My Wife and Her Futa Ex

A few years back, I had just graduated from college and was fortunate enough to secure a job in my field, which was a significant achievement given the state of the economy at the time! I met my future wife during our college years, and we quickly decided to spend more time together. It was an exciting phase for both of us; she had recently ended a relationship and, in a bold move to signify her fresh start, dyed her hair purple, which suited her beautifully.

She had a signature perfume that I found irresistibly alluring. After we got married, I discovered it was quite pricey, with a delightful blend of floral notes and a hint of cinnamon. I’ve always had a soft spot for cinnamon, and on a woman I was eager to explore, it felt like an enticing invitation.

We dated for about a year and a half before tying the knot. She was an incredible partner, excelling in nearly everything she did. From her culinary skills to her ambition, she was truly remarkable. Her beauty was striking, with her petite frame, prominent forehead, luscious lips, and a figure that turned heads. Her C-cup breasts and extensive dating history made her quite the topic of conversation in college.

Her name, Pancy Morrows, might sound a bit quirky, but I adored her so much that I wanted to kiss her every day, leading us to a grand wedding. Like any typical couple, we enjoyed our honeymoon, shared household responsibilities, and had our fair share of disagreements. Yet, despite our differences, Pancy and I were deeply in love.

As time went on, however, cracks began to appear in our relationship. Once she started her job, our schedules clashed, and we found ourselves spending less time together, even while living under the same roof. We thought it was just a phase that many couples go through, and we were determined to navigate it together.

Unfortunately, things escalated to a point where frustration became palpable, and we stopped pretending everything was fine. I suggested we take action to improve our situation, and to my relief, she agreed wholeheartedly. She proposed, "Mathew, what if we joined a club or something?"

I pondered for a bit and then asked her, "What would work best for our schedules?" After a few days of consideration, we both concluded that hitting the gym was the ideal choice. It offered a great workout environment, allowed us to exercise together, and provided quality bonding time.

While the plan wasn't flawless, I found it appealing enough for us to agree on it. We even had the flexibility to go in the early morning, tailoring our gym visits to our preferred times.

So today marked our first day, and Pancy and I arrived at the gym bright and early, ready to focus on our chest workouts. As we approached the bench press, I noticed a woman already lifting weights—she was impressively strong. I was about to ask her how many sets she had left when Pancy grabbed my wrist and said, "Mathew, that's my ex."

Awkward moment alert! Just as we were about to shift our attention, her ex spotted us and waved, exclaiming, "Hello! Am I seeing things, or is that Pancy?" Pancy turned to greet her and introduced me, saying, "Nannie, this is Mathew, my husband. He’s the best thing that’s happened to me since college."

Wow, that was quite bold! Usually, Pancy is super friendly and laid-back, but today seemed different.

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