I'm not exactly sure where to begin. I'll try to limit the backstory as much as possible, and save you the boring details, but here's the history.
So five years ago, my wife Ann asked me for a divorce. I kind of knew it was coming. We were married in our early twenties, and even though we made it twenty two years, for various reasons, it just didn't work out. I wouldn't say it was totally amicable, but for the most part we handled everything like adults.
Everyone knew the reason why we got a divorce. Ann cheated on me. At least twice that I know of. Because of her cheating, friends and family were very supportive of me, including her own friends and family. Their kindness and love were great, but they really didn't know the whole story between Ann and me. I came out looking like the good guy in the divorce, but as everyone knows, there are always two sides to the story.
When Ann and I married, she was twenty four years old, and very attractive. Luckily for Ann and me I guess, the older she got, the better looking she became. She worked out a lot, so she has a very toned body, firm smallish boobs, long blonde hair, and a pretty face with an awesome smile. So you are probably asking, how did I screw this up. Well, here goes.
Simply said, Ann is an extravert, while I would consider myself to be an introvert. She's fun, has a ton of friends, loves going to parties, and participates in the local community theatre. While I on the other hand work in IT, enjoy model railroading, and reading. Also, I don't consider myself to be good looking. I'm in good shape because I do run and exercise, but I was never a chick magnet or considered to be sexy. Ann would say that I am boring, and she'd probably be correct.
It was through one of her theatre friends that I first found out she was cheating on me. By this time Ann was in her thirties, and she had apparently met a fellow actor and they hit it off. I met the guy at least twice at two different parties. Her friend Julie, who I was also pretty good friends with, called me and said we needed to meet, and soon.
Julie said that over the last year she had seen them together a lot, and knew they were very friendly, but didn't think a whole lot about it until she saw the two of them making out outside of a restaurant. Needless to say, I was pissed.
I of course confronted Ann. At first she denied the allegation. It took a while, but she finally confessed. Strange as it seems, I didn't really know the next step. First, I didn't know what I wanted. I knew I didn't want her sleeping with other guys of course, but I wasn't sure if I wanted a divorce, or wanted to remain married and just consider the affair a bad screwup and just move on.
Ann was remorseful, but she told me she wasn't happy in our marriage, which meant she wasn't happy with me. She said she loved me, but there just wasn't any excitement in our marriage, including the bedroom. I wasn't shocked.
When it came to the bedroom, she just wasn't adventuresome. Don't get me wrong, the sex wasn't bad, it just wasn't as great as I would have wished. I spent too much of my free time playing with model trains and hanging out on the computer. Sure, she shouldn't have cheated, but I was partly to blame. I wasn't meeting her needs.
Over the next few months, we spent more time together, going out to eat, exercising together, and working to hopefully make the marriage work. I told her no more theater work, thinking that's where some of the problems started. She was fine with it.
Amazingly, after about a year after the affair, I kind of just quit ever thinking about it. Ann seemed happy, and we were getting along. About this time, she started a new position at work, which was going to require a lot of travel. She was excited about it, and I was excited for her, but in the back of my mind, I'm thinking it is going to be an opportunity for her to meet someone else. I explained to her my feelings. Ann stated there was absolutely nothing to worry about, and what happened before would never happen again. That did not last long.
I'll have to give Ann credit though. She was a lot more protective about her activities this time around. I'm not sure when she started cheating again, with whom, or for how long. It's embarrassing to say, but she could have been at it for up to seven years. I never saw any real evidence that would make me think she was having an affair. Everything seemed fairly normal.
When she started traveling for work, she'd typically fly out on a Tuesday morning, and come back home either on Thursday evening, or Friday late afternoon. We'd go out to eat Friday and Saturday evenings, have sex on Saturday night, and hang out together on Sunday. All day Monday she'd get ready for the work week ahead. It was pretty routine. If and when we had sex, it was pretty routine too.
Yet I loved having sex with Ann. Her body was just perfect. We'd hold each other in bed while lying down. With her backside against my chest, I'd work my hands through her hair and all over her body. She'd immediately turn over and start sucking my cock. When we were dating, and even during the early years of our marriage, she was a bit apprehensive about giving a blow job. That is not the case now. She loves, loves sucking cock. (And apparently not just mine)
After a great blow job, I'd always go down on her pussy with my tongue. Let's just say I'd give it my best effort. Of course she would use her fingers on her clit to help achieve an orgasm. After she came, I'd crawl on top of her and insert my dick in her pussy. She loved to be fucked hard. She would orgasm multiple times usually, I'm pretty sensitive, so it wouldn't take long before I would cum. Most of the time I would either cum on her stomach or tits. She would then roll over to go to sleep, satisfied, but not thrilled.
It was good, the problem was, it was the same thing every time. If she wanted something more from our sex life, she never communicated it to me, and I'm not sure why.
Like I said earlier, life had become very routine. That would all change one Friday night after Ann went to bed after arriving home late from working out of town. Her flight was delayed, so by the time she got to bed, it was around 1 a.m. As soon as she walked in the door, she went to the bedroom, removed her clothes, put on a nightie, brushed her teeth, and hit the bed. Obviously she had had a long and tiring day. When entering the bedroom, she took her suitcase and placed it on the dresser.
I was wide awake, so to be helpful I decided to put her clothes away that were in the suitcase. Underneath a shirt, I found an envelope with her initials. I wouldn't have paid any attention to it, except it was a greeting card type envelope with her initials very nicely written. The envelope had already been opened. My first thought was crap, I missed her birthday or something. But I quickly realized that wasn't the case.
