This is the pilot of a possible series of true stories about a middle-aged woman who begged for her partner's attention but ended up in a never-ending series of satisfying sexual encounters with younger men from many walks of life when she was denied his love and affection. This story and every single one that may follow in this series details each and every
true
encounter WendyK has had since she embarked on a career of cheating. This is not a confession nor is it a closed diary of events. She continues cheating to this day and remains unemotional and certainly unapologetic about it.
These are her stories...
The WendyK Chronicles
S01 E01 - The Beginning
It makes sense to first describe the subject of our story, Wendy. That's not to say that the appetizing visual image of her you will get will cause you to forget her misdeeds when it comes to her marriage or even forgive them. Instead, you might begin to understand the why and the how. Understanding either of those two things is not a requirement to move forward. Unbutton your pants, slip your hand inside and rub what's down there as you bear witness to Wendy's enjoyment of the local selection of young men.
Wendy is average of height for a woman at five foot six and weighs around one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She's a slim woman with 34C breasts that still hang pleasantly on her chest and sway like a pendulum when the time is right. The right time just happens to be when she's bent over with a cock barreling in and out of her pussy.
Her short, dark hair is reminiscent of the Jamie-Lee Curtis of old most are familiar with. Her skin is copper toned and youthful looking despite her age. She wears thin, silver colored wire frame glasses that make it easy for her to look you over above the tops of the frame with only a subtle downturn of her head. She could be taken as the stereotypical schoolteacher with that trademark look of hers. Given the current events, that would not have been a wise career choice.
The man she married forgot her personality and her explosive personality. He used to barely be able to contain himself on his way home from work every single day. His dick would harden as soon as he got into his car in the parking lot and wouldn't soften again until he dumped his load in her cunt. She knew this and often waited for him on their bed wearing nothing but what nature provided her. They fucked morning noon and night and, in every position imaginable.
The weekends were no different. As she scampers through the house busy with her chores, he took every opportunity to make her his bitch and she loved it. A simple task took hours to accomplish. She often took to just staying nude as it was easier than picking up clothing all day long that she nearly ripped off while satisfying her own needs.
Every day turned into once a week. When he got promoted, working late meant he was tired when he returned home. Weekly turned into monthly and she began to feel less satisfied. She was happy for him and supported his late nights as his hard work was, if nothing else, paying off financially. She didn't know that her once-per-month run in the sack was just the beginning of the death of her active sex life. She spiced things up by waiting for him nude in every room of the house. She would try to take advantage of weekends and plan elaborate sexcscapades but they always turned into dull affairs if they turned into anything at all.
As he continued to get promoted, it seemed he recognized the impact his high-profile job was having on her. He began to give her expensive things. First it took the form of gifts and elaborate but still sexless outings. Then it was deliveries at the front door with corporate and cheap gift wrapping. It finally turned into leaving a stack of cash on the table before he left town on all his many business trips. The cash also entirely replaced his cock. It had been months since flesh and blood invaded her pussy.
She began to plead with him to find a way to bring their old and happy life back. She often reminded him with stories of their past and how much she missed those days. He often rebutted her with reminders that they fucked a lot because they didn't have money to do much else. After those excuses ran out, he would ask what was so bad about the life he set up for her and that she should be grateful for the things she has, completely missing the reality of what she wanted. It was that position he took that was the nail in the coffin.
Her own pleas and arguments became less and less until trying became akin to banging one's head against a brick wall repeatedly while expecting something new to happen. More months went by without a hard piston jack hammering her cunt when she needed it. She had become tired of the fight but never stopped feeling the
need
. She was going to put forth one more attempt and give him the time to figure it out on his own.
She waited by the door as he was leaving on his most recent business trip across the country. Being an oil company executive demanded more time than a person with a family should ever give a company that would replace them at the drop of a hat. She was going to ask him to do one final thing before she looked for another solution. She didn't know what to do, but she was going to find a way to stop the growing emptiness within her.
"Here's your wallet, honey," she said, handing it to him and kissing his cheek. "Before you go, I would like you to do something while you're gone. I want you to think about when we were younger and the things you used to do to me when you got home from work. I miss those days. I want to see if you can light that fire for me, okay?"
He sighed loudly as if she was putting him out by asking a ridiculous and impossible task.
"This again? You have a life any woman your age would kill for. Sex isn't
that
important," he told her before leaving.
No, it's just not important to you,
she thought immediately after the door closed.
She was going to give him the time she promised him, though. Her thoughts, however, didn't wait. When she lay in bed at night, her mind strayed, and she began thinking of sexual adventures she'd never had before.
The first night, she masturbated to thoughts of getting herself off in her car in the middle of a busy parking lot. She felt electrified thinking of exposing herself in public and cumming as people passed by her window. A dozen scenarios cross her mind as her fingers circled her clit. She thought about her job as a college counselor and her unique position as being one of the first faces a young and impressionable freshman would see. A final image came to mind and when the act played itself out, her body shook with an intense orgasm. Turns out that swallowing the cum of a young stranger in a public place did it for her. As she writhed on her bed, she shouted mindless obscenities. Her tits flopped side to side as her thighs clutched her hand in place.
"Fucking bitch! Cum!" she grunted loudly.
She lay there huffing through the aftershocks and decided she would act out that fantasy if she was denied again. A part of her hoped her husband would dismiss her desires again but the majority of her soul still wanted her husband to be the one who made her see the stars. Regardless, she knew she would be satisfied if she found some young cock to fuck when she needed it.
It will be easy. What young man wouldn't want his cock sucked?
She thought.
She went about her life as she always had while her husband was gone. The only difference was her masturbation schedule. It used to be reserved for evenings in bed to help her fall asleep. A week after her husband left, she began getting herself off before or during her morning shower. In the second week, she rationalized that reenacting part of her fantasy would not be cheating.
I can just suck a hot, juicy cock and swallow the precious reward. It's not all-the-way cheating, is it? My pussy would still be his if he ever wanted it,
she thought.
During that first lunch break at work in the second week, she took her lunch to her car. She nibbled on her meal as she surveyed the parking lot. She carefully noted the volume and type of people who came and went. As she people watched, a free hand unbuttoned her pants and slid inside her panties. She was annoyed at the lack of freedom the restrictive garments provided.
I can do without these later,
she thought about the cumbersome undergarment.
Regardless, she managed to cum watching the young men enter and leave the building. That became a new daily routine. She was masturbating three times a day at the thought of young cock. She resolved to not take another step until all sexual avenues with her husband had become exhausted. Unfortunately, the answer she expected became the answer she got. He got home a week later and she approached him about the subject almost immediately.
"Did you think about what I asked?"
"This again, Wendy?" he asked, clearly irritated with her persistence. "You wanna go fuck and get it out of your system?"
