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By Tualatin
#99972
I started to notice the change in my wife after she got her boob job. I had begged her not to get it and even had offered her the cost of the procedure to prove it was not about the money. I liked her flat chest and trim body. Once she got the boob job, I enjoyed her firm C-cup tits and trim body. She still had a gymnast’s tight body, concave tummy, and blonde pubed twat. I got off good in her every day, usually morning and night. I would get dressed for work and before I left I would unzip my suit pants and fuck a load off. She had abundant lubrication and would cum too. Afterwards, I continued to fuck her at least daily but things changed. At first it was a subtle change in her clothes. She began to wear revealing clothes and never wore a bra so her tits and nipples were somewhat exposed through her tops; her tops were tighter shearer and opened more showing a lot more cleavage. Her jeans were tighter and her skirts were tighter and several inches shorter than normal. Sometimes she would “forget” to wear panties and wonder out loud to me if guys could see she was a “true blonde.” She began to want to go to a bar most weekends she flirted a lot more with my friends and some of the regulars and her attire wasn’t missed on any of them. After we returned home she was a lot hornier than normal and she sucked me and fucked me repeatedly that night. She would do internet chats and close the lap top when I would walk by. What the fuck? This was a change even though she claimed it had to do with her work as a real estate agent.
By Tualatin
#99974
There is a lot more to tell, but I certainly I want to break it up into readable chunks. Also your thoughts and comments are appreciated and make it more fun for me. Again, your comments are welcome.
By Tualatin
#99977
Thank you for your comments. There is much to tell and it took some years for everything to play out and for me to get perspective on things. I appreciate feedback, comments and questions. I will answer them all to the extent I can without giving away the flow of events. Comments are one of the things that I look forward to as I share my experience.
By Tualatin
#99978
Over the next several weeks she would drink a bit more than normal and would flirt with the guys more and the conversations had a very sexual tone to them. I saw several of my friends rub up against her as they tried to go by her in the narrow corridor to the men's room, letting their cocks rub against her ass or pussy and make it look like an accident. At times she would move toward them allowing her to put extra pressure on their cocks. This only fueled the guy’s arousal and allowed them to take the game up a notch. Before long you could see them accidently touching her tits or ass. This had a profound effect on her and her nipples got even harder and more prominent. (She already had nipples like pink pencil erasers to start with.) She would get red blotches on her chest which she always did when she was horny. Once home she would become insatiable and would suck my cock and swallow my cum before moving my cock to her hairy blonde pussy. She would cum several times during the night and her orgasms would be longer and more intense than before. She would moan and scream about guys wanting to finger her blonde pussy and ask me if I thought some of my friends had ever had a true all over blonde like her. While fucking she would moan about how I would feel if I knew that some of my friends had managed to slip a finger into her tight blonde twat when she moved past them in the bar. This was different and more slutty than she’d been ever before.
By Jocko64
#99986
Oh boy, she is a real estate agent, bet your bottom dollar she is using body to sell a house, Over the years I have had 3 different agents use body or mouth to convince me to buy from them. Two of them it actually worked. My wife would kid me about it (we have permanent hall passes). I used to tell her she could sell bushels of cow manure with a ribbon on them with her skills! She was the best! Funny thing, I am working with one right now, she is about 60 but looks super with nice body (I think) and I have a gut feeling she is ready to hit the sack ?? There is about 18 grand commission in it and it amazes me what women will do for money! I am married to a gal that one might say in later years sold herself for money, she was asst to CEO of huge Corporation and was extremely well paid and got bonuses (made more than the executive VP's there) so it is basically same thing!
By Jocko64
#99987
Oh and incidentally my wife is natural blonde (believe it or not but no pubes to prove it, she is bald. She is a firm advocate of "blondes have more fun" !
By Tualatin
#100027
Although I was getting sucked and fucked more than I was in the past, I started to wonder why my wife suddenly changed and was becoming this wild. One night we partied a lot at the bar and she was flirting even more than normal and her outfit showed her tits and her pointy pink pencil eraser nipples. Her skirt was really short and when she sat it hiked up and showed her firm thighs and even a glimpse of blonde pubic hair. This was too much even for the new Chris and I started to wonder what really caused this new attitude and how far she would go. During the night I saw my buddies and even some friends of friends (who were strangers to us) touching her more than normal and the more they touched her the more she flirted and put herself in compromising situations. At one point when she sashayed down a veritable gauntlet of gawkers to the rest room off to the side of the bar, I thought I even saw a buddy hook his finger into her cunt and pull her towards him, but it was a bit far away to see and she “unhooked” herself with a jerk of her tight little body. I thought that was that. I couldn't be sure what I had seen, but I saw the guys laughing among themselves and the guy who I thought had "hooked" her cunt with his finger seemed to be bragging about what he'd done - gesturing with his middle finger crooked like a hook and passing it under his nose as though sniffing the smell of her cunt. I was pretty certain he'd actually pulled her cunt with his finger in her!
By AnonAnon
#100029
Sounds like your wife is being more candid with her desires, which is quite different from cheating or being a slut, and can be quite enjoyable. Sexual candor in a woman can be very sexy, particularly if she is confident enough to be somewhat open about it.
By Ohler
#100035
Tualatin, it is a natural thing for a person to want to feel attractive. Your wife seems to want reassurance from others on her attractiveness - it seems she is getting plenty of response from the men!! It doesn't mean she lacks appreciation of the role of her husband.
By Tualatin
#100036
At this point, I was mostly confused as to what was going on. The way she had closed the laptop a few times when I had come upon her unexpectedly struck me as odd. I didn’t want to intrude on her privacy. I figured that it was just over the internet. Since I, myself, would sometimes look at porn, I figured what was sauce for the gander, was sauce for the goose. I was curious or suspicious or concerned by it nonetheless – especially combined with the other behaviors. One night after she and I had turned in (and, yes, after a quick fuck which ended with her riding me and saying things like: “I’m going to pull the cum out of your dark hairy balls with my tight blonde pussy”) I heard an occasional pinging sound like an e-mail coming in. She was asleep. I looked around and realized it was from her laptop on the dining room table. I opened up her laptop and I was blown away. Some young guy was e-mailing her saying he’d heard from his frat brothers that she was fun and that he’d never seen a true blonde pubed twat before. I knew something was up since she was always so full of herself about being a natural blonde head to toe. The guy was sending pics of his young, hard cock (pretty good sized, too) and one of them was a “tribute” video with him jerking hard and squirting onto a picture of my wife showing off her blonde cunt! What a stupid thing to do, I thought, now her picture will be all over the frat house – and internet. She would become a cyber whore, with strangers getting off to her figure. I thought of chatting with the guy, but I didn’t know enough as to how long it had been going on so I didn’t think I could pull it off – and she might discover messages I sent that she hadn’t which would blow my cover. I went back to bed and discovered I came super hard when I fucked her doggie style the next morning thinking about young guys jerking to my 40+ wife as I felt her firm, warm thigh muscles from behind and held her tiny waist and stroked her concave abs as I squirted, like, seven ropey spurts of thick cum into her wet blonde cunt. It seemed as though there was no harm done to our marital relationship at least. I said nothing.
By AnonAnon
#100047
One of the reasons my wife is most comfortable being most exhibitionist among friends is that there is a risk of being misunderstood where strangers are concerned. Unfortunately, my wife has been groped and fondled more than I can count by people who misunderstood her display and, in some cases, by people who refused to accept the signals. This includes some friends. Fortunately, she doesn't consider these minority cases as significant.

The other thing is that a husband hanging over a wife's shoulder can have a bodyguard effect, which is no fun, but the downside is that my wife has had to fight off a pushy guy because I've been too far away to notice her difficulty. However, she has also specifically requested I not come to a party to which she wore a ridiculously revealing dress because a physically dominant partner on hand can put a damper on people enjoying her attitude and display. It was a client holiday party and she felt safe enough given the strong professional protections against harassment. She wore no jewelry, no rings, and the sort of "night" make-up that encourages fantasies. Someone not working at the client who didn't know her asked her out and her response was something like, "There's no need, you can enjoy everything right here." Professional photographs of the event had to have her blocked from the camera by other people because the dress was so see through the pictures wouldn't have been distributable, but it looked like everyone had fun and my wife serviced her desire to "Show how it's done".
By Tualatin
#100059
The flirtatious night life sort of leveled off and I thought things were getting back to normal. I didn't bring up the internet business because I didn't like to snoop into her private communications and thought it was pretty harmless. It wasn't as though she was having an affair or anything. She had always been quite traditional in her commitment to marriage - or at least we had both made a commitment to monogamy to one another. But one thing disturbed me. Chris started taking showers at different times than she had. She said it was because I used up the hot water, but she began taking showers in the afternoon after she got home. If I started to make out with her she would push me away saying she needed a shower. This was weird. The few times I was more insistent she didn't want me to go down on her - something I enjoy doing is deep tonguing her soft, golden blonde pubic hair until she's really wet. Even a a bit of salty sweat added to the pleasure of tasting her, so her insistence on needing a shower seemed off. I got really suspicious then. One time I started to eat her and she pulled me away - but for a split second I caught a whiff of a different smell to her. She usually has a sweet smell, but this smell was more of a baking soda bitter smell and maybe a touch of cologne type aroma on her inner thighs. Naturally, I thought something was up but couldn't prove it. At the suggestion of one of my buddies who knew about security, I set up a motion activated hidden cam - disguised in a book on a bookshelf and waited to see what I would learn. I didn't have to wait long.
By Tualatin
#100072
So I have this motion activated hidden camera that looks like a book in the shelf. One of my buddies works in a business that had some security issues so he turned me on to it. If it had been a clock radio or anything like that I figured it would draw too much attention to itself. But a book among other books, well that would work. I checked on it every day and after three days - bingo! I'm downloading the hidden cam and I'm nervous as hell as to what I'll see. When I started watching it on my computer I was blown away. I felt as though I'd gotten socked in the guts.

Chris entered our home over the lunch hour with her boss. Now her boss is married to a much younger woman and is in his sixties and has a ten year old son. He plays squash at the health club all the time. Pretty fit but definitely is an older guy. My wife strips for him. My pretty blonde wife is totally nude - showing off her fake tits and trim figure - putting on a show for him. She's totally stripped before he takes off his undershirt and boxers - which for some reason impressed me that she was hot to trot. This is definitely not their first time. I'm thinking all sorts of things and feeling all sorts of feelings. One of them is anger: that she is a cheating, lying bitch. The guy is sporting a pretty good hard on - he knows he's got a sure thing. He must be hot as hell getting a pretty, married blonde wife - my wife - to spread for him - he's about 20 years older than her. Chris is s few uears younger than his wife. He fucks her non-stop for about an hour. They do it all. He fingers her. She drops to her knees and blows him, sucks his balls, and, from what I could she even licked under and behind his balls and fingered his anus. The hairy old bastard must have loads of testosterone because he gets at least two loads off - eats her blonde pubed twat - fucks her with him on top and her legs pulled back to let him go deep - then flips her around and does her doggie, then sits back and has her do him reverse cowgirl. He's pulling on her firm nipples and groping her tits and pulling on her hard and long pencil eraser pink nipples while she's bouncing on him. The cunt even squats over him and using her thigh muscles does asian cowgirl, without using her arms she milks the cum right out of his good size balls.

I'm watching this and totally shocked. The bastard is barebacking my wife - feeling her up all over and there is no question - I mean no question that he is totally getting off on it. Why wouldn't he? He's fucking my wife - no holds barred - feeling up her fit body - trim from years in the gym, and from her days as a cheerleader and college gymnast. She's not so much screaming as saying things like "Give it to me. Give me your thick cock in my blonde pussy." She's urging him on and it's clear to me - and from later events - that he's just using her like a cum dump. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. The old bastard was having the time of his life fucking my fit blonde wife, twenty years his junior, in our own home - in fact in our bedroom. I felt - there is no other word for it - betrayed.

When I saw the video, I felt like I'd been socked in the gut. I had suspected that she had been flirting, but I never really grasped what it would be like to see my wife - to whom I had been totally faithful - being fucked and fucking so enthusiastically. I was a basket case thinking about that hairy old bastard of a boss getting my wife, barebacking her blonde pussy, and squirting his ancient seed into her. What a bastard. What a lying cunt.
By Jocko64
#100078
Anon, sad you are going to have to spy on her, I would have loved to watched wife over those good years but actually never really got to except in threesome and never then just watching. I have seen her giving head (she is expert at that). We think it was better the way we handled, there were no secrets.
By Tualatin
#100088
My previous post didn't get through, so I'm reposting this. Please disregard if it appears twice.

So I have this motion activated hidden camera that looks like a book in the shelf. One of my buddies works in a business that had some security issues so he turned me on to it. If it had been a clock radio or anything like that I figured it would draw too much attention to itself. But a book among other books, well that would work. I checked on it every day and after three days - bingo! I'm downloading the hidden cam and I'm nervous as hell as to what I'll see. on one level, I'm worried that I'll confirm my suspicions, but on another I'm excited by the prospect.

When I started watching it on my computer I was blown away. Chris entered our home over the lunch hour with her boss. Now her boss is married and is in his sixties and has a ten year old son. His wife is younger, but not as young and fit as Chris. He plays squash at the health club all the time. Pretty fit but definitely is an older guy. My wife strips for him. She is totally nude - showing off her new tits and trim figure - putting on a show for him. He's still wearing his suit. She's totally stripped before he takes off his undershirt and boxers - which for some reason impressed me that she was hot to trot. This is definitely not their first time. The guy is sporting a pretty good hard on - he knows he's got a sure thing. He must be hot as hell getting my pretty blonde wife to spread for him - he's about 20 years older than her. He fucks her non-stop for about an hour.

They do it all. He fingers her. She drops to her knees and blows him, sucks his balls, and, from what I could see even licked under and behind his balls and fingered his anus. The hairy old bastard must have loads of testosterone because he gets at least two loads off - eats her blonde pubed twat - fucks her with him on top and her legs pulled back towards her shoulders to let him go deep - then flips her around and does her doggie, then sits back and has her do him reverse cowgirl. I begrudgingly admire his stamina and compare it to mine. He is totally turned on - that much is clear.

He's pulling on her breasts and pulling on her erect pink nipples while she's bouncing on him. Christ even squats over him and uses her thigh muscles to do asian cowgirl, without using her arms she milks the cum right out of his good size balls. I'm watching this and totally shocked. The bastard is barebacking my wife - feeling her up all over and there is no question - I mean no question that he is totally getting off on it. Why wouldn't he? He's fucking my wife - no holds barred - feeling up her fit body - trim from years in the gym, and from her days as a cheerleader and college gymnast. She's not so much screaming as saying things like "Give it to me. Give me your thick cock in my blonde pussy." She's urging him on and it's clear to me - and from later events - that he's just using her like a cum dump. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. The old bastard was having the time of his life fucking my fit blonde wife, twenty years his junior, in our own home - in fact in our bedroom.
By Tualatin
#100089
Anyone who is following the story and who has any comments can post here on the thread - or e-mail me. I will be glad to discuss any questions and post answers of general interest on the thread.
By Tualatin
#100092
I was overcome by a sense of betrayal and regret. There was no way I could simply forget what I had seen. My pretty blonde wife, to whom I had been so loving and faithful was enthusiastically giving herself to an old bastard - her boss - behind my back. Bareback. That really got to me. I realized that I must have pulled a few "doubles" unknowingly - being second in her still tight blonde cunt.

When I saw the video, I felt like I'd been socked in the gut. I had suspected that she had been flirting, but I never really grasped what it would be like to see my wife - to whom I had been totally faithful - being fucked and fucking so enthusiastically. I was a basket case thinking about that hairy old bastard of a boss getting my wife, barebacking her blonde pussy, and squirting his ancient seed into her. I could tell from the video that he was just using the fuck out of her for his pleasure. He would growl like a fucking animal. And it wasn't bad enough that he was enjoying fucking my pretty blonde wife, but as he fucked her he was saying things like: "How does it feel having my thick cock in your married cunt? How does your hubby like sliding into his wife on my cum? I bet he doesn't give you as good a fuck as I do, does he?" Chris would clearly not like his talking like that - she wouid wince in response - not that it stopped her from orgasming and lifting her legs up and back against her chest so the hairy bastard could push into her deep. Hell, the bastard even pile drove her, at one point having her pull her legs back while he sat backwards on her and using her firm well-muscled thighs as grips, pumped her hard, dropping his weight on her with his cock pointing downward.

The thing I couldn't believe was how she even let him fuck her anus like that - something I knew she wasn't into. I could see her wince and grunt and the bastard cruelly used her; the only lube he used on her was from her saliva from blowing him and her ample natural lubrication. His wife is a brunette, not quite as fit as Chris, so I could tell he really got off doing a true, golden pubed, fit woman so much younger than himself. He completely dominated her and it was non-stop sex for him. I had to be impressed by his stamina - even as I hated seeing his face bloated with sexual desire, like a demon, I thought. The whole time she was grunting and moaning and even wailing "Noooo" - as her body said "Yes." What was I to do?
By Tualatin
#100093
To all of those following these posts, let me know what you would have done. Feel free to post your comments, thoughts, experiences or even pm me. Thanks for sharing.
By Tualatin
#100127
I was a wreck and had to confide in my best buddies as to what I should do. They apparently had their own agenda I realize in retrospect since they suggested that I confront her and be prepared to show her the evidence if she denied things. They said they would support me and be there when I confronted her. So that's what I planned to do.
Now that I had the hidden cam proving that Chris was cheating with her boss, I resolved to confront her. Well, things did not go as smoothly as expected. It is only looking back on things that I realize what happened. Maybe it was for the best, but, of course, you live this life going forward into an unknown future – without knowing how things will play out. So, watching the images of my trim blonde wife putting out for that hairy old bastard, her boss, ripped me up. I was not thinking straight. I was so far out of my comfort zone, I was truly off balance. But, more than that, given everything I knew about Chris and her background, I was totally caught off guard. What could I believe?

For you to understand my shock, you have to know some background. You have to understand that Chris came from a conservative, Christian family. Everything she was doing was contrary to her upbringing. She’d been a cheerleader – the all-American blonde – and a gymnast in high school and college. She had worked off all her sexual tension in the gym. She was engaged to a guy, Mark, who she knew from high school. She went out with her for years but, get this, she was saving herself for marriage, and they never did the deed when they broke up.

This is not to say that they didn’t mess around. I learned from Mark much later that they had monumental make out sessions and that she learned how to give fantastic hand jobs and blowjobs. She swallowed – at least when he didn’t shoot in her face – and, according to Mark she would get so turned on that her abundant natural lubrication would literally soak the sheets and mattress leaving embarrassing stains on his dorm room bed. Mark much later confided in me that he had used Hefty bags under her ass while he ate her soft blonde pubed pussy just to keep the bed from getting drenched. But she still had her precious virginity.
By Tualatin
#100177
Chris had never revealed to me exactly why they broke up. Mark did much later when I was trying to figure out how my All American wife had become a cheating slut. Apparently, Mark had gotten in trouble having Chris in his dorm room. The Resident Assistant (RA), Ralph, a graduate student in the law school, used to remind him what the hours for visits at the undergraduate dorms were. (This was before the dorms became co-ed.) He would go up and down the corridor sniffing like a bloodhound and when he got to Mark’s room he would announce so the others around could hear: “This room stinks of twat. Blonde twat.” He never referred to Chris by name. He would either call her “Christine” very formally or call her your little cheerleader. So Mark could not have been more shocked when he learned that one day that he had been studying in the library, Ralph had invited Christine into his room, liquored her up, stripped her and fucked her – getting the young blonde cheerleader’s virginity. It was an unceremonious fuck – he literally shoved his long dick into her while she squirmed beneath her, spurted after a few strokes, while running his hands over the blonde’s flat chest dubbing her “The Titless Wonder” and “TBT” – Tight Blonde Twat. He then had her suck him off – his cock still red-stained from the loss of her virginity. He gave her some toilet paper to snuff in her panties and shoved her out of his room, still bleeding.

Later, he would taunt Mark, who was broken-hearted over the whole thing, still going on “Sniff Patrol” and asking Mark where "TBT" was.

She and Mark broke up shortly after this. Mark never did get to fuck her, I learned. He had gone on to be a successful CPA, married, with kids. Ralph, the bastard law student RA, went on to be a first-class prick, lawyer, and alcoholic.
By Tualatin
#100189
So, with this background I can go on and report how the confrontation played out – and why it didn’t happen exactly as planned. It also led to a completely different outcome than I had hoped at the time.

I did not feel comfortable with the plan some of my buddies proposed - confronting her with the tape with them present. I suspected - I think rightly - that they had their own agendas and wanted to see if they could take advantage of the situation. Frankly, I knew that some of them had their eyes on getting their shot at my wife - if they hadn't already. The situation just hurt too much.

I arranged to take Chris out for dinner. I didn't want to make a scene - I just wanted to figure out what was going on in her head. She was my wife, after all. I know I should have been angry with her - that happened later - but now I just wanted to figure out what was happening. She was still my beautiful wife - five foot two and a blue-eyed blonde. When she got up to go to the ladies room during dinner, I couldn't help but notice the guys in the room checking her out. Tight figure, tiny waist, blonde hair, bright eyes. I also saw the occasional miffed girlfriend or wife growl at their husband or boyfriend with a warning like "You had enough of a look." I tried to figure out what was going on. Chris denied anything. I would have believed her had I not seen the hidden cam with my own eyes. But she went on saying she wasn't sure if she wanted to be married. She was "confused." She needed time to get her head together. She had found an apartment across town and would be moving out in the morning.

I tried to touch her as I had, but she turned to stone. Was it possible that it was over? I couldn't accept that. I remembered the times - hundreds of times - where we had been together, the exquisite pleasure of her firm, athletic body against mine, and my working my thick cock into her tight blonde pubed and very wet cunt. I put my hand on her legs and tried to finger her as I often had in the past, but to have her say, "Not now." She moved out the next day. My idea of confronting her with the evidence did not happen - for now. For months I kept in touch - mostly by phone - it was too difficult to see her without being able to feel her. Each time she claimed to be "confused."

Neighbors of mine, concerned, said they'd seen her with some guy. I put them off. I think I was hoping everything could go back to normal. In truth, I was obsessed. I would drive by her apartment trying to catch a glimpse and often all I could see were lights and shadows. One time I saw a young guy walk her to the door, kiss her, and go in with her. It drove me mad seeing that, imagining him fucking my pretty blonde wife, squirting into her. I figured it was over. I filed for a legal separation and three months later converted it into a divorce. So, that was the end? Not so fast.

Apparently things went downhill for Chris after the divorce. The skinny young guy I had seen her with was a co-worker at the real estate office where she worked as a sales agent. Her boss (the older guy who was head broker at the firm) was not pleased with her and when his' wife (also a realtor - at another outfit) found out about her husband's "fling" with Chris, she pressured her husband (who was the head broker) to fire her. He didn't need to be pressured for long.

HIs hand was forced with an outrageously unprofessional incident that I learned of much later. Apparently, she and her young co-worker had been caught fucking in a house that was being shown - much to the outrage of the owners who, according to the rumors, either caught them in the act or very nearly. According to the rumors, they tried denying things but the condition of their clothes and their just fucked hair and guilty expressions gave it all away - together with the cum still sticking to her blonde bangs - and the wet spot on the bedspread. He must have loved shooting into her pretty face. I hoped he enjoyed it - he lost his job over it. She couldn't find another position easily.The real estate market had gone down the tubes and her boss - mostly his wife - had poisoned the well for her in the local market. As the story grew more and more elaborate, one version had the kids running ahead and catching them and asking their parents "what the lady and man were doing." You can imagine the scene.

Chris filed bankruptcy. I found out because she discharged out of some of the credit card debt she had run up during our marriage that I was left with. So, it was predictable that one day I would get a call from her asking to get together "to talk." She was broke.
By Tualatin
#100212
I have received loads of comments from guys with their suggestions about the meeting. Most of them fall into the category of "Watch out!"

By this time, I had spoken to her former fiance, Mark, and learned some of her history. The short and the long of it was that she in both our cases had fucked older guys, cheating her way out of long-term, committed relationships. In the case with Mark, she had fucked the Resident Assistant Ralph at the dormitory and promptly "fallen in love" with him. She allowed herself to lose her virginity to him when he got her drunk, fucked her, and kicked her out of the room. But she went back for more of the same. Apparently, she didn't know what to do with a guy who treated her with respect. She had fucked her boss and, once again, was "confused." This was more or less the same as I had gone through.

I resolved not to be a whipped puppy. If I had the chance I would play her and enjoy getting her to spread for me. Now, she was just an ex-wife and there would be no strings on me. I looked forward to the talk she had proposed. I knew what I was dealing with - a lying cunt. Payback would be sweet, I vowed.
By Jocko64
#100224
Good story, my wife became the mistress to her boss 13 years her senior, we had open marriage so no big deal, I was doing my thing and we were still loving each other, there was never in our 50 years discussion of one of us leaving! Funny part of that position with the CEO was when her retired and moved, the new guy was 13 years her junior and she took care of him till she retied. One thing I can say is that her paycheck was enormous, three times mine and she got bonuses, I got squat! She 72 and still looks awesome.
By Tualatin
#100229
Jocko, that is awesome, but it seems so different from our situation and how it played out. It seems as though you had an understanding regarding an "open marriage," which was quite the opposite from our situation. I also seems as though there was a solid commitment and clarity as to where you each stood. No confusion or deceit as in my situation. Very different outcome, but congratulations to you two for threading the needle.
By Tualatin
#100246
During the months of separation and our divorce, I had changed. I handled the paperwork myself and to her credit, she did not make it hard. I had taken over half of the credit card debt she had run up behind my back – she clearly had a spending problem – and I was more than a little pissed off when she bankrupted out of her half, leaving me with the debt. I also had more information about my wife, now ex-wife. I had been able to compare notes with her first real boyfriend, Mark, and learned some things that I had never known. For example, I learned for the first time how she had lost her virginity to the asshole of an RA (Ralph) at the dorm, been used by him, and the torment that Mark and later I, myself, had gone through when she was “confused” by her own infidelity. But, I also felt some compassion for a young pretty and naïve 19 year old girl who had been screwed by an older bastard who had barebacked her and thrust her still bleeding into the dorm hallway. Less understandable was how she got “confused,” but allowed herself to keep being used by Ralph. I found myself strangely aroused hearing how she had been used like a cunt by Ralph – Mark had garnered some of the details from Ralph, himself, who would taunt him with details of how he had sunk his “magic wand” into “some primo virgin blonde pussy.” Chris had come from a very conservative religious background, been inexperienced, and probably felt obligated to “fall in love” whenever she was first fucked. I still believed – but who can be sure – that I was her first true love and certainly her first husband. I also knew that she had denied any relationship with her boss to my face despite the fact that, unbeknownst to her, I had the hidden cam evidence that I had never sprung on her. (Divorce is no fault – why bother?) I knew – or had heard – about the co-worker she had screwed in the open house they were selling and how she had lost her job. I was open to what she was going to say at our upcoming meeting, but I also prepared myself.

How do you prepare for this meeting? Well, I realized that she had had a hard time of it and the reflexive feelings of protectiveness were still there. I decided to prepare as I would for any business meeting. I was going to listen carefully. I was going to see what she was really after. I would be cool and in control. After all, she had called for the meeting. Was she going to apologize? Confess? Want to get back together? Tell me she had decided to move? Remarry? I decided on a course of conduct that was fair and controlled. I would write down a flowchart of statements and behaviors. Depending on her own conduct I would consider reconciliation or payback.
By Tualatin
#100247
Your comments and private e-mail messages about how to brace and plan for the upcoming meeting are welcomed and appreciated. Your feedback on my experience as it unfolds makes it more fun for everyone - especially me.
By Tualatin
#100308
Reconciliation or payback? I dreamt of both.

But both ended the same way: me awakening with a raging hard on remembering how it felt sliding into her super tight, wet, blonde pussy.

I was a man obsessed.
By Tualatin
#100347
I was so obsessed that I literally checked out every woman to see if she had blonde eye brows - hinting that she might have blonde hair down below as had my wife - now ex-wife.

I needed a test - an objective test - to avoid being dragged into her vortex and into inevitable disappointment, jealousy, and grief. When we got together how should I play it. What were the objective signs of whether we were heading toward reconciliation or payback.

The first test was going to be decided by how she dressed. I am not a young man. I know when a beautiful woman is trying to play me. Chris was my second and, I thought, last marriage. We had had great mind-blowing sex. Her body was perfect. I had known the pleasure of sliding into a natural blonde. Since our separation, I had been cheating out women’s forearm hair and eye brows to try to see if they were true blondes like Chris. She was tight and abundantly lubricated. Her body was trim and fit from her years as a cheerleader, gymnast, runner and time in the gym. The problem had begun when she had gotten her boob job and, I guessed, couldn’t handle the attention. I made a scale – actually wrote it out – which I called the “User Scale.” Was she a person who had made a mistake, but basically kind? Or, at the other end of the scale, was she a “user,” using her looks to get her way, insecure, unapologetic, and, basically, a cunt who deserved to be used in turn. The first factor would be how she dressed. Then, I would consider what she said. Was she truthful? Was she contrite? Had she learned anything? Then, I would consider what she wanted. Was she just going to try to leave things on a better note? Was she moving to start over? Did she want to reconcile (I had mixed feelings about this)?

We met at a restaurant and within moments I was fighting to keep my clarity. But keep my clarity I did. I listened and looked. I will tell you about that eventful meeting very soon.
By Tualatin
#100348
She walked into the restaurant. She was strikingly beautiful. She nearly took my breath away and I was in doubt as to whether I could keep my resolve. I’m sure many of you will appreciate the force of physical beauty. I stood as she entered and found to my embarrassment that my blood had flowed to all the wrong places – my face, my cock, for instance. Then, my User Scale – which I thought of to myself as the “Cunt Scale” and list of factors kicked in.

It was early October and Chris had chosen an outfit I had never seen before. A cropped formal type and a short skirt, that revealed her bare midriff and her pierced navel. I knew then and there that she was coming after me hard. But what did she want? As she walked into the dimly lit restaurant, I saw heads turning as she walked to the table. The guys, with their wives or girlfriends or business colleagues, were all checking her out, while the women who noticed, snarled at their men. She had a smile that lit up the room. I could see the play of muscles across her stomach as she walked and her skirt showed her fit thighs and calves to great advantage. Her blond hair was pulled back but with loose ringlets dropping along her neck to her bare shoulders. Her shoulders curved into her upper arms. The guys followed her and checked me out as guys will to see who the “lucky guy” was. I had forgotten that glorious sensation of being with the most beautiful woman in the room.

Unfortunately, what I knew and they didn’t, is that she was a liar, a cheater, ran up the credit cards, and, basically, without pulling any punches, I had to admit that on the Cunt Scale, she certainly was, based on her clothing alone, a total cunt. A user.
By Tualatin
#100352
She began the conversation with the usual “how are you doing” and “you look great.” When she said that to me, I had to fight down my normal reaction which was to tell her how fantastic she looked, that I adored her, and to try to get her into bed for some world class fucking ending with me squirting my cum onto her tight tummy and into her pretty – no, gorgeous – face. I just smiled and mirrored back the same, but one step down. “I’m doing well, thank you. I hope things are great for you.” I didn’t give her what she expected from me – a compliment on her looks. I was polite, but I was trying to see why we were meeting without being rude.

I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

She was a bit flustered by the fact that I had not melted in her presence. (I had, in fact, but I had enough pride to conceal it.) I asked her how her job hunt was going. I asked after her parents. I acted the part of a polite, decent EX husband.

Then she started trying to soften me up. “I never stopped loving you, you know.” I gave a gentle shrug, kind of a “Well who knows? I’m over it” sort of expression. Now, my mind was spinning, was she going to apologize? Was her slut/goddess bare midriff attire just an immature miscalculation to try to win me over? (It had almost worked – even now I was trying to excuse it!) Then the lying began.

She knew that there were rumors about her being with a co-worker, but that never happened. It was spread by her old bastard of a boss when she tried to break things off with him. (I had seen the hidden cam of her spreading for him, remember. His hairy back and ass pumping into her as she drew her firm legs up to her chest while she kept saying: “Give it to me. Fuck my blonde pussy.”) She had never been into him. He had kept after her and sexually harassed her until she yielded. Then she began to tear up. What a performance. She even said that one of my friends (this might have been true) had heard about her yielding to her boss and had tried to blackmail her into spreading for him or he’d tell me. (He was the “friend” who had suggested the hidden cam – but he also suggested that he set it up for me and download it remotely, so I suspect that he was going to download the pics, blackmail her, pretend he hadn’t gotten anything on the recording, and fuck my wife. Knowing him it could be true – he might not have counted on me buying and setting up my own equipment. Thinking back on it, he had been pretty insistent on setting it up at his expense (as a friend). So, on this point, she might have been truthful. But the rest were total lies. She even described her first experience with Ralph, the RA, as a “rape” – but she omitted the fact that she continued to go back and fuck him while he tormented her former fiancé.)

Then the other shoe dropped.

She needed some money to tide her over. Her parents weren’t going to help her since she left her marriage. Her boss had poisoned the well and she couldn’t find a job and the real estate market had tanked. Would I help her out?
She had failed every level of my User/Cunt Scale. She was unapologetic. She was a liar. She dressed like a slut to try to take advantage of me. She needed money. Her gall was unbelievable. She’d left me with her credit card bills, fucked around on me, and now was going back for seconds.

What can I say? I was going to help her out. Out of her clothes.
By Tualatin
#100374
Now's the time for some of you who have been viewing the tale to get your chance for comments and input. What do you think I should have done at this point?
By Jocko64
#100380
Well Bud, if this is all true, I would have fucked her one last time and kicked her sorry ass out. Been married 50 years, my wife has fucked and sucked guys, I have done the same with women, no secrets, we agreed early in marriage to sow our oats but very carefully!
By Tualatin
#100420
Now, those of you who have followed me so far and taken care to understand the dynamics of the situation will understand me when I say that “revenge is a dish best served cold.” What this meant to me was that if I really wanted the ultimate payback, I had to be in control of my emotions. I have told you how beautiful Chris is.

At this stage, I had a chance to fuck her again – of that I was sure. And that was a fantasy that I had dreamed of for months. Stripping her, touching her tiny waist, her stiff pencil eraser nipples, her warm, flat stomach, fit thighs, and working my finger into her blonde pussy beneath the tablecloth at a nice restaurant. Feeling her abundant lubrication. Watching her beautiful lips form a small “O” as I grazed her clit and her quiet breath against my ear as the waiter approached, saying “You’re bad.” Watching guys check her out as she walked to and from the table. I had experienced all of these things. And to desire that much leaves one subject to betrayal.

But, and believe me when I say this, revenge is not simple. Once I slid into her tight little cunt and she squeezed me with her internal muscles and whispered how good it felt and how she was going to be the best wife ever – prettier, she would say, than a billionaire’s wife – and whispered how she was going to milk the cum out of my hairy balls and how I was the best lover she had ever had. I mean, let’s get real, I’m not a monster. I had loved her and she had betrayed me, but there are always reasons to forgive, right?

So, I had studied the subject of payback. Most guys screwing their ex-wives are more likely to commit suicide than homicide if you know what I mean.

I needed to bolster my resolve and be absolutely at one with my purpose. I had been able to withstand her beauty in a restaurant when she lied to me and asked for money, but what if I were to get back into the oh, so comfortable rhythm of married life (which, believe or not, I loved). I tell you this: Know Thyself! I was not ready to handle her going full-force at me. I would be twisted up again and my family (who saw more clearly the selfish bitch she was than I ever had) who just shake their hands and roll their eyes. I would be just one more victim, sucked down the whirlpool of cunthood.

I needed to understand more than I did about her and I needed to have self-mastery.

You will remember that, according to her story, her boss had pursued her. She had yielded. Now the hidden cam showed her to be a liar in at least some respects. The old hairy bastard had certainly got his rocks off barebacking a blonde woman (my wife!) decades younger than himself, but she did not act the role of victim; she had been a more than enthusiastic participant. I still remember vividly her drawing her legs up to her chest and urging the hairy-backed bastard to “give it to me.” She denied screwing her co-worker despite the rumors. She said my friend had tried to blackmail her into spreading for her – the same friend that had urged me to get a hidden cam to catch her (which I did - but not the system he had expected which might have given him remote access). Her former fiancé Mark told a compelling story of how she had participated in his torment by becoming a fuck toy for the Resident Assistant, Ralph, just down the hallway when she was a 19 year old co-ed. I decided to get to the bottom of things and figure out what was really going on.

She had asked me for money and I led her on. I encouraged her to believe that I would help her. I, of course, needed to know the depth of her problem. In my work I am quite familiar with reviewing balance sheets and financial records, so I asked her to show me where she was at. She would be squirming beside me as I reviewed the credit card bills, hot to trot as usual, but I was cool and kept her on task. She was tens of thousands of dollars in debt with no job and cut off from her parents. In terms of financial desperation, she was exactly where I would want her. Even if I wanted to get with her, no way would I step back into the role I had had as her husband. Being an EX-husband has its advantages! I had divorced her – could I get the cheese without getting caught in the trap? I smile at the idea. “I have some ideas,” I said coolly, “I’m sure I can get this squared away.” She turned on her smile and, I knew to certainty from her body language, that she would have fucked me right on my dining room table right then if I had yielded the slightest bit. One kiss and my hands would slide up her blouse along her ribs and tight abs, another peck and I would be sucking her pink eraser nipples, another and … well.

Here’s the point. Think ahead. And then what. Where would that take me? Back down the whirlpool. She would be “confused” as to what she wanted. Blah. Blah. More misery.

So, her finances were in shambles and I had the whip hand. If only I let the big head rule.
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By froggy007
#100435
All things considered (hot story BTW) but my heart feels for you.
Nothing worse than loving and caring for someone and getting used like you did.

If she had left you and included 100% of her credit card debt to help you out. The decent thing to do considering she incurred the debt and left you. Then maybe I would be inclinded to help her but also to get laid at the same time. But she has already burned you twice in my books.

That is a slippery slope and so easy to fall in the hole (excuse the pun).
I think she will just keep coming back for more.
Best to find some hot college girl needing help on sugardaddies.com if you want to throw away money and have a hot young body to fuck.

I hope you don't fall for it unless you have more dollars than cents (sense).
By Tualatin
#100459
Froggy, thanks for your thoughtful comments and solidarity with my situation.

You are correct that someone has to get in control or else you go in the painful cycle of attraction and rejection.

I was aware of this and had seen a counselor who helped me figure stuff out. I did not follow the advice I was given - which was straightforward good advice - leave it and move on. But, I recognized that I had to prepare myself.

That is what I did as you will see.
By Tualatin
#100460
Whether out of some twisted need to drink deep the full measure of her betrayal or to justify my anger, I felt I needed to know more about her infidelities to build my resistance.

And, I also needed to get laid – with someone else. I knew just what to do. Getting laid would not only keep me cool, but it would literally drive her crazy with jealousy, which, is a pretty good sort of payback. What kind of moral ground did she have? She had cheated on her husband, been divorced, now had come back needing money – she really had no grounds to complain if I “moved on” with my life. She was trying to seduce me, but she had never suggested that we, for example, “re-marry.” That would be a stretch in any case, but if she was going to use me and manipulate me with her “confusion,” the only cure for that was clarity. My clarity. Cold clarity.

So, I began a two prong approach: learn more about her misconduct; find myself a beautiful girl that would just drive her crazy. If I found what I expected to find, I would be justified in whatever followed. And as for fucking a beautiful girl, well, that was its own reward and had the added benefit of payback. Remember I had been totally faithful during the years of our marriage and dating - nearly a decade.

Being a guy, these two tracks were more than I could handle. I decided to go with the girl first. I had a candidate. The perfect candidate: a beautiful Chinese-American server in a local restaurant named Mei. She had a perfect body. She was as petite as Chris and fifteen years younger. She was sweet and seemed interested in me – probably a gold digger of the first magnitude – but (I’m sorry if I sound too cold) she would be perfect! If I'm going to be ripped off at least let it me with my eyes open. I hadn’t gotten any since my divorce – still confused about my desires. But I knew this: if there’s anything that drives a petite natural blonde in her forties crazy, it’s an Asian girl in her late twenties! I’ve done the experiment.
By Tualatin
#100508
Surprisingly, it was not hard for me to get with Mei. She laughed easily. She was easily impressed by my professional status, my money, my car, my nicely appointed condominium. She was a modest girl. But, also a strikingly beautiful girl. I felt some misgivings about using her to further my plan of payback, but the truth is, her being in her late twenties kind of put the relationship in a bubble of unreality and I didn’t feel the way I would feel if I had been with a woman in her thirties who was losing her last chance at being a mother by my taking up her time. It was fun. I would treat her well and buy her things. It really would never go anywhere. I would enjoy her sexually. And, I would make sure she was in my place the next time Chris showed up.

To my delight I achieved all of those goals.

If you haven't broken a prolonged drought of sexless months by wooing and seducing a beautiful young Asian woman, you can't imagine how it felt for me to finally fuck Mei. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with her passion. She had small dark nipples on small firm breasts. She was in great physical shape, as only a young woman can be: slender, a few ribs showing to the side of her taut stomach, nice thighs, tiny ass, painted finger nails and toe nails, dark black hair and eyes, a mischievous smile. Her pussy was covered with thin, straight, sparse, black pubic hair which fascinated me. She was half my age and I was harder than Chinese arithmetic trying to figure out how many times 59 went into 29 - our ages. And eight is a lucky number – the number of spurts of ropey cum I sprayed into her when I held in deep at our moment of climax – hers and mine. In her tiny physique, I felt hugely endowed.

She had a wonderfully tight body, from her shoulders to her calves. After a few hours of sex, you could smell her delightful scent of sex permeate the room. It was after one of these sessions when her smell was on me, when her clean, clear juices were on my cock that Chris came to the door of my condo.

It worked out even better than I had planned. Chris had been waved through by the concierge who recognized her but didn't realize we had divorced. (A huge no-no for the concierge.) She knocked on the unit door having taken the elevator to the 14th floor.
By Tualatin
#100526
I was genuinely surprised that she had got to the door without me having to buzz her in or getting a call from the concierge. So, how things played out worked out better than I could have planned it.

I wrapped myself in a robe. Chris was dressed for action – again with the bare midriff although it was the Fall and getting a chill in the air. We had talked about her coming over, but it had not been double confirmed and, I said, without apology, that it had slipped my mind, which it have had in the passion of my fucking Mei.

“Can I come in?” Sure, I said. Just then, as if on cue, Mei emerged naked from the bathroom. Mei saw I had a guest and shyly, but politely, excused herself to put on a robe in the bedroom. I couldn’t have planned this any better. It had just happened. None of this was lost on Chris.

Her face dropped in an instant and she looked like she had been stabbed. I pretended not to notice. I called out, “Mei, I’d like to introduce you to someone.” Mei came out in a robe I had gotten her, hair brushed, bright eyed and pretty. “Mei, this is Chris, my Ex-wife. Chris this is my friend, Mei.” Chris couldn’t have gotten out of there any quicker if the place had been on fire. “I guess should have confirmed things. I don’t mean to intrude.” Words of ice, with a blaze of fire beneath them. Again, I pretended not to notice. After all, I’m a divorced man and don’t have to apologize for anything. She should apologize. I responded, warmly and firmly, “No worries. It might be better to reschedule our meeting for another time. Let’s confirm by e-mail.” And she was gone.

In five minutes I was back passionately fucking Mei’s tight little body. As for Chris, who knew what she was thinking, feeling, or doing? For the moment, I didn’t care.
By Tualatin
#100527
Again, I encourage the casual readers and viewers to comment and share their impressions or even send a private message to me. I will respond and be glad to fill in any details or answer any questions.
By Tualatin
#100574
I suppose I must admit that what happened next may surprise some people. Rather than simply enjoying my Asian conquest, I continued to imagine enjoying once again sinking my thick cock into the blonde pubic haired pussy of my ex-wife free of any obligations, responsibility or regret. And frankly, free of any feelings of tenderness. For lack of a better word I was imagining what it would be like to hate fuck the blonde cunt as payback, but, sorry everybody, I couldn't get there without satisfying myself of the justice of it. Call me square.

You'll remember, if you have been following this narrative closely that I had decided upon a two-pronged approach to finding out what was true and just. First, I was going to have another sexual outlet so that I was not approaching the situation from a position of weakness and confusion. Check. Second, however, it was my intention to fully understand the situation so that I would have no misgivings about dishing out the cold justice that my cheating blonde wife deserved. In other words I was going to investigate a few matters that troubled me. Among them, I wanted to know whether she had in fact been screwing her coworker as the rumors had it.

What I discovered shocked me.

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