"When I ran into Jeff on my night out with the girls I remembered when we were going together and how he would go three, four and sometimes even five times a night. I wondered if he still could and when he made a move on me I went to a motel with him. It was just sex Rob. There was no love or affection, just plain hard sex. He gave me the one thing you didn't. He got me off two or three times every time we got together. It was only sex Rob. It did not lessen the love I have for you one iota. If the choice is you and no sex life or Jeff and great sex I chose you Rob."
"Gee Barb, I'm so happy to know that. Let me ask you something. When I come home from work and you don't feel like cooking and you say, "Can we go out to eat" do I take you out?"
"Yes you do."
"When you come up to me and tell me you have had a bad week and you would like to go out, party and let off some steam do I take you out?"
"Yes Rob, you do."
"In fact, don't I usually do what you ask me to do?"
"Almost always."
"Then why in God's name didn't you say to me, "Rob, my sex life sucks" and then ask me to do something about it? You never complained so how was I supposed to know? My sex drive isn't all that strong and Tuesday and Saturday were fine with me and you went along with it. If I fed you hot dogs every night of the week and you got tired of eating hot dogs would you tell me? Fucking A you would, but talk to me about something as important as your sex life? Oh no, can't do that. I'll just go out and fuck some other guy.
"At least it is nice to know that if you had a choice you would choose me over Jeff, but you don't have the choice Barb, I do. And since I have to choose between living with a faithless whore or divorcing her I choose divorce. I gave you your chance to talk and now we are done. Please don't bother me any more. Anything else you need to say you can say to me through my lawyer. Please leave."
"Rob, please, don't do this. I love you baby, I really do love you."
"Go Barb, just leave."
Tears were running down her face, but she got up and left without another word.
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The divorce was final last week and I haven't seen or spoken to Barb in the last six months. I miss her, I really do. I still love her and I suppose that I always will. If I had just started up my car and driven away when I saw her get into that back of her car with Jeff and then confronted her with it when she got home we might have been able to work things out. But I didn't drive away and there was no way I could ever stay with her after watching her do what she did on that back seat.
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What a stupid bitch. Out of all the excuses she could have made the stupidest one was used. Just another of the idiotic cunts who believe "It's only sex. I love only you" excuse ever works. Actually if the name of this genre was changed from "Loving Wives" to "Stupid Cunts" nothing would change.
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Generation changed
@Sugna In the USA the more and more % of 25-30 years old men do not want to be husbands!
Women complain less and less men want to be married husbands in the 25-30 years age. The sad side: In the USA some thing changed the women have in average 25-26 sex partners before marriage and millions of men are who are virgins above 30 years. The net porn sites are cheaper as a marriage and the net porn do not bring home STDs, bastards, violent con loverboys etc....
Many 25-30 years old single men complain wives with the extramarital sex can bring bastards into the marriage and after divorce they have to pay the children support in a lot of USA's states. I laughed when I heard women begin to support such movement the ex husbands do not pay children support in such USA states where the family law is old style and the ex husbands pay children support to bastards! They are afraid the lack of husband candidates. Ha...Ha...Ha...
The 25-30 years old generation complanin the sociaty background show the husbands to be negative persons, for example in movies, TV serials, soap operas so the more and more % of 25-30 years old generation want to avoid the marriage.
I think the sexual majority 25-30 years reader meet the cuckolding stories they will think they decaided well to avoid the marriage...............to eat creampie from strangers as a marriage.more...
Anon's story is 5***** as JPB's
Anon We need more sexual majority authors here. Why do you write this to a story?
Wow
That was almost as good as a JPB story.
Good for you.
Short and sweet!
Same thing happened to me, kind of. My fiancé and I were about three months from our wedding day when she decided it might be best if she fucked her old boyfriend for old times sake. I guess she liked it pretty well, because then she went back to him again and again. We didn't live together and had our own apartments. I knew about him, he was a friend until he broke up with my wife to be and moved away, then she and I got serious.
I found out he was the only guy she'd been with, he'd popped her cherry and banged her on a regular basis for about 2 years. Between him and me, she admitted to fucking another guy about 10 times, but for some reason, she didn't really count him because his cock was long and thin. Weird. Now, I'm no shrimp in the cock department, about 7 1/2" long and thick at 6" around. But as inexperienced as I was, I knew her cunt was a little 'loose'. No matter, I had fun and thought she had fun with sex and I was in love.
It turns out, Tom had a horse cock. About 9" long and over 7" around is what I found out later. About two week before our wedding, my best friend, just like the story, stopped by and told me the bad news. Tom was going to her apartment and she was spending the night at his house, a few miles out of town. Like all men or women cheated on, I couldn't believe it. Seeing is believing and I waited until my buddy called again and said he followed her to Tom's house.
I got my video camera and my buddy picked me up and then dropped me off a little away from Tom's. I eased up in the dark and they weren't even in his bedroom with the drapes pulled, he was banging her in his hot tub on the back deck, bent over the side. I got it on video for a while and when he busted his nut in her, just like JPB's story, I set my camera down and clapped. How I did it with a broken heart I'll never know. But I jumped over the railing and onto the porch, walking right over to them. They both pulled back into the water, as far away as the could. I went around until I was next to my fiancé and grabbed her hand and pulled her engagement ring off and just left.
Of course, she called and called, while I avoided her. For a week I avoided her, even when she stopped by the house. She got ahold of my parents, her parents and even our siblings to try and get me to talk with her. I avoided them too and erased their messages. I loaded my camping gear and snuck out of town, after changing the locks on my door and asking the police to keep an eye on the place. I was owed 2 weeks of vacation I'd planned to take for our honeymoon and was even reimbursed when I called and cancelled at the resort we planned to stay at.
I was gone for the full two weeks and when I came back, it was to pick up my stuff from my apartment, I'd found a new job about 450 miles away. No one was around or saw me as I packed everything owned and drove away. In three days I was moved into a new apartment and started my new job which paid marginally more than my previous one but at least no one knew where I was and would leave me alone.
Now you knew that wouldn't be the end of my story, didn't you? After the verbal drubbing my parents and everyone else left on my phone, I didn't want to talk to anyone. But I did make about a dozen copies of my ex's sex tape and sent it to everyone, her folks, my folks, our siblings, her and even good old Tom! I drove to another state about 200 miles away to mail them.
I didn't contact anyone over the next 5 years. My parents, excoriating me over needing to accept my ex's 'mistake', although they hadn't known what the 'mistake' was, both angered and hurt me. And hurt of course, is the most powerful of all. My job ended up better than I'd hoped at a time when I just wanted escape. I moved up and within 3 years was making more than I'd ever dreamed, just barely into six figures, this being in the early 90's when it was a lot of money! In 5 years, I had nearly doubled that. I lived alone, had my own home which was very nice, a split level rambler with 5 bedrooms and 3 baths. It sat on 15 acres with no neighbors.
It was a nice Saturday morning when I was on my front porch with a cup of coffee and a full carafe when I saw a car pull up. I just sat and watched, not bothering to get up when my brother and sister stepped out. They were silent when they walked up on the porch and sat, while I watched curiously, not sure how they would have found me. Without saying anything I got up and went into the house while they waited and came back with two cups and poured their coffee. Both took cream and sugar but I sure as hell didn't offer any and they didn't ask, just started sipping their own coffee.
"Everyone is sorry, Jake." My sister was the first to speak. I just looked at her.
"We all saw the tape and the instant we did, it was obvious how wrong we all were." Still, I didn't say anything.
Then William broke in. "Why didn't you stay, Jake? Just run off and hide? What happened to your balls?" That pissed me off and I just got up, took my cup and carafe and went back into the house and slammed the door behind me. They took the hint and I heard their car leaving.
My mom and dad showed up the next day. They were apologetic and learned from my brothers mistake, not blaming me for anything. They just apologized and then talked, catching me up on everything. Apparently, and during this entire visit I sat and listened until toward the end, Teri, my ex, had eventually moved in with Tom. It lasted about 3 months and by that time, neither could stand the other. She had moved back to her old apartment and was still working the same old job, rarely even dating, but staying in contact with my folks, wondering if they'd heard from me. When I'd had enough, I stood, thanked them and hugged my mom and shook my dads hand. Then I went back into the house and closed the door.
It was only about 3 weeks later and those SOB's told Teri where I lived. I didn't hear the car drive up and the doorbell was a surprise. The car was one I didn't recognize and when I opened the door and saw it was Teri, I just closed it in her face.
Teri must have been really surprised when the door opened back up. By that time I was already watching TV and my wife answered it, telling me not to be rude, while holding our 3 year old on her hip! She invited Teri in and asked if she could help her, not realizing who she was. This was my chance. I stood and walked over to where Teri and my wife stood there.
"Teri, this is my wife Joan and my son, tye. Joan, Tye, this is my whore ex girlfriend who screwed me over with an old boyfriend right before our wedding."
Then I turned, took my seat in my favorite chair and turned Sportscenter up.more...
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