I sleep with my ex-wife, a promiscuous woman

I still share a bed with my ex-wife, a promiscuous woman. Every day, she brings home a new man, and I watch as they have sex. It's a strange, unsettling situation, but I've grown accustomed to it.

After a heart-wrenching divorce, I found myself in a peculiar situation. My ex-wife, a woman known for her promiscuity, had taken up residence in my spare room. Every night, she would sneak into my bed, seeking comfort and intimacy. Initially, I was taken aback by this arrangement, but as the days turned into weeks, I found myself succumbing to her advances. The allure of her voluptuous body and seductive charm became too much to resist. Each night, we would engage in passionate lovemaking, our bodies intertwined in a dance of desire. Although I knew this was wrong, the physical connection was too strong to ignore. As time went on, I grew increasingly attached to her, despite our broken marriage. This became a secret we kept, adding another layer of complexity to our already complicated relationship. The question lingered: could we survive as more than just former spouses? Or was this a path leading us further away from healing?.