- Loving Wives
- The Letter Pt. 02: Jen's story
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After I read my husband's letter, and all that has gone on between us since, I felt like I needed to have my right of reply. Maybe you won't like what I have to say, but I need to say it.
First thing, I love my husband. At least, I really, really like him. Our sex life was comfortable rather than spectacular, which I was initially OK with. I read somewhere that most people do not see their partner as their soul mate. Rather, they got married when they were ready. I think that's what it is for me; my husband isn't my soul mate. He's a decent guy and we have fun but I was beginning to think that there might be something more out there.
When we first met he was a super sweet guy who always greeted me with, "Hi, beautiful," "hello, gorgeous," or "good morning, lovely lady." Always. When we got engaged it became a normal thing for him to use those words in everyday conversation. It made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I know I'm attractive and I work pretty hard to keep in shape but to have someone tell you that everyday is pretty special.
I work at a hospital. I am a receptionist and only work one day a week. I also cover for when one of the other girls is ill so every now and then I work a couple of extra days. I don't have to work because my husband is a 'genius' stockbroker. I mean, he could retire now, at age 30, and still have more money than most people will make in a lifetime. His current salary is into 7 figures per year. What girl wouldn't love that? He works for himself from home too so he has no staff to pay and no overheads either.
We had been married 8 years and gotten really comfortable with each other. I don't necessarily mean that negatively, but the spark was definitely dying. He never called me beautiful any more. He used to say it at least once a day.
So here comes the difficult part. A couple of new interns started at the hospital about 6 months ago, Dr Jacob Thompson and Dr Michael Bradley. These boys were seriously handsome. They were built like professional athletes too - both over 6 feet tall with broad shoulders, and nice, tight butts!
I had just turned 30 when they began. I was surprised at how old that birthday made me feel. My husband spoiled me rotten, but it was with a nice meal, just the two of us, and then home again. We made love, but he was, wham, bam, thank-you, ma'am. I was so frustrated I could scream.
Anyway a few days after my birthday, when I next worked, in came these two hunks. I think my jaw hit the ground! I was like an awkward teenager again around them. I couldn't believe how flustered I was. They introduced themselves and I was like, "Ah... um... hi... nice to meet you, ah..."
" And you are...?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm Jen. I'm married and I only work on Wednesdays." I thought, "God, why did you tell them that?"
"Married, huh?" one of them said. "Lucky man. Michael, whaddya think?"
"Oh, yeah, lucky indeed, Jacob, lucky indeed."
They were both eying me up and down. I blushed bright red, just like that teenager. I was proud of my 34C boobs and tight butt. I worked out pretty regularly and I knew I looked pretty good for a thirty-year-old woman who has been married for 8 years. Fortunately the doctor in charge of the interns arrived and took them away to begin their day.
I began to look for them on my working days. When I found them I began to seriously flirt with them. I made sure my clothing was sexy but still suitable for the job. I started wearing a little more make-up and perfume. I really like Opium, by Yves Saint Laurent, perfume. It hits all the right spots.
The boys (I thought of them as boys - they were 5 years younger than me) noticed and began flirting back - a little innocent touching on the shoulder when talking to me, or in the small of my back to get my attention from the other one. I played up to it. It was obvious that both thought they had a chance and tried to exclude the other. Nothing was too competitive though. These two were obviously good friends.
The amazing thing was that they started greeting me with, "Hi, beautiful," or "hello, gorgeous." They were the exact same words my husband used when we were first getting to know each other. When one of them started calling me, "lovely lady," I was seriously looking at them with an eye to get to know them better.
I was lapping up the attention of these seriously gorgeous younger men. They started work at exactly the right time for me. I was down in the dumps because I had just turned 30 and these two hunks came along and made me feel like a teenager again.
On the home front nothing much changed - same old, same old. What's the saying, 'same shit, different day.' It was all very routine but I always really looked forward to my Wednesdays and work.
The flirting had been going on for a few months and nothing had really come of it. Then my husband and I sat down for a talk. I was really shocked when Scott suggested an open marriage. I thought, "Now this is something I might enjoy with Jacob or Michael." But I knew my husband. If I looked too eager he would probably think something was already going on. There was, but so far it was all innocent. Just a little flirting. Neither Jacob nor Michael had tried to kiss me or fondle me, the most we had done was hug.
So I held out for a while. Scott was quite persuasive. He promised me that he could handle it and that our marriage was strong enough if we both did it. I got a really strong sense that he already had someone in mind. I hope it wasn't too obvious that I did too when I finally agreed.
I went to work the next day and thought I could detect a change in mood of my favourite young medicine men. Their behaviour was more like making passes at me than innocent flirting. At morning tea, Jacob kissed me on the cheek. At lunch, Michael gave me a hug and grabbed my butt. It was probably just me but I thought I should go for it.
I sat them down at afternoon teatime and laid it out. "Boys, my husband wants an open marriage. Now, if you want more than the fun we've been having, I'll meet you at the Red Dog Club on Friday night at 8 o'clock."
Then I went back to my desk. I didn't see them again until I was on my way out to my car at the end of the day. Jacob came running out to me.
"You were serious weren't you?"
"As serious as a heart attack," I replied.
"Ohh, lame, but Michael and I will be there with our dancing boots on."
"Oh, yeah, me too," I said and winked at him as I turned to get into my car.
On Friday I went shopping especially for the night to come. I found a beautiful little black dress. It showed just the right amount of cleavage (a lot) and looked like it had been spray painted on it was that tight. I decided I needed new shoes and found a pair of killer five inch 'fuck me' heels that I fell in love with. For some reason I thought stockings and suspenders were needed but with a dress so tight it would be pretty obvious that I was wearing them. A cute little black thong finished my ensemble.
I spent at least an hour getting ready. I needed everything to look perfect. I was going to knock someone's socks off tonight and I didn't care whose socks they were. I made a special effort with my mascara and eyeliner. When I get it right my beautiful (I thought) green eyes really stand out. Then dark, smoky mascara. I couldn't decide between bubble-gum pink lipstick, and fire engine red. I finally decided on the red. I think most men prefer it.
I put on my thong and then my suspender belt. I decided to wear my thong over the suspenders for easier removal so I took it off, put on my stockings, attached them to the suspender belt and then put on my thong again. My dress came next. Obviously no bra because of the tightness of the dress.
I looked into our full-length mirror. I looked good and I knew it. I looked like I was on the prowl. I hadn't dressed like this in years but it felt soo good. I put on my heels and sauntered out to the lounge room where Scott was sitting. I told him I was going out. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw how I was dressed. He was right. He didn't deserve to have me dress like this for him. I got the feeling he didn't care one way or the other. But by his reaction to my outfit tonight it seems he did care. Too bad.
Jacob and Michael were just getting out of their car when I arrived at the Red Dog so we went in together. Fortunately I didn't see anyone I knew. We ordered drinks and found a table. Almost immediately Michael asked me to dance. I love to dance but Scott doesn't, so I took my opportunity.
We hadn't been there long when I saw my husband arrive. By this time I was dancing with Jacob. It was a slow number and we sort of melted together. I could feel his abs through his shirt, and then his cock through his pants. Then I did the same with Michael through another slow dance.
I saw Scott with that redhead. How old was she? Was she even legal? I doubted it but at least she was cute. "Good for you," I thought.
Then, the next time I looked she was alone. I kept an eye out for my husband but he was nowhere to be found. I thought he might have gone to the toilet but when his friend got up and joined a group of her friends I realised he had probably gone.
The boys were seriously trying to exclude the other because they thought they might get 'exclusive rights.' I think I shocked them when I suggested we all go back to their place. They drove with each other and I followed.
They had a great place with a hot tub on the back deck and a pool in the back yard. A huge television dominated the living area and there were at least four gaming consoles hooked up to it. But tonight was not going to be about gaming or swimming or hot tubbing. It was going to be raw, animalistic sex. I wanted it, no, I needed it and they were both going to give it to me.
They used rock, scissors, paper to see who would go first. Jacob won. Ohh, it was everything I thought it would be, and more. I told Scott how I belittled him in front of them. It seemed to spur Jacob on. His cock was bigger than my husband's. Not only that but he certainly used it better too.
First he fucked me hard and fast. Even I was surprised how hard I came. Then he teased me, stopping and starting, first slowly then quickly. I was continually having mini orgasms.
Eventually he shot a huge load in me. It's true, I told him I wasn't on the pill. It just felt soo good.
Then Michael took over. His cock was different but bigger than my husband too. Michael rode me like a Cup winning jockey and he had me moaning with satisfaction a long time before he was finished. And yes, he did make me squirt. What a feeling that was! I never thought I could get so much pleasure from fucking.
After what we talked about when I got home I knew my husband knew what came next. Oral sex - and lots of it. I sucked both of those cocks like a vacuum cleaner. Even though it was a second time for both of them, neither lasted very long. Then came more fucking, and then came more sucking.
I had gone from a wife whose husband came once and then went to sleep to screwing and sucking two younger men who both came four times each. I was so full of cum I'm sure I squelched when I walked.
My husband was awake when I arrived home. I'm not sure why but I taunted him with the sordid details of my evening. He had a huge hard-on and came in buckets when I stroked his dick while I told him. Then I delivered a hammer blow. I told him I didn't want to sleep with him and that he needed to sleep in the spare room.
The next day I woke up, had a light breakfast and got myself ready to visit the boys for a pool party. I didn't see my husband at all. I assumed he was still in bed asleep or deliberately staying out of my way. I was actually glad that I didn't see him. I wasn't in the mood for his reaction to last night.
The boys had invited a few of their Med. School friends over that day. It had been organised a while before and I was a last minute inclusion. When I arrived Jacob and Michael were the only ones there.
Michael grabbed me in an erotic embrace. His hands were all over me. Before I new it I was on my back naked on the lounge room floor with his cock inside me.
"Ohh, that's magic, Michael. Keep going."
I was horny and this is exactly what I had hoped would happen. He kept up a steady rhythm. I could feel my orgasm welling up inside me. I let go little gasps of pleasure as he rode me.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, Michael, yesss." I moaned. "Ohh, yeah, oh, yeah, aaarrgghh, yess."
I came quite noisily. Jacob looked at us and said, "Can I have some of that?"
Michael rolled off me and Jacob took his place. He was obviously horny too because he wasted no time in fucking me vigorously. I peaked again quite quickly- so did he.
"What a welcome!" I panted.
"I think there will be more of that, knowing our friends, if you're up for it, Jen?"
"If they are anything like you two, then why the hell not?"
I got myself cleaned up and dressed. It was not long before two men arrived at the door.
Andrew and Tony were similar in size to their friends and both quite handsome. After the introductions Andrew looked at me and said, "Jacob tells me you are a very sensual woman, Jen. Any chance I can take you into a bedroom and see just how sensual?"
I thought to myself, "Why not?" "Absolutely," I replied.
With that I went into a bedroom with Andrew and let him have his way with me. After he had left I was getting my breath back when there was a knock on the door. Tony poked his head around the door and said, "My turn?"
"Sure, why not," I answered.
So we got down and dirty. Tony was more considerate than Andrew had been. He spent a lot of time massaging my cunt. His fingers strayed to my asshole and pushed against it.
"Are you OK with this?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, don't stop" I replied.
He didn't and before long he had rolled me over onto my knees. His cock pushed at the entry to my ass. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, but go slow. I haven't done this for a while."
It was exquisite. The pain was bearable and I took it in the knowledge that it was going to get a whole lot more comfortable. It wasn't long before I was moaning with pleasure.
"Fuck me, Tony, go harder," I screamed at him. "Come on, you know you want to. Fuck me!"
And he did, hard and fast, with no concern for anything but his own pleasure. In doing that he gave me the greatest pleasure. I came hard, really hard. It was unexpected because I thought I'd get some warning, I always had before. But no, it was on me before I knew it. He came too, with an enormous grunt of pleasure. That set me off again, with another orgasm that I didn't expect.
"Fucking hell, Tony, that was fantastic."
"You weren't too bad yourself," he replied.
I got myself cleaned up (again) and joined the boys in the pool. The others had arrived by then. There were four more, all tall and well built. The newcomers looked at me in the way I think a lion looked at a wounded animal. There was a look of conquest in their eyes.
I submitted to them one by one. When the last one finished and I was lying on the bed by myself I thought, "I just fucked eight different men in one day. What the hell is that all about?"
Not long after that I went home. I wasn't sure what to think about the day, or about myself, just yet. I'd get home, have a nice long bath and then have a nice, long talk with my husband about what had happened.
Of course when I got home he wasn't there. All I got was a lousy letter telling me he couldn't cope and was going to stay away for the week.
I saw red and sent him an email telling him how weak he was and how dare he suggest something that I had enjoyed and then decide that he didn't want it any more. I called him a few choice names and basically told him that if I found him I would belt the shit out of him.
He emailed me straight back and basically said to wait until Friday. He also said that twelve years of marriage should count for something. For a man who is a near genius stockbroker he is hopeless with facts and figures. He could hardly use a credit card, didn't use Internet banking because he couldn't remember his password, and, worst of all, he thought we had been married twelve years. If that were the case we would have been married straight out of High School, as opposed to straight out of College. We had only been married eight years, the fool.
I was so angry I wasn't thinking straight.
My immediate reaction was to call Jacob or Michael. Jacob answered their phone. I gave him a shortened version of what I'd come home to. He asked me if I felt like some company. I did so I invited him over. I then asked to speak to Michael. I told him that it would only be Jacob tonight but I thought I'd need some company tomorrow night if he were free. He thought that was a good idea.
I spent a wonderful night with Jacob. We made love, not simply fucking. It was really special and when he started calling me 'lovely lady' I almost cried.
The following night Michael came around. He made love to me too. To him I was 'gorgeous.' He didn't once use my name, he just called me gorgeous.
I thought I should try and find my husband but he wasn't at work, nor was he at any of his usual hangouts. I visited his best friend to see if he was there. When I found that he wasn't I threatened to break his leg if he didn't tell me where my husband was. He eventually convinced me that he didn't know.
The rest of my week was taken up with either Jacob or Michael. I wasn't going to get back to my husband. He was the one being a prick about the situation, not me.
I talked to both Jacob and Michael about what to do. At first they were all for me dumping Scott and moving in with them. I thought that was a bad idea, but I had a better one I was thinking about. "Leave me to have a think about it and I'll let you know what's happening."
I decided to email him five minutes AFTER his deadline. I said we could meet the following Monday evening.
I spent the weekend with Jacob and Michael at their place. If what I had planned worked, I wouldn't be seeing them for a little while. I just had to convince my husband that I'd got the whole open marriage thing out of my system, show him a bit of respect and love for a while and see if I could continue on with my two favourite doctors.
So he visited. I let him have it, about how disappointed I was that he didn't even put up a fight and just walked away. He just about walked away again, suggesting a divorce and a fifty-fifty split. I wasn't going to let that happen. Despite all I had done the previous week part of me still loved him and I told him so. He was the one I wanted to be married to.
He even said that he thought I only agreed to meet today because I wanted to go out again on the weekend. I almost accused him of spying on me, but realised that it was an innocent statement. I denied it and told him I didn't want or need an open marriage. I think he actually cried when I said that I loved him.
That was a month ago. I've fucked him nearly every day since. Nothing even close to being as good as Jacob or Michael but good enough. I'm glad I fucked him so much because I've been a bit off colour this last week or so. I went to the doctor and found that I'm about 5 weeks pregnant. I wonder whose it is?
- COMMENTS
Cum slut skank marriage isn't going to last he have filed than been done with it.
If you were trying to portray the sluttiest nastiest most vicious skank in the world, this would get 5*****. However, the scoring system is based on whether or not the reader "Likes" or "Dislikes" the story; by that measure this is 1*. "Jen" is a hateful cunt; she won't be able to hide her conduct or her feelings forever. Her "7 figure income genius" hubby should be able to fuck her life up along with her various fuck buddies. When he gets the results of the DNA test back it seems unlikely that he will be the father. And even if he is, he will end up trashing the contemptible whore. 1*; stop writing rather than continue this awful trash.
the poorest story about a collection of human weaklings, users and selfish people I've ever read
No wonder the rating is miserable. Even the readers of "LW" can tell crap from good stories!
She plays the victim but she's a lying cheating fuck pig that needs to be set free.
NORMALLY, ONE FINDS THAT A WAYWARD WIFE PLUS AN ASSHOLE USUALLY MEANS THAT ALL
ASSHOLES DESERVE EACH OTHER. INTERESTING THAT IN THIS CASE ALL THE ASSHOLES OUGHT TO BE EXTERMINATED. AND RETAIN THE METHODS THATWILL BE MOST EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL FOR THE SLUTWHORE.
I’d require a dna test. I wouldn’t raise someone else’s child conceived like that. First of all, I’d never suggest open marriage cause I don’t share. Serious cuck.
Story needs an ending.Hopefuly author produces ending where the baby isn't Scott's and he dumps her.
Wonderful 1star story... Very bad cheating wife storyline. She's a whore no matter how you look at it. She didn't need an open marriage, She was screwing around on him anyways. She is a very selfish slut and never really loved her wimpy husband. Who cares about her bastard child, it's not her cucks kid. She will die of AIDS soon enough. This does not need another chapter.
You have a very selfish, narcissistic woman that committed adultery numerous times and is now pregnant but doesn't know who the father is. She doesn't love him, she just loves his paycheck. I sincerely hope that the baby is not her husbands, and he verifies that with a DNA test, then divorces her (with as little a payout as possible). Maybe she will like being a single mom who can have sex with whoever she wants to. of course it may can a scandal at the hospital, but what does she care?
🥴🥴🥴🥴 .... 💩 FINISH !!!
WOW, I think it‘s for Pulitzer, right ?!
Once a slut, always a slut. Better to get a divorce now, as to latter, so you can move on with your life.
Will have the DNA tests run for the divorce hearing, but so will your soon to be ex-husband and his attorney... so I guess its still too bad for you, right.
that she is a slut and Scott should walk away and this time keep going. DNA that kid.
You should know that it all takes place in the mind and for some huge dicks is analagous to huge tits
Some idiots should just never try to write..… This garbage was a huge waste of time....
Thick 12 inch dicks hurt like hell. The clit is just below the skin. The g spot is never more than three inches up the wall. U guys watch too much hateful porn
because dear annony is a old ugly fag ass fag with ED who hate everything
I would have left this as a one and done. It's still a good read. Thanks for sharing.
The fucking whore should be shot and left in some cornfield or alley somewhere. and if he had any sense he would opt for a DNA test.
This marriage is doomed. Dress it up any way you like, use any term you like, but at the end of the day they are both damaged goods.
She will always lust after the hot sex she had while acting like a slut, and he will never trust her ever.
They are both a couple of fucking morons that deserve to be kicked in the crotch.
A marriage has to be worked on as it is an everlasting work in progress. Anyone who has been married for any length of time will tell you that there will be good times and bad times, and it is the action you take when it all seems to be going pear shaped that defines if you will make it or not. And yes we will all feel temptation at some point. It is how you deal with this temptation that defines you.
But both of their actions in this piece show them to be a couple of immature morons who should have the shit slapped out of them.
An old married man
Hadn't thought about her fucking the guys all week but ir fit with who we thought she really was, right from the get go.
Dummy loves her. Good grief, she admits to doing 8 guys and dummy still thinks he's at fault and they have a marriage.
Pregnant, I thought it would be a possibility on the first part. Okay, what does she want...well, too easy...a seven figure income with a loving dummy, kids to keep hubby and eventually some freedom, here and there to play with lovers that have big cocks.
Will/would he ever catch on - sure, eventually she'll slip up or he'll find something or even get a whiff of her transgressions from a colleague who has seen her or the best one...events at her Hospital Christmas party!
Nobody but her husband gives a shit about this selfcentered slut, terrible story, D.N.A
I don't agree!
Yes, hubby is a foolish wimp, but he's a good guy who loves and (unfortunately!) trusts his wife and wants her to be happy.
We can only hope that somehow he finds out the truth and she pays for her actions.
“At least, I really, really like him.” – Wow, don’t strain yourself!
“Our sex life was comfortable rather than spectacular” – And just what have YOU done to make it spectacular? And how is he supposed to compete with 2 and 8 guys, possibly younger?
“I was beginning to think that there might be something more out there.” – So what would have happened if he DIDN’T suggest the open marriage? Would you have cheated anyway? And again, why the need to humiliate him?
“Dr Jacob Thompson and Dr Michael Bradley” – Oh, so it wasn’t just a casual hook-up, you PLANNED this with them! And as I mentioned earlier, these guys are pretty definitely younger than hubby, of COURSE it’s going to be more exciting with them!
After reading this second chapter, my already low opinion of this woman just hit rock bottom. Her bullshit stories to her husband, her "premeditated" actions, and just general attitude is just over the top. Hopefully she has contracted something from one of the doctors or their "friends" and passed it on to the rest of them. Trash like this all deserve to die a slow and painful death. He's going to be better off without the whore, maybe he can find someone to love him, or at least respect him. Far better than to waste another moment on this piece of trash.
The blood slowly trickled between her eyes as he look down at her motionless body, smiling to himself he thought "she is better off now than the slow death from AIDS" the only question was "did she actually catch aids from Jacob or Micheal?. Oh well better safe than sorry.....good time for a beer" The End
You should get Finish the Damn Story to finish this one. It is incomplete, and you really haven't gone with anymore chapters. This one deserves to be finished, but by Finish the Damn Story. Write him and tell him to finish it please?
LW is a hard place to play in. And it doesn't help that so many cuckolds live in the genre........so go back to the fag shit.....you'll fair better.
wish some parts were included in the first part. now I have a change of opinion, due to the new info. get her drunk or at least high, wait till she's almost asleep, soak her down with kerosene, and light the loving wife(not) up. love to watch her face as she tries to evade the flames. do the doctors house after you zap them, at the same time, while their in it. since hubby doesn't know who the father is. she never loved him anyway. for all the reader knows the red head that got hubby started may have been a plant by the doctors, or the doctors and his wife.
Why bother with the whore surprised she found out she was pregnant more likely to have gotten AIDS poor kid having such a slut like this for a mother
Wife is a low life piece of shit I hope the husband finds out the baby is not his ships her skank ass off to a whore house in mexieco so she can fuck all she wants and have all the skank kids she wants a first rate piece of shit........................................
And this is why I hate all you assholes that like this crap I just skimmed and thought heres another man hating dude that gets off on this garbage
Seems wifey is a little whore. She doesn't know whose it is because she fucked eight men and kept at it. Played the husband, instead of just letting him divorce her...what a bitch. I hope the husband knows when the baby comes and doesn't look like him to leave. She's nothing but a cunt.
I pegged this marriage in one with my response to the first part.
Of course, the only facet this story adds is now we not only realize she doesn't and never really loved her husband... but she's also heartless.
Her husband, who unfortunately for him, maybe turns out TO love her would let her free to enjoy what she seems to really want.
She, on the other hand, plans to grind him into the dust. And, ultimately, why...? Because he have her what she really wanted anyway.
Most guys don't want to marry sluts - so neither Jacob nor Michael are likely to marry her... but hopefully her husband will realize what's going on and divorce her after all.
This couple cannot even agree on how long they have been married? Amazing
A loving wife... Yeah right
shame she cant be forced to live on her receptionist salary, then she could sell her body as she should have done instead of getting married to a guy to support her.
I read the first one and then I got to "my husband is not my soulmate" on this one and stopped. The bitch can go do 9 guy gangbangs all she wants now. What no one ever writes is how fast guys bail on a woman that loves gangbangs! Guys will fuck a whore a few times then they are on to new meat. This whore will be used up in a year or two and then she will be cryin the blues that she "lost the only man that ever loved her" and "all men are pigs" routine. Hubby needs to forget her and move on. Good guys can ALWAYS find another woman!!!
when the lady has been to town... she comes back a slut... liked the story!!!
seems that the way she is talking that she will stray again as soon as she thinks she can. she learned fast to enjoy the other guys and i feel that she is with him cuz of the money. I think he should just move on and find someone that really loves him as she said she don't really love him marriage for the money.
He can't stay with her she went wild at the chance to fuck around with two guys and than she does a eight man gangbang . Hubby knows this and stays with her and now she's pregnant with someone else kid . Time for DNa and divorce , he's rich , still will earn a lot of money and she never really loved him or the sex they had cut her loose in the next chapter and let her see how those guys just want to fuck her. They let their friends all fuck her she's just a pig to them and needs to find that out but to late
Not really much of one, but still it is just a work of fiction written to evoke a response from the reader. Seems to have worked based on the comments.......
....paragraph.
Nope, most of us don't like her crap attitude, abusive and excessive behavior and pre-planned and grotesquely excessive infidelity. Open marriage or not, she went mega-slut and is likely carrying something they will both lethally regret.
The marriage obviously should have died a quick death years ago.
She was obviously not willing to communicate with her job-focused husband about the issues that had crept in. How did he get job-focused? If the fucking princess feels no need or obligation to keep sex interesting, keep him enticed and coming back for more, contribute to building the relationship, why on earth does she think she has any right to complain when he loses interest? She's as much to blame for their boring sex life as he is.
She fully qualifies as a self-important, self-indulgent, narcissistic bitch. He is a juvenile boob, never graduated from the foolish fantasy of his early marriage.
They should have owned their mistakes and parted amicably long ago.
And you should write characters that act, sound and behave like real people, not schizoid nut balls. in spite of how well you presented the story in technical terms, the storyline was so shot up with bad ideas, I can't in good conscience give you more than one star (they don't offer zero stars......yet!).
Why would educated doctors, well informed on BC methods, have bare-back sex? They would also be aware of the liabilities they would face for any child.
So now we know where this story is headed.
Time for Scott to realize that this marriage is at a dead end.
Her threats of physical abuse should be enough reason to call it over.
He should go find a new lower mileage (trophy?) wife.
What does not make any sense is him being so good at making money with the stock market when he is too dumb to use internet banking and can't keep simple facts straight.
How does someone like that keep track of all the companies and their performance?
Without that how does he know when to buy and when to sell?
Nobody is that lucky for that long in the stock market.
This is one of those statements in a story that by being so out of line with the rest of the storyline it makes the writer look bad.
she got know ground to stand on.doctors baby.
But she would have cheated on him anyway! He told her that it was his for fault and he would let her have here freedom, but she is a whore that wants to stay married for the wealthy lifestyle! She is a cheating slut wife and I say BTB!
She admits she never really "loved him as a soulmate" and she ridiculed him with her new fuck buddies! Scott needs to get revenge!
She admits that hubby at least occasionally treated her right (her 30th b-day). I didn't read anywhere in the story that she did anything for him. She doesn't love him, respect him or even want him. What the selfish bitch is a paycheck and life style. If she was so disappointed she should have divorced.
...none of these people actually breed. The race is going downhill fast enough already.
I hope you didn't write this wanting people to like this piece of shit, no class, low-life slut. No wonder this guy didn't want to come back. Who wants to be with a fucking bitch like this woman. I'd get out as soon as possible because any angle you look at it this woman sucks!
to get her stupid brain blown off by a well targeted gun shot!
why would you want your husband back if its so much better with the other guys? And for all the "she a whore people", he's the one that wanted it. She should have dumped his ass when he asked for an open marriage. But she had to want it to, so fuck them both. And the only person I feel so for is the kid she's carrying. A fucked mom wiling to turn a cheater into a cuckold dad. I don't know whose worse.
My problem is that there isn't a likeable character in this mess. They are all, for various reasons, nasty pieces of work. Since there's no one to like, the story simply isn't interesting or entertaining. A complete waste of time to read. UGH!
I like this 62_ goo. A great cautionary tale. The wife realised she is NOT in love with her husband. He has to see that she is not the woman he needs to build a future.
The spouse in an 8 year marriage that suddenly suggests opening up to others, well he/she needs to be slapped up side the head. That is a game changer. Even if the marriage continues a person will always have doubts.
Like your dialogue. Emotionally felt connected to the characters. Gave you 3*s for making a terrible experience into a positive life lesson, lol. For us not your characters otherwise the story would not continue, lol.
AMerryMan
In part 1 i rated 2* and said: "Will the marriage survive? I don't think so...He was the guilty one, but then she also showed her true self..." Part 2 described how right I was...She is just a whore (not just a slut) that married with his money...She only cares about herself...From the husband she wants the money...from the doctors she wants the sex...Of course she will never leave the money...Real money is difficult to find, cocks are everywhere...
The wife states that she doesn't love her husband, but may like him. Hubby is not her soul mate and she was glad to have a open marriage and her studs were wonderful and could go four times a night. Why hang on to hubby especially when she is still planning to have sex with others behind his back. Now she will try and sell hubby this is his kid! If they split, both would be much happier in the long run and it's not like she is going to have to work when she gets her divorce settlement.
A young beautiful woman fucking his eyes out!! How about that as part 3. It would also show how fucked up both of thee people are. And then let the baby be his! That would fuck up these annony. assholes on here who read a story about swinging which was the husband's idea and then get pissed off at the wife. It was a story of how sad these two are and how broken this marriage is. And about how you got these dumb fucks who read these stories knowing the wife or husband cheats and them they get mad and sad nasty things. And yet, Lit. doesn't band them This site gwets sorrier every day
She really is a selfish lying bitch isn't she! She is manipulating and setting up her husband to raise someone else's child, and for her to continue her affair. She say's a "part of her" still loves him and wants to be married to him, yet she feels no remorse about deceiving him about the previous week and the weekend. She just isn't a very nice person is she? As far as I can see her only redeeming feature is that she is a very good looking and a good fuck. as a person she is without a doubt a total loser.
Now at least her hubby with all that money can divorce the cheating bitch and leave her with nothing. But being a slut for other men and a baby that now shell have to find that father so he can support her and her baby and his. I doubt that being a part time receptionist will pay enough to raise a baby. I see her being a prostitute now to support herself and her baby and also to get the sex she needs. That along with one of a dozen men to pay child support. Oh well Her ex hubby with his job and money will be able to find a nice wife that is his soul mate now
Thank you for this side. It let's everyone completely know exactly what kind of person she really is, why it was so easy for her to jump in with both feet and a wide open pussy as well as why their relationship won't last. And since you revel or celebrate in her pregnancy by another, you are granted access into the cuckold fetish and an instant following of other weak willed readers who believe that relationship trust and parenting are simple sidebars to selfish sexual behavior.
but the way people treat marriage and each other nowadays i'm not surprised this author and the most of the rest on this site are the reasons society have so many retards and no moms and dads anymore the kids don't have a chance with no one raising them. Sorry for the rant but i feel better and believe every word i have written.
Both main characters become even less likeable, and except for some stroke material the narrative adds little to the plot. The marriage sounds pretty empty. And a wife having unprotected sex with multiple partners? Obviously no respect for her husband, herself, and especially her child. Wonder where the playboy doctors will run to when hubby hits one of them with a paternity suit? Did I just hear a cash register ring?
It certainly provokes the reader. It is not a useful reply, it is a confession! If she had taped this and listened to it the next day she would have agreed to a divorce. Fascinating how two highly egocentric people insist on staying together.
Well here is of one man's reason of downward spiral ... A lying conniving so call wife
This is her reply! She just dug the hole a yard deeper.
I have never wondered this until recently, but why do the women in these stories want a man who "fucks them with no thought but their own personal pleasure"? I have never met a woman who thinks like that. Every woman I have had the pleasure of having sex with have told me stories about past guys who were horrible in bed. The ironic thing is that they used that very line to describe them. The fact that many authors use that line to describe a pleasurable sexual experience shines a light on how little many of them know about pleasing a woman. I'm just saying.....
As for the story itself, I liked the first one better. In the first one, she was a wife who loved her husband and tried to teach him a lesson. In this one, she was the typical 2 dimensional literotica slut.
It's obvious she's a cock hungry slut who has ZERO respect for her husband.
Just let him go and enjoy her slut life-style.
Feel like I need to take a shower to wash the filth off after reading these 2 stories. Hoped the 2nd one would get better but, no, it only got worse and who cares about any of these assholes. No more.
Garbage, this didn't need to be written, she is just a disrespectful skank.