Ending Affairs

If what behind this door isn't enough to change your mind, I will let you take this envelope, with our divorce finalized, and we never have to speak again.

That's a pretty bold proposition, but I took in a deep breath and opened the door to darkness. Confused, I turned around to look at him and he grabbed me by my throat, forcing me into the room and slamming the door shut. I tripped over what was apparently the bed, and before I could recover, I felt hands forcing my head down into the mattress and ripping my leggings from the crotch. I let out a scream, but it was muffled by the mattress. Then, someone started to finger me to get me wet, and all I can do is moan through my struggle, all the while someone else is forcing my head up by my hair and forcing their dick down their throat. Then it occured to me. He is giving me my fantasy. He loves me. He still loves me.

The lights came on and when I looked up, all I saw was him filling my mouth with his delicious dick, naked for my viewing pleasure. I was drooling over him, and not just because of what I was doing, but because this man, the man of my life, was giving me the threesome that I have always wanted, and have especially been craving as of late. Basking in the importance of this moment, and wanting to thank him, I grabbed his round juicy ass, and rammed him so far down my throat that I should have thrown up right then, but I had a newfound sense of control over my body, and allowed him to fuck my throat. He let out a loud moan of enjoyment, and I couldn't help but get that feeling expressed as I pulled way. Helping me out was the person who was fingering me and pouring a warm gel on my ass. I look back to see who is there, and a look of complete stupidity came over me. It was Dee, the guy who I had been talking to for about 3 months. I couldn't believe my eyes, wondering how this happened, but I was so turned on that I just let it happen. He circled his fingers around my ass hole to ensure that the lube completely covered the whole area. I loved the sensation so much that I began to moan and rub my clit while he did that, while jerking him off.

Dee then started to rub lube on him, only to slowly slide it into my ass. He pushed, but slid out and forced me onto the bed. I haven't had anal sex since I was happily married, and I didn't know how I would take just anyone just fucking me. But then again, this was my fantasy. My husband got on the bed and laid down. He grabbed me by my hips and had me slide down on him, slowly, and then pulled me down to kiss me as I rode him. Oh my GOD his dick felt SO fucking good inside of me. As I was doing this, Dee slid inside of my ass. In pleasure and pain, I couldn't contain myself from screaming. I let out a scream more shrill and conceding than in the mattress at the beginning of this encounter. Within a few seconds, mainly because of the action, I began to rub my clit and couldn't help but squirt, uncontrollably, all over my husband, while they continued to fuck me harder and harder. I was on all fours, back arched, not moving a muscle except for my hand, as they fucked me from behind and below, thrusting harder and harder, balls smacking in a rhythmic tempo, one after the other, back and forth. I couldn't control my body's reaction, and I just collapsed.

I woke up, to his arm around me, cuddling me like he used to. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but I was in pain, though a good kind of pain. It was 5:30 in the morning, according to his alarm clock. I lightly snuck from under his arm to go to the door to grab the envelope. I removed the taped envelope from the door, and walked with it to the dining area and turned on the light. There was definitely something different about the envelope, as it was bulker than it was before. I opened it, and poured out the contents. Inside was a packet, a pair of leggings, two lined pieces of paper folded in half, and a lighter. I went for the leggings first, and a smile crept across my face.

Next was the packet of papers, which were all of the divorce papers, signed and dated for yesterday. He was sincere about what he said, because every single page was signed. Lastly were the two other papers. I opened up the first one:

I'm sorry that I led you on. I met your husband about a year ago when we worked together. He told me that he wanted to win you back, but he couldn't do it alone. I was totally against tonight, but I know that this was his grand gesture. He ultimately set me up with you to get you to like me, especially physically. I kept turning down your advances in an effort to keep your relationship with him intimate. It's not to say that it wasn't hard, but I did it for him. He told me to make our relationship as realistic as possible, even to go as far as bashing him to you, which I did. He told me to treat you the way that you wanted to be treated; to show you what respect you deserve. He told me I would have my chance to be with you, as a reward for my persistence, I just didn't expect all of this. I really like you, but out of respect for the both of you, you won't be seeing me again. I like and respect the both of you, and thank you for trusting me with this secret, and am proud to have had a hand in potentially repairing a marriage.

All the best,

Dee

Tears flooded my eyes and streamed down as I read his heartfelt letter. I never would have thought that he would go to these lengths to prove his love and loyalty to me. Manipulative and stalkerish, but sexily flattering. But next was the second paper.

By now, I know you have read Dee's letter. You experienced my apology and oath to never go back on my vows to you again. So do us both a favor, and burn these papers. If they are gone, then I know that you want me back and I will move back in next weekend.

In addition, I am formally apologizing for the past. What I did to you, and have done to you was less than you deserved. I was self conscious and immature about my feelings based on the past. I'm tired of letting the past hinder us and our marriage. I want to have a family with you. I don't want to lose you again. YOU are the love of my life, my best friend, the best sexual partner a man could ask for, and above all you are my wife. I don't want the past to change your future with me. I will be better.

Sincerely,

Your Husband

P.S. Get used to living out your fantasies bitch. Because more of this is coming.

Yes daddy. Yes they are.