The Ungrateful Wife Ch 01

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fact, it's ALL sorts of fucked up shades of grey and the devil, as they say, is in the details, not in some musty old, outdated book called the Bible.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.

Shortly after I married my husband, he got a promotion that required us to move to the west side of state for nearly twice what he currently made. It was a whirlwind year that found us selling our house on the east side and moving to the big city of Seattle where we had no friends or family whatsoever. In an effort to make new friends, my husband suggested we start a board game group online and invite total strangers over to the house to play board games. I was VERY reluctant at first, having never been the type to entertain, but eventually our lack of friends and social loneliness grew tiresome and I reluctantly agreed. That's how we met Guen and Richard.

To be honest, Guen and Richard didn't really feel like "our people" at first. They were nice enough, but sort of an odd couple. Guen was a bit mousey and shy, embarrassed at even the slightest off-color joke or foul language. Both my husband and I had foul mouths, and a dirty sense of humor and Guen always seemed uncomfortable, if not somewhat embarrassed, by our crass behavior at the gaming table. Her husband Richard, on the other hand, was a lot more like us. He was a bit loud and obnoxious at times and, when my husband and I would open the door, he'd be just as filthy and foul as we were, causing his wife to cringe and scold him all the time like a mother scolding a child. "Richard!" she'd exclaim with feigned surprise when he'd tell a dirty off-color joke and she'd often smack him in the arm like a mother might spank a child's hand for reaching into the cookie jar after he was told not to.

I of course wasn't looking for other men, being content in my marriage, but suffice it to say that if I WAS, I wouldn't have been terribly attracted to Richard at first. Frankly, he wasn't a very attractive looking man physically, but his vivacious overconfident personality grew on me and I eventually could see what Guen saw in him and what kept her attracted to him.

When my husband and I pressed about how the two of them met, Guen was immediately ashamed to tell the story even though Richard was more than happy to give up all the gory details. It took months for us to drag the story out of them as Guen kept insisting that "maybe" she'd tell us the full story one day, but not now. Most of it came out over the next few months anyway, as Richard has a habit of trying to get Guen out of her comfort zone and open up more. I can see now why she was so embarrassed to share the details.

It turns out that Richard and Guen were high school sweethearts back in the day when they both were living in Minnesota with their respective families. Guen was a quiet, mousey, rich little church girl from a conservative Christian family and Richard was the loud mouthed, outgoing, pot-smoking rocker-kid from the bad side of town. You now, the type her mother always warned her about. Guen was ashamed to admit that she found herself attracted to the bad-boy that Richard was back then and that they had dated for a little bit before going their separate ways after graduation. Both Guen and Richard had married someone else after high school and Guen ended up moving with her husband to Washington state for a job while Richard remained married to another woman in Minnesota.

Over a decade later, Guen finally realized that she had found herself unhappy in her marriage and realized she had made a mistake in her choice of partners. That was when Richard showed up again in her life having found her on Facebook and starting up a conversation about the good ol' days. The two of them chatted back and forth online for a while, all while she was totally and 100% married, until Richard offered to fly out to Washington to see her again and take her to a concert of some band they both enjoyed back in the day. She reluctantly agreed, and it was enormously difficult for Guen to admit to us, that she was still married to her ex-husband when Richard came out to see her.

While Guen never actually admitted to what happened when Richard came out to see her, it was clear that the two of them had a sexual encounter that weekend and that this had re-kindled that old high-school spark. Months later Guen filed for divorce, won the house in the divorce settlement, and Richard moved out from Minnesota to Washington state to move in with her in hopes of convincing her to eventually return to Minnesota someday soon. They married quickly and Richard set the wheels in motion to take her back to Minnesota. And THAT is mostly what you need to know as our back story.

Now, I want to make it VERY clear here that while some of you might be tempted to see Guen in this story as the tragically harmed and innocent little church-girl she likes to portray, obviously Guen is NOT as innocent as she looks. Not only had she fallen for the rule-breaking bad-boy in high school, but she had cheated on her husband with her ex-boyfriend and within months moved her ex-lover into her now ex-husband's home just like that. So yeah, Guen might actually be a little do-gooder on Sundays at church and even blush with embarrassment at a dirty joke in public, but she has her own little cross to bear in all this. No pun intended.

As it turned out, however, Richard had no intention of staying in Washington state and longed to return to Minnesota as soon as possible. Eventually Richard got his way and, with a little help in the way of Guen's aging parents back in Minnesota needing extra care, Richard convinced Guen to move back to Minnesota and take advantage of the fact that her parents just happened to have a big lake house on private property with their own private lake that would soon be their inheritance and the perfect place for them both to retire and live out their lives together.

Over the few brief years we had come to know them in Seattle, we had grown closer as couples, but not exceptionally close. It was a bit surprising therefore when we were all saying our goodbyes that Richard and Guen insisted my husband and I and a few of our mutual friends promised to come out and visit them at their lake house next summer. As is customary in all farewell speeches, we all agreed that coming out to Minnesota next summer would be great fun and agreed to make it a plan. I never in a million years thought we'd ACTUALLY end up spending a week at their beautiful lake house in Minnesota or that I'd end up cheating on my husband, betraying sweet old "innocent" Guen, lying to all our mutual friends and breaking every ethical code I thought I believed in.

But, that was EXACTLY what happened.