How to Mend a Broken Heart
Millie Dynamite
How to Mend a Broken Heart
She wanted happily ever after, not a one-night stand, maybe both.
Millie Dynamite
© Copyright 2023 by Millie Dynamite
This is a work of fiction and not intended to promote a lifestyle. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental.
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How to Mend a Broken Heart
Time, here and now
Place, anywhere on Earth
In all of my 44 years, I’d never had a one-night stand. In point of fact, I’d never considered having one. With my recent divorce, I lived in a constant state of dissatisfaction. I still had only made love to one man in my entire life. For some strange reason, my ex-husband and his new, younger wife didn’t want me fucking him anymore.
Or so he said. But I knew it was all her.
Why she was so selfish with him when he’d fucked her cute face, adorable ass, and tight pussy for years behind my back, was beyond my comprehension. In some ways, I felt turnabout would be fair play. So, I offered him occasional consolation in my arms. However, Jimmy, being Jimmy, refused to cheat on her. Giving the little witch far more consideration than he’d ever shown me.
Oh, to be sure, he’ll find another when her ass fattens, her beauty fades, or her willingness to do all the nasty things he loves ends. Her sexy little ass was in for a shock the first time he came home reeking of pussy and perfume. For some weird reason, I’d always ignored his dalliances. This wicked woman wouldn’t.
Enough. Move on and tell the tale.
I’d done the shopping sprees, buying new clothes, shoes, and lingerie, hoping to relieve my depression. None of the usual fixes worked. Not even chocolate made me happy. Without pride, I’d cried my eyes out to girlfriends and a few less-than-friendly wives of our mutual friends. At some point, these couples took his side.
These wives worried their husbands might stray, their sympathy for me tempered by anger at me for making them fear their marriages might also fail. Ah, yes, the age-old issues. If you don’t see it, it isn’t real.
Well, what I needed was a real, live man. Oh, my, yes, I needed a boyfriend—conversation, companionship, candlelight dinners, cuddling, kissing, and the rest. Um, I desired a new life since the old one abandoned me. Uh-huh, that’s what I longed for.