From a sexual perspective, what follows is a rags to riches story. My name is Mike Lewis. I'm a forty five year old recently divorced retiree. It's a mouthful isn't it? I'm sure to a lot of men my age, that description sounds pretty good. And heck, by the time I actually fit that description, my life was already on the rise.
Two years ago, my Wife, Naomi, went crazy on me and tried to take everything I had, including custody of my then sixteen year old Daughter, Karen. Until this time, my life was rather typical. I was unhappily married but I stayed with my Wife because I promised to on my wedding day and because I wanted a stable home for Karen, who was and is the most important thing in my life.
My marriage wasn't always terrible. I loved Naomi for a long time, but she started to change after we married. She got a little more unhappy every year it seemed. I'm not sure what the problem was, though she claimed it was me. It certainly wasn't stress. I made a ton of money, which she spent liberally. Naomi loved to spend my money, but she also loved to complain about how much time I spent away from home.
Pretty fair, huh?
True, I did travel an awful lot, but sales numbers don't just happen on their own. Getting face-to-face with customers is the only way to stay on top of your business and in control of your destiny.
I used to tell Naomi that if she was happy with a typical six figure income and a smaller home, that I'd be more than happy to change jobs. However, if she wanted the house help, summer homes, ski houses, cars, country clubs, walk-in closets and clothes to fill them, either I would need to work very hard or we would both have to work. She never seemed to accept this reality and she had no interest in working. Naomi had an MBA and was quite capable of earning a substantial income on her own. With the benefit of hindsight, I think she was just lazy and liked to bust balls.
By the time I had reached forty, my marriage was pretty much passionless. What happened to her I have no clue. Our sex was still good, but she just wasn't the same. She never initiated. She acted like she was giving to the needy if she went down on me. All this was very strange to me as this was not the way she'd been for the first eighteen years of our relationship.
She was cold when I tried to talk about it and I did try. I think she felt boxed in and blamed me for her lack of options. The life that she thought she wanted was given to her. I was up to my ass in work so I could sustain it for her. Living in luxury wasn't enough. I was supposed to guide her path to self actualization too? And again, maybe I would have if she'd helped me to understand. That conversation never took place.
Karen was still going to be home for another four years and I wasn't going anywhere until she was at college. In my mind, my Wife had four years to get with it or I was gone.
It never came to that.
A few years back, she started up an affair during one of my longer trips abroad. I was in South America for three weeks and she used her loneliness as an excuse to start an affair, which was easy for her, since she is drop dead gorgeous. Lucky for me, she was totally unaware of the ultra high-tech security system that I had installed a few months prior to her affair.
When I came home from my trip, my Wife seemed a bit out of sorts and she was clearly distant. I'm pretty sure this was her first affair, and she probably wasn't prepared for the guilt she'd saddled herself with. I asked Karen if she knew what was wrong with her Mother and she had no idea, though she did spill one little nugget. Mom had some people over on Saturday night and Karen slept out at her friend's house.
Instinctively, I smelled a rat. I went and reviewed all of the digital recorders that archived the goings on at my home. They are motion sensitive, so I figured this wouldn't be too hard to find. I had this system installed to keep track of my daughter and her friends when we were not around on weekends and to monitor the estate staff and the estate in general. Naomi would not have approved of the snooping, so I never told her. There were three separate cameras for our pool area and that's where my Wife entertained her guests on the evening in question.
It was a small party as my daughter described and when things broke up, one man stayed behind. He and Naomi sat there for a while and had a few more glasses of wine. There was no audio, so I don't know what initiated it, but after a spell, my Wife went over and got down on her knees in front of this guy and gave him a porn-quality blowjob. It lasted about ten minutes and when he came, she swallowed it all like she used to do for me.
I never said the woman had no redeeming qualities.
After the blowjob, they went into our bedroom and had sex several times. Further review found five other instances of sex in my house with this same guy while I was gone. The fact that I had not felt love for her in some time made things much easier to take and emotion was not clouding my judgment. My ego was certainly bruised, but I was ok. Deep inside, I had wanted out for some time. The only issue was how to go about dissolving my marriage to my maximum benefit.
I decided to toy with her a little and I was hoping I could continue to gather evidence showing that she was the one ruining the marriage and that she was unfit to take care of my daughter, who had her current semester plus another full school year before college.
I resolved to keep all my knowledge to myself for the time being and to push my Wife with my behavior. I was never kind to her again unless Karen was around. I was gruff and disinterested in talking to her and when she pressed me, I just said that work was hard and that all she did was spend money. In truth, it wasn't a lie, but I was no longer being nice about it and I left out the part about her being an ungrateful cheating bitch.
I figured that by mistreating her in this somewhat subtle way, I would lessen her guilt about cheating and that she would keep it up.
Boy, was I right.
Not only did I find fifteen more instances of infidelity, but I also found the crème de la crème. Her new man was apparently pretty wild and she allowed him to bring a friend with him to one of their sessions. They double-fucked my Wife in broad daylight out by our pool. It was pretty hot actually, though I doubt it was worth it for Naomi as I used it to take her to the cleaners in divorce court. I can't lie though. I beat off to her double penetration several times. The part where the two men both cum in her face at the same time is just priceless. If Naomi had been that much fun as my Wife, we'd never have drifted apart, but that's just spilt pussy and ass at this point.
I intensified my antisocial behavior and a month after her pool side DP and cum shower, she filed for divorce citing irreconcilable differences.
Ya think?
I told her that she wasn't getting a penny and that I was taking custody of Karen and she laughed in my face. Well, you should have seen the look on her face when we played her highlight reel at the deposition.
My attorney slaughtered hers and I made out like a bandit in the settlement. Out of the goodness of my heart, I agreed to alimony for one year and I gave her use of our Winter home in Vermont for the same time period. She had some time to find another sugar daddy, but I was free and clear and I got everything I wanted, including my daughter.
My Wife left in utter shame and Karen would not even speak to her. She still hasn't and it's been two years now. And no, she never saw the video.
Karen and I had a good year as she finished high school. I worked my tail off and made sure she had a good home. It was easy to work long hours without a nagging wife. I had no relations with any women during that year. I gave all my free time to my daughter, who was pretty devastated after the divorce.
She was accepted into most of the schools she applied to and she decided that she was going to attend UVM. I gave her the house in Vermont as a graduation present. She took great pleasure in evicting her Mother when her year was up. The house was on Lake Champlain and was about thirty-five minutes from Burlington. I told her that I'd be happy to get her a dorm room too, so she had a place on campus. I didn't want her drinking and driving in the new car I bought her.
Yeah, you could say Karen loved her Dad.
After she moved to Vermont, I retired and sold the estate on Long Island. Even with the depressed housing market, I netted 3.8 mil. I also cashed in all my company stock and got a sweet retirement package. I left a large booming client list with them, but it was worth it. I got a ton of cash and they will save huge on commissions over the long haul.
I had well over 6 million dollars in the bank and a solid portfolio on top of that. I decided to move down to South Carolina and live in our huge beach house in Hilton Head that looked out over Port Royal Sound. I bought it years ago and rarely used the place. I had a travel agent who'd been renting it out for me, and the place had been a money-maker, but now it would be my new home.
