My wife wasn't a whore, but she did start letting her old boyfriend bang her. One night per week, Thursday night, I had to spend a night away. It was my long run and drove a truck with a sleeper because of it. It was small and uncomfortable, but got the job done.
Then I broke a wheel and before I could stop with 80,000 pounds, the axle broke too. My boss sent a wrecker out and drove to pick me up. By all rights I should have spent the night away, but instead, I was delivered to my front door at 8 p.m.
Not thinking much about it, I let myself in and used the toilet. It was as I was beginning to unzip, I heard a rhythmic sound overhead in the master bedroom. After doing my business I head up to see if Annabelle needed help.
Imagine my surprise when instead of Annie fucking herself with her dildo, I recognized her old high school boyfriend, who popped her cherry, between her thighs and pounding away. They were both grunting, groaning and moaning, working toward the big finale. I was capturing every moment on film, with my cellphone. If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it, this was the woman who went off the pill only a few weeks before, telling me we were starting our family once I was home for the weekend.
I turned and left and judging by the sounds behind me, Annie had either seen or heard me. Grabbing my keys as I went through the kitchen toward the garage, I was out the door and pulling away in less than 60 seconds.
The next two months were spent avoiding the whore. A thousand texts, emails and messages were left by I didn't read or listen to any of them. Instead I sent her the video, along with her parents. My truck was repaired and after sharing my woes with my boss, he agreed to send me out on the longer runs. That way I would spend little time at home.
Before Annie could hunt me down, I applied for and was accepted at another shop, this one in Utah instead of S California. I waited until sure Annie would be gone to work and stripped the house of only my stuff. While picking it all up, it became obvious to me that her boyfriend was staying with her. His clothes and toiletries were in the bathroom and bedroom.
I spent 4 years working out of Ogden before transferring to Missoula, MT. I enjoyed Ogden, but when I pulled into the shop with my truck and saw Annie waiting for me, it was time to move on. My cell number was still the same and I received the same weekly email from her without fail. I'd begun reading them all and they were either begging for forgiveness, wanting to let bygones be bygones, or raging at me for leaving without a word.
Missoula was fantastic. I found a place toward Sealy Lake, 4.3 acres and built a small home. Only about 800 square feet, there was a carport for my pickup. No power saved me thousands, instead I run everything off propane. When I need power, I start my Honda generator for a few hours of lights, internet (like now) and television.
Annie still writes me each week. No, I've never answered. Am I still married? I hope not. You see, my old buddies back in Cali tell me she has lived with about 4 different guys after her boyfriend broke us up. She's had four kids now, supposedly by four different guys. I've not seen her since she tracked me down in Utah but I guess she's put a few pounds on.
Yet I could care less. You see, I met the sweetest gal who guided me on Flathead lake for big Lake Trout. We're not married but she goes everywhere with me in the truck. Driving only in the western US, she loves riding along. My newest boss gave me a truck with a larger sleeper just to keep us both happy. We made good money and she loves living in the middle of nowhere with absolutely no one nearby and no power.
Annie? She still lives in our old place with her rug rats and whatever man she has moved in.
On the face of it, it is a simple slut wife story. The part that always interests me is how a woman can cheat and then lie to her self that she loves her husband in order to feel better about herself. Clearly, cheating on your spouse is an act of selfishness and contempt for the spouse and the marriage. It is a declaration of a total lack of love. Most of the men that I have met who cheated on their lives do not pretend to have loved them. In fact, none of them understand what love really is at all. Women are no different, except that they are liars. They lie so often that they have trouble separating truth from fiction. The funniest part is their ability to lie to themselves, and to believe it.
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Anonymous01/16/17
WHY'D SHE DO IT?
By that I mean why would a cum slut bother sending cards when she obviously got the life she wanted? Maybe the writer should have just left it that he never heard from her personally anymore but through the grapevine got word that she had died of AIDS due to her hyper promiscuous lifestyle. Maybe even heard that 3/4 of the people in her office had either died of the disease or were in the final stages and the office and all aquainted with it had been declared an outbreak area. Now that would have been the way to leave that story. Atomic revenge on all, even the ones he didn't even know about.
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I'm glad he divorced her
My wife wasn't a whore, but she did start letting her old boyfriend bang her. One night per week, Thursday night, I had to spend a night away. It was my long run and drove a truck with a sleeper because of it. It was small and uncomfortable, but got the job done.
Then I broke a wheel and before I could stop with 80,000 pounds, the axle broke too. My boss sent a wrecker out and drove to pick me up. By all rights I should have spent the night away, but instead, I was delivered to my front door at 8 p.m.
Not thinking much about it, I let myself in and used the toilet. It was as I was beginning to unzip, I heard a rhythmic sound overhead in the master bedroom. After doing my business I head up to see if Annabelle needed help.
Imagine my surprise when instead of Annie fucking herself with her dildo, I recognized her old high school boyfriend, who popped her cherry, between her thighs and pounding away. They were both grunting, groaning and moaning, working toward the big finale. I was capturing every moment on film, with my cellphone. If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it, this was the woman who went off the pill only a few weeks before, telling me we were starting our family once I was home for the weekend.
I turned and left and judging by the sounds behind me, Annie had either seen or heard me. Grabbing my keys as I went through the kitchen toward the garage, I was out the door and pulling away in less than 60 seconds.
The next two months were spent avoiding the whore. A thousand texts, emails and messages were left by I didn't read or listen to any of them. Instead I sent her the video, along with her parents. My truck was repaired and after sharing my woes with my boss, he agreed to send me out on the longer runs. That way I would spend little time at home.
Before Annie could hunt me down, I applied for and was accepted at another shop, this one in Utah instead of S California. I waited until sure Annie would be gone to work and stripped the house of only my stuff. While picking it all up, it became obvious to me that her boyfriend was staying with her. His clothes and toiletries were in the bathroom and bedroom.
I spent 4 years working out of Ogden before transferring to Missoula, MT. I enjoyed Ogden, but when I pulled into the shop with my truck and saw Annie waiting for me, it was time to move on. My cell number was still the same and I received the same weekly email from her without fail. I'd begun reading them all and they were either begging for forgiveness, wanting to let bygones be bygones, or raging at me for leaving without a word.
Missoula was fantastic. I found a place toward Sealy Lake, 4.3 acres and built a small home. Only about 800 square feet, there was a carport for my pickup. No power saved me thousands, instead I run everything off propane. When I need power, I start my Honda generator for a few hours of lights, internet (like now) and television.
Annie still writes me each week. No, I've never answered. Am I still married? I hope not. You see, my old buddies back in Cali tell me she has lived with about 4 different guys after her boyfriend broke us up. She's had four kids now, supposedly by four different guys. I've not seen her since she tracked me down in Utah but I guess she's put a few pounds on.
Yet I could care less. You see, I met the sweetest gal who guided me on Flathead lake for big Lake Trout. We're not married but she goes everywhere with me in the truck. Driving only in the western US, she loves riding along. My newest boss gave me a truck with a larger sleeper just to keep us both happy. We made good money and she loves living in the middle of nowhere with absolutely no one nearby and no power.
Annie? She still lives in our old place with her rug rats and whatever man she has moved in.
Interesting
On the face of it, it is a simple slut wife story. The part that always interests me is how a woman can cheat and then lie to her self that she loves her husband in order to feel better about herself. Clearly, cheating on your spouse is an act of selfishness and contempt for the spouse and the marriage. It is a declaration of a total lack of love. Most of the men that I have met who cheated on their lives do not pretend to have loved them. In fact, none of them understand what love really is at all. Women are no different, except that they are liars. They lie so often that they have trouble separating truth from fiction. The funniest part is their ability to lie to themselves, and to believe it.
WHY'D SHE DO IT?
By that I mean why would a cum slut bother sending cards when she obviously got the life she wanted? Maybe the writer should have just left it that he never heard from her personally anymore but through the grapevine got word that she had died of AIDS due to her hyper promiscuous lifestyle. Maybe even heard that 3/4 of the people in her office had either died of the disease or were in the final stages and the office and all aquainted with it had been declared an outbreak area. Now that would have been the way to leave that story. Atomic revenge on all, even the ones he didn't even know about.
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