warned her that because of her fair skin, she should stay out of the sun between the hours of 11:00 and 3:00. We all went for a swim in the sea and the waves were shifting her back and forth as if she weighed nothing. She made her way over to me since I had my feet firmly planted in the sandy bottom and glued herself to my side like a barnacle on a ship’s hull. A luscious barnacle. After our swim, we all showered off the salt water and headed off to change for an early dinner. We piled into the moke and headed to a sea food restaurant just down the road. It was one of the more expensive places in the area, but the food and atmosphere was worth it. It was on the water, the tables were built around tree trunks and so dark the waiters all carried flashlights so diners could read the menus. I have to digress a bit here to set up something that happened a bit later in the week. The day before, I got away long enough to enjoy a quiet solo lunch at a restaurant across the street from where we were that night. It was called The Witch Doctor and it had a huge, black iron pot out on the parking lot. It was the kind you’d see in the old cartoons where they boiled the missionaries in one. It was quite nice inside and since it was close to the end of tourist season, not too busy. The girl at the desk was quite friendly and while I was waiting, I finished reading a copy of James Clavell’s Shogun. When she called me for my table, I set the book down on her desk and her eyes opened wide. She’d been looking for it everywhere without any luck. I told her that since I had finished reading it, she could have it. She protested that she couldn’t possibly finish it (some 1200 pages) before I left. I told her she could keep it. I’d already read it and I didn’t want to take it back home. She acted like I’d given her the crown jewels. Okay, back to the action. When we got back to the hotel, we’d have a few drinks and sat around by the beach just gabbing. Eventually, everyone else drifted off to their rooms am that left Helmi and I alone. I walked her back to her room and we sat on the balcony and lit the candle on the small table. When it started to blow out we both reached for it and our fingers touched. It was a scene right out of a romance novel. She came over to sit on my lap and we kissed. She wasn’t a tongue wrestler which was fine by me. The kisses that followed were delightful. We ended up on one of the twin beds in her room. I had just removed her bra and moved in for another kiss when she keeled over. The jet lag from Helsinki to London to Barbados had caught up with her. She was out cold. I finished undressing her, got undressed myself and laid down beside her. I was asleep in minutes. The following morning I woke up first. I reached over and put my hand on her tuzla escort bayan ass. She stirred and rolled over a bit. I moved down and got a real close look at her pussy. The downy hair exactly matched that on her head. I kissed it, licked it nibbled a bit and she sighed “what a lovely way to wake up in the morning.” It was nearly noon. I do like morning sex, but given the time, we got up, had a shower together and I wet to my room to get dressed. Given the hour, we were lucky to get some breakfast (it’s amazing what a little flattery for the cook can get you). After that, the Thai girls showed up and the four of us did some of the touristy things. For dinner that night, I took Helmi to The Witch Doctor. It was busy and there was a lineup for a table. I hadn’t made a reservation and the girl from the other day wasn’t on the desk. The young fellow who was offered us a seat in the waiting area and suggested we might want to order a drink from the bar while we waited. As it turned out the girl from the other day came out from the general direction of the kitchen and spotted me right away. She had a smile a mile wide and asked me if we were waiting for a table. I said we were and she said “Come with me.” She took us past the line. A table was being cleared and we were taken to it. All the people in the line were now wondering just who the hell was this guy. We’re standing here waiting and he goes right past all of us? Our waiter came over and looked at me and said “You’ve been here before.” We each ordered a cocktail and it was delivered in minutes. We were indeed getting the royal treatment and loving every minute of it. Back at the hotel later, Helmi came to my room where I had a double bed and we got down to it. She got quite wet but it was still slow and easy until I bottomed out against her cervix. Then it got serious. She was very enthusiastic. I was very appreciative. She came, I came and then we both passed out. That was the first time we had sex. After that, I found out that the small of her back was her most sensitive erogenous spot. We fucked in the afternoon, we fucked at night. She spent all night every night in my room. Finally it was her last night. The next afternoon she was flying to Peru or Chile to a posting in the Finnish embassy or consulate in the accounting office. Or something. I decided to make her last night a memorable one.We ate at the hotel for a change and sat out by the beach with a glass of wine. Far out at sea there was a storm. We could see the lightning flashes but it was too far out to hear any thunder. It was a silent light show. When we’d finished the wine we went top my room. Without my saying a word, she undressed both of us and stretched out across the bed. I told her to roll over on her stomach and got out a small bottle of scented oil I bought that afternoon. I poured some onto her back and spread it over her shoulders and back down to her shoulder blades. I worked her shoulders and neck until she was purring like a kitten. I added some more oil and worked it over her calves and thighs. She spread her legs and I massaged it into her ass cheeks. Then I worked up onto the small of her back. She started squirming and little sounds came out of her throat. I rolled her over and started at her feet and up first the left leg and then the right all the way to the top of her thighs. I went past her pussy to her stomach and then her breasts. Her areolae were s blushing pink. I cupped them and rolled the nipples between my finger and thumbs. Her back arched and her pussy was very wet. The nipples didn’t distend very much but they were hard enough to cut glass. I kissed her lips, her jawline, her neck and a very sensitive spot just behind her ears. Then I concentrated on her pussy. She was now breathing harder and making little moaning sounds. I slipped down and placed my open mouth on her pussy lips. I frenched her pussy and she gave a little shudder. I licked from the bottom of her slit to the top but avoided contact with her clit. She was breathing deeper and heavier now. She lifted her bum to get more of my mouth on her pussy. Both hands came down and held my head against her. I licked, sucked and nibbled gently on her inner lips. Her hands held me tighter. Finally. I licked her clit. I thought she was going to buck me off, but she held on tight. I managed to pull my head back a bit and blew gently on her clit. She gasped. I put my tongue back on it and alternated like that a few times. Her head thrashed back and forth. I then put one finger inside and felt her pussy contract. I moved it slowly in and out. She was flowing now. She was very close to orgasm number one. I pulled back a bit for a few breaths. Then started again. She begged me not to tease her. I very gently got her clit between my teeth and sucked on it. I put a second finger inside and then jackhammered her clit with my tongue. She lifted her ass clear off the bed and came in a flood. My face and neck were soaked. While she was still in “the twilight zone”, I placed the head of my cock at her entrance and slowly entered an inch or so and stopped to allow her to adjust.  I kept doing that until all 91/2 inches were inside. I pulled back slowly and pushed forward to spread her lubrication along the entire length. Once I did that I gradually increased the tempo. Her legs came up and her ankles locked at the small of my back and she started thrusting back.  She started uttering words in Finnish and her hands got a death grip on the sheet under her. She came again. This time she squirted all over my cock and even on my chest. She gave a huge sigh and her legs dropped off me. I waited a few minutes and then managed to get her on her knees with her ass in the air and her head on the bed. I lined up on her pussy and slid in easily all the way to her cervix. She gasped again. I had the perfect angle to massage her g spot on the out stroke. I started hammering her doggy style. I was getting close myself now. She was no longer making coherent words, it was all moans and gasps. I felt her pussy contracting again and I knew this was it. I could feel the tightening in my balls and then I was cumming deep inside her. She screamed something in Finnish and collapsed. I was slowly softening and slid out of her dripping pussy. There was one hell of a wet spot on the bed but we didn’t care. We’d been at it for over an hour and we both passed out.The next morning (closer to noon again) we showered together for the last time. She attempted a blow job but could only manage the head and an inch or two. I settled for a hand job. We got something resembling brunch and she had to get ready to leave for the airport. She was moving very carefully and slowly. Two hours later, I handed her into the taxi and she was sitting very gently on the back seat. We kissed briefly and she was on her way. I went to the bar and ordered a double. The next day, the Thai girls left and I was finally on my own again. It felt good to just relax in the shade of a big breadfruit tree with a cold drink. Two days later, I was on my own way home.

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