Packs her bags

Minh didn't know what else to do. She ended up back in the bedroom, suitcase in hand. By the time she'd packed a tenth of her things the first suitcase had already been filled to the brim. Obviously she wouldn't be able to bring ten suitcases, so she had to prioritize which clothes and things that were important.

The finished product was two trolleys filled to the brim with only the skimpiest fraction of her wardrobe. Her carryon was filled to the brim with high heels and what she thought to be er boss' favorite lingerie. Amongst her selection was a distinct lack of items related to her husband. No hoodie to keep her warm at cold nights that still smelled like him. No pictures of the two, nothing. Had he been present whilst she packed his heart would probably have broken for the second time. Fortunately for him, he was still sobbing at his desk.

Minh had pretty much just been on auto pilot since she broke the news to clark. Had she stopped for only a moment and reflected on the situation she might've seen just how nonchalant she was being about this whole ordeal. It might be due to her reduced self awareness, or perhaps she was simply too dim to understand the weight of the moment. Either way, there was a very clear gap between her emotional state and her husband's.

Minh's flight was the following day, meaning she had to find something to do until then. With it being a weekend there was no need for her in the office. Her boss was busy preparing for his coming flight himself. This left her husband. The depressed mess of a man. No matter, she was already getting bored and needed something or someone to do. It could be his parting gift. Minh picked out an outfit she'd deemed not up to standard in accordance with her boss' tastes.

A red, pleated skirt that stopped right below her butt. It also sat rather low on her hips, clearly displaying the pink thong underneath. Mounted right under the skirt were garters. Tacky, pink heart-shaped garters which held up a pair of fishnet stockings. To finish up the look she wore a white crop top that was tied just under her near non-existent breasts. The outfit was a parody of a schoolgirl, which was further emphasized by her pigtails. The skimpy outfit proudly displayed all her piercings and tattoos. Once fully dressed she went into the bathroom to apply makeup. The finished product looked like a teenage girl who'd just started wearing makeup but had never heard the expression "less is more". Her face was plastered with an abundance of products. A thick layer of foundation that was slightly off in terms of her actual skin tone. It brightly reflected the lights mounted around the mirror. A long line of eyeliner really drew attention to her slanted eyes, making them the primary feature of her face. She knew how to get her husband riled up, even if it was all very new to her. He obviously had a bad case of yellow fever and any efforts put towards emphasizing her Asian features would be a homerun.

Satisfied with her getup, Minh tiptoed back into the living room where her husband was slouched in the couch, bourbon in hand. Slowly and quietly she crept up on her husband. Once within range she got on her hands and knees and crawled over with her eyes glued to the target.
Clark was so lost in his own mind that he was completely caught unaware when his wife began unzipping his pants. Looking down he was met with the hungry eyes of a schoolgirl slut. Despite being deep down in the bottle of bourbon he was still able to stand at attention within moments of seeing his wife. Despite how clearly turned on he was, there was also a sort of cruelty to the situation. Poor Clark was once again reminded of just what it was he was losing. To him, this had been their relationship for a long long time now. He knew no other life, and was absolutely shattered to see it fall apart.
Still, he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and let his wife do what she did best.

He'd never be the wiser, but Minh definitely didn't show the same level of enthusiasm as she did when blowing her boss. The effort she put in now was minimal.
Clark did however have little to no experience with other women and didn't know what a "good" blowjob felt like.
She bobbed her head on his member, not taking it's full length at any time. She was just getting him warmed up, having every intention of getting something out of it herself.

When Clark seemed sufficiently cheered up Minh stood up and positioned her ass right on his lap. The thong was easy enough to pull aside with her skirt being as short as it was.
By the rough way he fucked her, it would by all accounts be reasonable to categorize the sex as a hate-fuck. Though it wasn't exactly mutual. Minh wasn't upset about Clark at all. If anything, she was happy she'd be getting away from the shell of man that was now her husband. Part of her was of course sad about leaving her old life behind. That part was however very deep down at this point. Only a fraction of her old self remained, and it was more in the passenger seat than anything. Being **** to watch as the new Minh took the lead, running her life further astray than she could ever have imagined.

Clark began grunting as he got closer and closer to his own climax. Minh was nowhere near an orgasm though, so she began pulling away in hopes that it would prevent her partner from coming prematurely. It was to no avail though. Clark came like a fountain, having just been unwillingly removed from his wife's hole. The result was a rather messy paintjob all over Minh's butt. She was less than thrilled about her husbands pathetic show.

"Fuck. I was nowhere near finished. Clean me the fuck up and eat me out. I need to come" There was no love in her voice. No compassion. Just a demand. With her severe lack of self awareness, Minh had no regard for how her husband might be feeling. No idea how her words might be hurtful or in the very least a little mean. Clark did however comply, wanting nothing more than to be intimate with his beloved wife for what he assumed to be the last time.
Minh stood back up, removing herself from her husbands lap. She then proceeded to shove her butt all up in his face, giving him easy access to the mess he'd made. It made him absolutely sick to his stomach, but Clark diligently licked up every last drop of his seed. Once he'd cleaned her all up, she turned around and put one leg up on the couch whilst leaning her crotch onto his face. It was far from the first time he'd eaten his wife out like that.

Throughout their many years of marriage, Clark had been notorious for finishing early. The way he knew his wife, she'd often "****" him to help her get off, one way or another. Be it with his fingers or mouth. Of course, Minh had no recollection of any of this, she'd simply acted in the heat of the moment. Though it wasn't surprising in the least, this was the type of woman she was becoming after all..

After a few minutes of oral exercise, Minh came all over Clark's face. Instead of repaying the favor from earlier though, she made no effort in making the cleanup any easier for him. Instead she went to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving him with her squirt to clean up for himself.

The session pretty much marked the end of their life together, as Minh spent the remaining part of the day in the bedroom, exploring various of her sex toys for the final time before moving. She had no interest in using the app before going to bed, so she went to bed early, deciding to do it the following day.

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