Ex wife and the New wife.

KindredFlame

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Here is a new twist on an old tale.

Nearly a year has passed since my wife and I decided to go our separate ways. We're still good friends, mind you, but we both knew we just weren't meant to live together. Then, quite unexpectedly, I met someone new. From our very first conversations, a profound sense of compatibility blossomed, evolving quickly into the surprising realization that we might just be made for each other. Our connection deepened with an intensity I hadn't anticipated; our kinks aligned in ways that only further cemented our bond, pulling us closer with every shared experience. It felt like everything was falling perfectly into place until, purely by chance, we bumped into my ex-wife. It was in that moment, seeing them together, that the startling truth dawned on me: I was about to become the surprising third wheel in what I thought was my new relationship.
 
I like the new wife domming the old. The two have never met until that fateful day and the ex falls for her big time.
 
Here is a new twist on an old tale.

Nearly a year has passed since my wife and I decided to go our separate ways. We're still good friends, mind you, but we both knew we just weren't meant to live together. Then, quite unexpectedly, I met someone new. From our very first conversations, a profound sense of compatibility blossomed, evolving quickly into the surprising realization that we might just be made for each other. Our connection deepened with an intensity I hadn't anticipated; our kinks aligned in ways that only further cemented our bond, pulling us closer with every shared experience. It felt like everything was falling perfectly into place until, purely by chance, we bumped into my ex-wife. It was in that moment, seeing them together, that the startling truth dawned on me: I was about to become the surprising third wheel in what I thought was my new relationship.
twisted
thus interesting
 
Abridged version SirHugs. As it is still just an idea.

Almost 365 days since our remarkably amicable, conversation where my then-wife, Sarah, and I mutually decided to unravel the threads of our domestic life. It wasn't a bitter divorce, but rather a quiet, mature. Our affection remained however the persistent friction was the problem.

Her name was Maya. We met at a casual art exhibition opening, our eyes locking over a particularly abstract piece, and our first conversations flowed with an effortless synchronicity that felt almost preordained.

Life, for the first time in a long time, felt like a beautifully orchestrated symphony, every note falling perfectly into place. I envisioned a future with Maya, a vibrant tapestry woven from our shared dreams and desires.

By chance, or a cruelly ironic twist of fate, we bumped into the ex-wife, Sarah. My reaction awkward surprise, a polite smile forming on my lips, ready to introduce my new partner to my old friend.

Maya and Sarah, my new love and my ex-wife, were already a unit, and I had somehow stumbled, blind and blissfully ignorant, into the intricate, already-established dynamic of their relationship. My perfect world had just been revealed as a perfectly staged play, and I was the unwitting, heartbroken audience of one.
 
Sigh.

I wonder.. . could one hope to 'envisage a future' in which this forum is used for its designated purpose? You know: the positing or outlining of ideas which might form the basis of an erotic story, rather than the deliberate and persistent strutting of would-be virtuoso, wholesale narrative excerpts?

I have the genune and honest impression that certain among us have trouble in realising the insecure ego appearance which this gives out...
 
Sigh.

I wonder.. . could one hope to 'envisage a future' in which this forum is used for its designated purpose? You know: the positing or outlining of ideas which might form the basis of an erotic story, rather than the deliberate and persistent strutting of would-be virtuoso, wholesale narrative excerpts?

I have the genune and honest impression that certain among us have trouble in realising the insecure ego appearance which this gives out...
working on it, but the problem seems to be exploding faster than I can keep up.
 
What’s wrong now?

https://forum.literotica.com/threads/editing-with-an-axe.1641234/

I think he's pointing to the difference between:

1. How about a girl waking up and finding herself in a ruined house at night miles from nowhere? She has no recollection of prior events and is half naked with a note stuck by tape to her crotch fur.

i.e. 2 lines

and your

2. "The first thing she heard was the howling of the wind outside. Groggily, she raised herself slowly and painfully from the stinking mattress. She could not make out where she was nor imagine how she could have come to be here."

i.e. 2 lines followed by a hundred line ego trip of flowing prose which adds but little to the original concept.
 
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