Chapter 1: Discoveries
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"You fucking ass!"
Diane looked again, stunned by the image of her husband with this young blonde. She had come in on them just as they were in doggystyle, panting and moaning. She wasn't overly shocked that he was cheating on her – Craig had never really been subtle. She wasn't even shocked at the age of the girl, who was a good ten years younger than her.
It was the fact that Craig was the one getting fucked.
She actually came home at dinnertime for once, after switching with someone for the dreaded nightshift. Diane knew something was wrong as soon as she entered the door. She had only called his name once or twice softly before heading directly to the bedroom. And this was the scene she had opened the door to – a scene she hasn't ever imagined in dread, one that she could never had comprehended existing.
The blonde doll-like girl, clearly no older than twenty-one, was looking toward the door, her tanned breasts bouncing like no breasts over thirty could. She had straps around the sides of her thighs, and her eyes were shut as she fucked Diane's husband with a strap-on, muttering phrases about whether he liked being her bitch. Craig was on his knees, eyes closed and face glowing with moisture and exertion, pushing himself onto her dildo with enthusiasm and vigor, and groaning his assent. There was no possible misinterpretation – he was being fucked by this Barbie of a girl and loving every minute of it. The girl had looked up, seen Diane staring in at them, and instead of stopping, had kept fucking him, smiling and watching Diane's expression. Diane stood there, watching silently as the girl orgasmed wildly and her husband ejaculated all over her brand new designer bedspread. Diane spent a moment wondering how much that would cost to dry-clean, before seeing her husband's eyes open and register her presence. Here was the so-called "man's man" who had never done the dishes, who had never looked up from his sports to notice the new nightie she had bought for him and who had told her what to do for the last nine years. He was being fucked in the ass and loving it. He only managed to stammer a few words before she snapped.
"You fucking ass!" She turned abruptly and left them in the room, her husband grabbing something to cover himself. At the front door, she turned to look at him awkwardly holding her best blue silk nightgown over his messy deflated cock. She suddenly laughed a little hysterically and shook her head. "If you want me to stay, things are going to change around here, Craig. I'll let you know how. Right now – I don't even want to look at you. Clean yourself up." With that, she walked out. He stood there stunned, watching her leave and calling her name. She had never felt more powerful or more turned on in her life.
At her sister's house, she stood in front of the mirror. It was three a.m., and she couldn't sleep. Though she hadn't slept, she also hadn't cried, trying to be strong. She examined herself, looking for flaws. She was 31 now, maybe older than many men liked. Her hair was long but somewhat wilted looking and was more than three colours from multiple dyeing. Her body was still pretty good, maybe a little heavier than she would have liked but, Diane realized amusedly, that was probably how almost every woman felt. Her breasts still showed little sign of drooping, but she knew it might not be long with a woman with breasts as large as hers. Her waist was curvy, leading down to her rounded ass and her pussy, which could probably use a wax. Yes, she thought, it's time for changes, and the first ones need to happen to me. Not for him, but for myself. Men used to look at me, I remember, and I used to feel sexy and good about myself. I want that feeling back.
