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I know the ex wife posts prob get old butbi have no one else to or vent this chaos and toxicity to. Ed wife talk last night, she had expectes reaction to FWB thing ended. After that call i got a string of provocative pics and vids from her. Was a atruggle fir me to disregard and not respond. She came over and when i did not answer door got mad over locks changing and her key not working. Got a bit loud so to not make a scene let her in. She ranted a bit then started crying saying she couls not go back to no s** in her life (not about me just s** in general). Said she knew i knew how that feels and she was not wrong. She calmed down and we talked a bit but she would not give up completely, even a bit haughty said ok the punishment was fine just whatever i felt i had to do so the s** could reaume. Warned her that she may not realize what that meant and allowed her to see the bruises on my cheeks backs of thighs and scrotum. She got a bit wide eyed and asked how i was letting the coach/coordinator do that and control my s** life and by eztension hers as well. I told her it was simple…he makes sure i get enjoyablesex because i cant go back to no s** either. She said she understood that and stood and raised her skirt and pulled her p****** down and bent over the end id the sofa. I managed to be brave enough to ask her if this was about s** with me or wanting him to f*** her again. She asked if that really mattered if everyone wins. I told her it only mattered because if she had any hope of being fucked by him again there would have to be a vudeo and she shrugged I took off my belt and gave her what i had gotten for the most part. It was rough on her but after a while the moans and cries lessened. She ended up turning and kneeling and lifting her breasts up and i realized what she wanted. I had the thought of this is not suppposed to be for her enjoyment but the concept of abusing and marking her breasts with my belt was intriguing. I suppose it does not matter why but bottom line while i belted ber breasts one of her hands went between her legs and she came. She asked if she had taken the punishment he intended. I told her there was one more step. I led her to the bathroom and had her kneel in the shower and she was wide eyed and angry but she took my limp p**** in het hand and aimed me all over her body except her face. I helped rinse her off after. Took her back to hr clothes but she remained bare and asked to see tbe video. It was as if i was not there as she roamed her hands over her marked areas and it had to have been painful the way she mauled her breasts and even climaxed while watching herself sprayed with ny urine. Looked at me and even asked if i wanted to m********* on her. I declined and said i just couldnt at her ezpense. She nodded and as she put her clothes and said she wanted to be honest that she still deaperately wanted him to f*** her again and to please show him the video. I promised i would and would let her know. I told her i understood the preference because when he fucked her i had seen her respond in ways i did not know existed. She sad she was sorry and drew the analogy of me being on my knees for neghborhood men, there was a fulfillment that we did not complete for each other. Made sense to me without being hurtful. She also even quietly admittes that she wanted us to try to resume our FWB acticities because i was able to give her what she needed in a mainstream way and was fearful of losing that with hiw well i knew her core needs and pleasures. Then she teased me and said that she had definite interest in kneeling in the shower again and that she had not expected to enjoy it, that her desire to m********* again was mostly becsase of that and admitted it was not punishment for her. I laughed and said that we would keep that in mind especially since i did not know how whether he would reconsider even with thr punishment nor how he would respond to me even letting her in the door. She said she understood and that even if he waa angry and cut me off then we had something new to enjky and i would make a huge pot of coffee and we would make a day out of it. Multiple random feelings. How he will react. How i will handle being cut off aa well and relying even more heavily on my ex wife for s**. Becsuse that might get even more codependent and tozic and it already is so badly.

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Dad helped me get the floor and one wall built on my tree house using planks that were cracked or broken in the alleyway and coral when I was six. Over the next 5 years my year younger sister, occasionally Dad and I had built and rebuilt a 10′ x 16′ floor on 2 trees and a 8′ x 10′ tree fort with bricks from an old chimney and fire place from a burned down cabin. The walls were only 7′ tall on the front and 5′ on the back. The third year we had the fireplace half built when Dad came by on a tractor. He climbed up to see what we were doing and took it apart. He redid it with red bricks on the floor using mortar building a complete wall and fireplace. He didn’t make it to the field that day and part of the next, Sissy was siting on him a lot and I saw his hand on her crotch a few times. Dad didn’t help vey much with the walls and 2 windows but helped with the roof the next year. I was 10 with the coolest tree fort my friend ever saw. Every fire we lit in the fireplace smoked us out. The last year dad worked on it I was 11, he put glass doors on the fireplace , built a set of bunk beds and installed a real door. Sissy and Dad worked on it without me several times when I wasn’t at home. When we decided to name it and my a sign Sissy insisted it was named after her so Dad made a sign Sissy’s Hideaway. When I got off the school Bus I saw smoke coming from the chimney, I knew Sissy had stayed home sick. I ran to the Treehouse to see what she was doing. The Tractor was parked on the road, She was naked with Dad. I could see the way she was straddled on top half of his C0ck was half way inside her. I watched till Dad pulled out shoot c um on her back, then sneaked back down to the house. Mom came home from her part time job at our small town IGA 2 hours later but Dad and Sissy beat her home by 20 minutes. My sister was stocky and a little chubby so I did a few accidental backhand b*** feels and she seemed to like it. I went for an under shirt full B*** feel when we had got up before mom to watch cartoons, she looked at me curiously then smiled. Within a couple weeks of feeling b**** I put my hand inside her p******, she stopped me when I tried to put my finger in her cr ack but left my hand where it was at. It took another month before she let me work fingers inside her but it was that day we went to the Tree Fort and she took my Virginity a few days after my 12th birthday. We(Dad and Sissy some times too) used the Tree House Till she got the boyfriend she’ still married to a year before I went into he Army. When Dad died me and Sissy went up in the Treehouse, lit a fire and cleaned it up well enough to spend the night in a single sleeping bag.