I'm no longer married since I divorced my wife almost three years ago. It wasn't entirely her fault because I'd known she was an incredibly sexual woman. She apparently needed more than one man could provide. I don't believe for a moment that I wasn't satisfying her because every night was a marathon for us that left her quite satisfied and me too.
I honestly believe that she was faithful for the first two years or so of our six year marriage. Somewhere she'd found an additional need not for one man but for at least eight and possibly ten or more. I sometimes think they must have taken turns outside my door -- standing in line to experience her. She was beautiful, witty and possibly a nymphomaniac. She couldn't seem to ever get enough.
I came home unexpectedly one afternoon and when I got into the house I heard noises from the living room. She was fucking a guy on the floor. I left quietly and got back to my car. While I sat there, I saw the guy leave and was thinking of going into the house again and either confronting her or ignoring the event. While I was making up my mind, another car pulled up out front and a guy went into the house with a key to the door.
I waited ten minutes and quietly entered through the back door again. They were in our bed and I watched amazed for more than ten minutes while they exercised sexually. While I watched I wondered and finally went back out to the car without saying anything. I waited until I saw the guy leave with a smile on his face and then decided to call her on my cell phone and let her know that I'd be extremely late. I told her that I'd call before I left work.
It wasn't an hour before another guy pulled up outside and knocked on the door. Apparently this one didn't have his own key, or had forgotten it. I went back to the door, opened it and listened to screams of passion from her. I assumed they were in the bedroom again, but I didn't go in. He was in the house longer than the second guy, but ended up leaving a little more than an hour after he arrived. Another thirty minutes and another car and another guy. This one was there only thirty minutes and he drove off. When the next guy arrived, I'd made up my mind what to do.
I called saying that I was coming home and the guy left ten minutes later. It usually took me almost thirty minutes to drive home. When I pulled forward and into the driveway, I went in the front door and everything was normal. I heard her in the shower and went into the bedroom. She came out ten minutes later and looked radiant with nothing but the towel. When she saw me she ran to me, dropping the towel to the floor, and threw her arms around me. Shortly thereafter we were making love in the bed. I suspect she must have just gotten warmed up when she had to chase the last guy out and was still hot and in need of another fuck.
The next morning I stopped off at a friend's house and asked about his divorce. He gave me the name of a good investigator and I went to see him. When I arrived the guy had just gotten off the phone with my friend who'd called to introduce me. After paying a fee and completing some paperwork I left. The investigator wouldn't start his surveillance for two days yet. I went home and parked where I had yesterday.
Sure enough someone was there and left fifteen minutes after I arrived. I had no idea how long he'd stayed. Ten minutes lapsed and the guy that referred me to the investigator showed up and went inside. I went back to the house and listened for a moment while they made love. This time I found an investigator out of the yellow pages and called and cancelled the first guy's surveillance. The new guy was ready to start immediately.
He filmed six guys in the first day and I couldn't identify them because the ones I'd seen were too far away. Needless to say she didn't fight the divorce.
I came in here Saturday afternoon for a week of customer consultations beginning Monday morning. The company had booked me an executive suite in case I needed to entertain customers. I'd only traveled about eighty miles, but there was nothing pressing at home and I enjoy it here usually. Southern California can be a beautiful place and so Sunday morning I'd checked the hotel lobby and found a rack of brochures for entertainment spots and tours.
I settled on an afternoon tour and an evening tour. I'd been on the afternoon tour to the Queen Mary and just gotten back to the hotel, cleaned up and returned to the lobby to wait. The desk clerk pointed to a group already waiting. It would be forty-five minutes before the tour left so I took a seat away from the rest of the group and near a long hallway.
About ten minutes had passed when I saw a lady of about forty, I'm a terrible judge of a woman's age, walk in and up to the reception desk. The desk clerk hurried to help and then pointed down the long hallway next to my chair. She smiled and apparently thanked him and started toward me. The brochures I mentioned earlier, courtesy phones and access to the restrooms was immediately in front of me.
She was dressed in a thin beige long-sleeved button front sweater and short plaid skirt. The buttons looked to be only about an inch apart and ran from waist to neck. What I noticed first was the way the sweater fit. It looked as if she was wearing a pushup bra that was straining at its task. The upper portion of the sweater seemed to sit on top of her breasts. She had honey-colored hair and beautiful eyes. She was definitely not plain looking, but not a glamour beauty queen. She looked like a nice wholesome woman with a pretty face and a gorgeous body. Her high-heels made her appear taller than she actually was, and accented the calves of her legs.
The legs looked bare and not as if she was wearing stockings. The skirt had a slight swish as she walked and I longed for a strong wind. She smiled at me and continued as I smiled back. She was just past me when as if she'd forgotten something, she stopped and retraced her steps and turned into the alcove and I presumed entered the restroom.
A few minutes later, I looked up as she came out of the room and walked from the alcove, smiled again and continued down the long hallway. I wondered what was down that hallway. It extended toward the front of the hotel and so I imagined a meeting room or possibly a bar. I wanted to follow, but resisted the urge.
Several more minutes passed and I noticed another lady walk in and up to the desk clerk. She had reddish brown hair and mischievous eyes. It was almost a copy of what I'd seen earlier, except this gal was wearing all black. She had on black fishnet stockings, a short black skirt and a kind of long leather looking jacket. The jacket had many buttons and ran from waist to neck also. The neck was kind of a mandarin style and the jacket flared at the waist and ended a couple of inches above the skirt hem. Her black high-heels also accentuated her calves. Her ass was definitely well formed.