It works out quite well. (John and Amanda good ending)

The next morning John woke up with his wife’s younger sister lying on top of him naked. He remembered the night before and smiled.

He felt more whole than he had in a while. Rested, contented, but perhaps more than that, he felt like a man.

John gently rolled Amanda off of his body, and went to the restroom. He looked in the mirror, and he looked at his thin body.

He had never had anything like bodybuilder muscles, but he felt a bit like skin and bones at present. He had been neglecting the gym, and hadn’t been eating all that well, but he hadn’t been hungry.

Right now he was hungry, famished even. He put on his boxers and went to Amanda’s kitchen, looking for some food.

Amanda didn’t have any eggs or bacon, no biscuits, no orange juice, he couldn’t even find any coffee.

She did have some tea, but John wasn’t really a tea person. John grabbed a handful of grapes and a piece of cheese from the fridge, it would have to do for now.

A few minutes later Amanda was up, and he saw her coming out of her bathroom, still naked and perhaps more beautiful in the morning light.

“Hey there Johnny,” Amanda said sweetly. People had not tended to call him that, at any point in his life, but from Amanda it sounded natural. It fit her personality, as much as he knew her.

She saw he was eating some fruit and cheese, “sorry John, I was expecting to be at my folks house this weekend, I am due a grocery run.”

“Are you hungry Amanda? You have an IHOP near here right?” John replied with a smile, he needed some real food.

“Very hungry actually,” Amanda replied. “You gave me quite a workout last night, let’s get dressed and head out.”

They enjoyed breakfast, a big breakfast, and then went back to Amanda’s apartment.

But they didn’t just go back to having sex, which was what John thought might happen, and he would not have complained if they had.

Rather, when they got back, Amanda took John on a walk along a very beautiful walking trail near her apartment.

Later on they sat on the sofa and watched Netflix, then John made them some tuna sandwiches for lunch. They kept this slow pace throughout the day, enjoying being together as much as any activity they might do together.

They eventually watched a movie together after dinner, with Amanda snuggling John under a blanket, and in the middle of the movie John felt her small hand on his cock.

He had been hard much of the day, sort of coming back to life in that way, but Amanda hadn’t done anything and John had not pressed it.

None of that mattered as John felt her hand slip inside of his pants, pulling his cock out. Soon the blanket was gone, and Amanda was giving him a handjob, watching his long cock in the light of the big screen TV.

This went as John expected, with Amanda sucking his cock again, and with them fucking again.

The had sex on the sofa, and then on the bed, and again John woke up in her arms again. This was nice.

The next morning they finally talked about the elephant in the room.

“So your wife is fucking her dad, well my dad. That’s weird right Johnny?” Amanda asked, sort of out of the blue.

“Pretty fucked up,” John replied. His smile fading as he started to remember the real world he lived in.

“Far from it John, you need to get away from that. You need to get away from it as soon as you can,” Amanda replied. She didn’t like his smile going away, but they needed to talk about this.

“John, my sister has been fucking my parents for longer than you know, for years. She has been fucking my grandfather, that asshole Steve, and God knows how many people who paid her to fuck at work.”

“But this is deep, that fucking cheerleader outfit was brand new and fit the first time she fucked dad,” Amanda continued. “There is some damage done there that can’t go away.”

Amanda took John’s hand in hers, “she should never have done all of that, and she should have stopped when you got married, but she didn’t. She should have kept her word and stopped when you caught her, it she didn’t.”

John was back into the place he had been, he felt at fault. He had done this to them, to him and Jennifer by not standing up to her.

Amanda was forceful, she didn’t like seeing his mood fall. “Johnny, there is nothing wrong with you, the only thing you did wrong was going on a second date with my sister. She never deserved you. She is living the life she wants to, but being that kind of a whore is not compatible with marriage to a good man, and you are a really good man.”

John was confused, what could he do? What could any of them do? “What would you have me do?” John asked, his voice cracking.

Amanda smiled, “well first, we go get your shit, and you move in here. You move in with me. You and me, starting now. We do this, and we find a way to get you through breaking away from that old life.”

John’s face showed his surprise at the suggestion, he had only known Amanda for two days.

“Then you quit your job, and find one here, I know people, we will be fine. And then you divorce Jennifer, for cause. She won’t fight it, I know her.”

The thought of divorce stunned John, he hated the idea. He had never imagined he would date a woman who looked like his wife. She was visually stunning, like a pornstar. His friends were always envious and it had always felt good.

But he knew Amanda was right.

“And then when I finish my graduate program, I find a six figure job out of state, and we hit the road and we don’t come back.” Amanda continued, “We get as far away from all of this disfunction as we can.”

“How could he pay for that? I don’t have any money,” John replied.

Amanda smiled, “Johnny you are thinking about it all wrong. How much money do you think people need to live?”

John stammered, he didn’t have an answer. Jennifer has always wanted more, no matter what she had she wanted more. She wanted millions, she wanted a fucking Ferrari in the garage.

“You need just a little more than it costs to live John, and living doesn’t have to cost a lot,” Amanda continued. “Cars can be cheap, rent can be cheap, and I have enough saved to pay for a move. It isn’t that big a deal.”

“What about Stevie?” John asked.

“What about your wife’s child with another man? Another piece of shit of a man? The same as any kid she has from my dad, not your fucking problem.”

Amanda said this in a determined and final way, her words carried in the room. “And he is certainly not my problem. That is all about them and their choices Johnny.”

“You divorce Jennifer, and none of the rest of this remains any of our problem. Not my sister, not my dad, not Steve or the kid, none of it.”

John smiled, feeling hopeful. Amber saw his smile and beamed in happiness, “there we go, doesn’t that feel better than frowning all the fucking time?”

It did feel good. John decided it was time to be happy, to take it into his own hands to be be as happy as he could be.

John and Amber returned Jennifer’s car to her parents house, just dropping the keys off and leaving, and then Amanda drove him to the apartment he had shared with Jennifer.

It was a long drive, it took hours. They didn’t talk much, stoping to eat and fill up the tank, but for the most part they just existed together in a more and more comfortable silence.

They held hands for much of the trip, and Amanda fell asleep and laid over on John’s shoulder. For John it was thrilling, it wasn’t sexual intimacy, it was human intimacy. It was physical contact he had missed for a very long time.

When they got to John’s apartment, they packed up a few of John’s belongings, the few he wanted to keep, and off they went. He did not want to keep much, just clothing and a few personal items.

He had so much tied to memories with Jennifer, he left it all behind.

He left his wedding ring on the counter. He remembered the picture Steve sent him of Jennifer’s ring sitting in a cup full of what looked like semen.

This was not meant to be ****, this was just a new start for him. He did nothing to hurt Jennifer. No notes, nothing angry.

John quit his job and found a new one in town with Amanda, less money but that was ok. When he turned in his badge at his old job, his old friend Claudia gave him a big hug.

She had heard that he was getting a divorce, and she was thrilled. She had long known that he needed to get away from the whore he was married to.

When John got settled in the new town, he enrolled in junior college again, having only completed a couple of semesters.

He wasn’t keen on being a student, but Amanda explained the advantages the piece of paper could give you. She helped to find student aid and got it paid for fully. She also helped him choose his course load.

Amanda seemed to know about all there was not know about getting a college education without debt.

John was genuinely surprised at how easily you could live on less money if you were careful. Amanda was brilliant in that way, and it was what she was in school for, economics and money management.

She shopped in ways that saved money. She never bought five dollar coffee, or a ten dollar drink. She worked out, but she used a yoga mat in their living room and the gym at the apartment complex she lived at.

John soon found that money could be a much smaller problem than he had always thought it would be.

John and Jennifer were soon divorced, and John was released of responsibility for Stevie. Jennifer was surprised.

First she was surprised and angry that he had left her at her parents, then even more angry about the wedding ring on the counter. And when she saw the divorce papers she went ballistic.

This of course lasted until Steve made it over. He took care of her anger and her doubts.

Steve had her out on her wedding dress, even with the small veil she had worn, and recorded himself fucking Jennifer six ways from Sunday.

When Steve was close, he flipped Jennifer over, and took her wedding ring off, and placed it and John’s ring between her breasts and cake all over them. Pushing them around with his massive cock.

“Fuck that guy Jennifer,” Steve said coldly. “It was never going to work, he isn’t a man, and he traded down. We both know it.”

Steve put the video on Pornhub and sent John the link, but John didn’t open it, blocking Steve’s number afterward.

At times the divorce process was better, and at times it was hell. John was struggling to eat enough, and Amanda loved him through the process, trying her best to keep him healthy.

In divorce court Jennifer tried to accuse John of infidelity, but with an actual Pornhub page devoted to her, and with her face not being obscured or pixelated, it didn’t work.

The court ruled for divorce, there was no community property, each left with what they brought. It was easy, or as easy as divorce can get.

After this rather long and tumultuous period ended, John began to heal.

He regained his lost weight, resuming healthy eating and exercise. Looking better in the mirror every week, and feeling better as well.

John soon learned to truly began to enjoy life again, Amanda was at his side helping him along.

When the school year ended, as promised, Amanda found a job, far away in New York. Starting out at a big financial services firm, one that gave her a bright future.

And they packed a big moving truck, sold John’s truck and put Amanda’s little car on a trailer and went on a long one-way trip up to the North East.