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This story is a bit long, but I plan to post it in separate posts, so as to break it up a bit. Otherwise, it might be too long to read straight through.
To begin with, a little backstory so you’ll understand where I’m coming from.
Jeri and I have been together 17 years. Married for 15 of them. I’ve known her since school days, but back then, she was in the 8th grade when I was a Senior and that just wasn’t socially acceptable and her father was dead-set against it. I went my way, married a horrible creature from Hell and she married it’s fraternal twin and after years of torture, we both met up again when we tried our hands as divorcee’s in college. I realized I never was truly over her.
She isn’t what other people might consider ‘gorgeous’ but she always had a voluptuous body. Huge breasts, round hips and legs that made my mouth water. Her face was cute, but not what you might call pretty. To me, she was gorgeous though. We wed, had some kids and she was the perfect missus. Conservative, shy, bashful, but way too conservative in the bedroom. She rarely would allow me to touch her breasts. She always felt that people identified her by them and they were always either too tender or too sensitive or too sore. Sex was missionary or eventually (finally) doggy style. I could count the number of times she let me go down on her on one hand and even then, she nearly dislocated my jaw trying to get away. She claimed she was too self-conscious, but I felt she was trying to deny me what I always wanted.
I tried to spice things up by introducing her to the idea of a 3-way. That went over like a lead balloon. Even a MFM 3-way didn’t go well with her. Then I found her weakness. Alcohol. After a night of too much drinking and getting a little crazy in the bedroom, she finally admitted to me that the idea of a MFM enticed her and she actually thought about it that night while we were doing it and it made her cum harder. ‘Really?’ I asked, and she said yes. I got more aroused and we ended up having sex again, all the while talking about what we could do while having the MFM.
The next day she didn’t mention it at all. I waited all day, but nothing. That night, with no alcohol to help grease the skids, I feared that she may have forgotten or would be so embarrassed by it that she would be offended. But when I spooned up next to her and kissed her neck, I whispered “When would you like me to set up the 3-way?” and she practically raped me. She admitted that she was wet all day thinking about it and didn’t know if I had been serious or not. We used the idea of the MFM for about a month to fuel our sexual fire and finally decided to try it. We decided to ask a younger friend of ours (against my better judgment) to join us. She trusted him and felt he would keep his mouth shut and protect her ‘reputation’. I wanted to find a stranger that we’d never have to face again. As it turned out, he was too young, too immature and kept dropping hints afterwards that he would steal her away or do things with her while I was at work, thinking he was being funny, but in reality, it was all just in bad taste. The whole thing turned out to be a giant bomb.
Time goes on, and our sex life dwindles back to a dull shadow of what it once was.
We move closer to home and make a few new friends and her social drinking starts to become drinking to excess. And as her drinking increases, her bashfulness decreases. She starts flashing her huge double LL cup breasts at our male friends and laughing at the shock and amazement (and yes, excitement) that results. She even starts making rude comments offhandedly towards me and when I try mentioning to her that her statements are hurtful, she becomes a total bitch. She has no memory of any of it when she wakes up and that’s when I know that her drinking has become a problem. We talk and she agrees, no more drinking unless I’m there.
But, again, once she starts drinking, I can’t stop her. She becomes hateful, says some of the most hateful things I’ve ever heard and becomes even more brazen.
The final straw, as they say, came when we drove two hours to Oklahoma City to meet up with some old friends and spend the day shopping. It ended up being late and we decide to rent a hotel suite for the night. We all lounged around in the hot tub, drinking and when I went to get more ice, I come back and the women are topless and my buddy is shaking his cock at them and they’re all laughing. I couldn’t have been gone more than three minutes and it ended up being a rated X hot tub party. He explained that just popped off that he’d love to see her ginormous titties and his wife laughed and said, ‘me too!’ Jeri said, if you want to see mine, you have to show yours first so off came her top and down came his shorts, so she complied. Then he decided to get excited and start shaking his pecker at them.
I went back to the room and they followed. My buddies wife made it clear that ‘we aren’t swingers’ and that I wasn’t to get any ideas, and she went to bed..bare assed naked and on top of the covers. Jeri wanted a shower to get the hot tub water off of her and disappeared. I went to check on our part of the suite and after a bit, she showed back up with my buddy in tow. Both were naked and wet. Apparently he ‘helped’ her take a shower, but ‘nothing happened’.
I was pissed and was trying to explain to her that although I didn’t mind her flashing her tits to frustrate other guys, I didn’t like the idea of her taking showers with them and I definitely didn’t like the idea of sharing her. About then, my buddy walks back in and see’s Jeri laying on the bed naked. He’s still nude and actually asks me, “Mind if I get a little? My wife’s asleep and won’t let me have any.” Before I could tell him to fuck off, Jeri says, “I could lay against the edge of the bed and he could get me from behind.”
I was so pissed I couldn’t see straight. I hadn’t kept track of how much she drank, but for her to act like this?
He was going on about how he would spank her ass and fuck her hard and pull her hair and bite her nipples and I could see her reflection. She was getting off on the idea. She always preached to me about how she liked to be made love to softly and gently and slowly and carefully and here he is talking about how he was going to be brutal. I told him that she liked to be treated gently and she told me to shut the fuck up. Then she announced she needed to pee and wanted me to help. While I took her to bathroom we talked a bit and she informed me that OTHER men fuck her hard and spank her ass, but her husband has to be gentle and caring. I informed her that other men shouldn’t be touching her.
It was then she started crying and told me she was sorry, that it was the alcohol and she didn’t know what she was doing.
We shoved my ‘buddy’ out of the room and the rest of the weekend was stressful.
Fastforward three weeks.
Jeri calls me and asks, ‘How much do you trust me?’ Immeasurably, I tell her. Her High School reunion is the next weekend and she’d like to go. No problem. ‘But there might be alcohol.’
As long as she promises not to overindulge and if she does, call me. Agreed.
She goes, she calls me periodically, everything seems fine. It gets extended and there’s a party at a friends house afterward. No problem. It goes into the wee hours. She calls and tells me that someone spilled a drink on her and she is going to take a shower so if she is pulled over she won’t smell like a brewery. Ummm…what about your clothes? Alarm bells go off in my head.
She drags in about 4AM. Tells me about all the fun they had and what all happened and blah blah blah. Then she jumps my bones. As soon as I enter her, I know. She’s fucked somebody. She not only SMELLS like another man, her pussy is stretched out and its RAW inside. I went limp almost immediately. She never even realized. She was so smashed she never realized what was going on behind her. She goes to pee and I’m laying there feeling like…ick. I can smell HIM on me and its just gross.
I ask her, who did you fuck and she plays stupid. ‘Are you trying to test me?’ I lay it out for her and she starts crying. Begs me not to leave her, she’s so sorry, it just happened, the typical lines. I find out it was this asshole from school that is supposed to have a dick like a horse and I’m MORTIFIED. One of his ex-girlfriends told us years ago that he was a total asshole and she hated him, but she missed his cock. She said it was like a small Red Bull can with a head on it. Said she measured him once and he was a solid 9 ½” long and over 7 ½” around.