The Ungrateful Wife
Confessions of a Self-Professed Size Queen
Chapter 1
There was a time, way back at the beginning of all this, that even I would have told you that there was nothing, and I mean NOTHING that my sweet little innocent friend Guen could have done in life that was deserving of me fucking her husband behind her back for the past five years of their marriage. But today, as I was staring at myself in the full-length mirror holding my big double D's from bouncing all over the place while her husband pounded my poor little pussy deep over and over again and watching myself cumming all over every inch of his big fat cock in HER bed as a camcorder beside us continued to film, I had to reflect on how it is I had come so far in such a short time.
Maybe you're one of those people for whom the world is black and white. There is WRONG behavior and there is RIGHT behavior and there is never any excuse for wrong behavior. For people like that, there's no forgiveness for me. End of story. Period. Full stop. Sleeping with my good friend's husband simply makes me a whore and therefore I should die a horrible death in the lake of fire on judgement day or some shit like that. That is, if you believe in such a thing. My good friend Guen probably does sadly, but I'm not so sure her husband does. In fact, I know he doesn't.
But for me, the world isn't all that black and white. In fact, it's ALL sorts of fucked up shades of grey and the devil, as they say, is in the details, not in some musty old, outdated book called the Bible. Sorry if that bothers your sensibilities. It certainly would Guen's. Maybe in MY shoes you would have been the consummate good girl like her and continued to walk the straight and narrow. Then again, maybe you don't FULLY understand all the facts or have ANY idea what a forty-something-year-old woman with a husband who has erectile disfunction really needs in life.
Before we begin, however, I want to be clear that even I didn't respect myself when it first started happening. I NEVER in a million years thought I was capable of such a thing. Then again, in hindsight I guess I was being VERY naive.
And, before you start feeling sorry for my husband in all of this, I want to be clear of one more thing. My husband knows! Maybe it wasn't something he knew about in the beginning, I'll admit that, but NOW he knows and he's perfectly ok with it. In fact, on more than one occasion my husband has actually bailed Richard and I out of a hot mess when we were nearly about to get caught. My husband and I are good. Unfortunately, it's only Guen who probably would have an issue with all of this. In other words, three out of four of us totally understand what this is. It's not my fault Guen can't figure it out. I know, I know. That makes me sound like a shitty friend, but let me explain.
In order to understand my role in all this we have to discuss a little bit about how we all met. I met my husband, Jason, online after losing my life-partner to a tragic and terrible automobile accident. After many months of grieving, I finally re-entered the dating pool where I met a man online describing himself as recently divorced and looking to find true love. Turns out my husband-to-be wasn't ENTIRELY honest about the whole "divorced" part and the fact was that he was still legally married (though separated) when we met and was in the process of filing paperwork and finalizing his divorce. In any case, he came clean relatively quickly about those little pesky details and somehow I stuck it out long enough for him to prove that the divorce was legit and final before I moved in with him to the home he and his wife had shared together for over ten years. Jason and I were married a year later.
Early in our marriage I discovered that my husband had been living in a loveless, sex-less marriage for nearly a decade before his inevitable divorce and had somewhat grown accustomed to being alone and taking care of himself (both emotionally and physically). To top it off, my new husband had become guarded and, unbeknownst to me at first, had secretly vowed never to fall in love again and let his heart be broken like it had with his first wife. He was looking for companionship, not love and, had I known that, I never would have married him. Having said all that, I'm glad that I did because we are very much in-love now despite what this story might lead you to believe. How exactly my husband finally opened his heart again to fall in love is something you'll have to hear to believe but we'll save that part for later. Let's talk a bit about Guen and Richard now.