Like many women in my current situation, I know what it is like to have your world turned upside down. My name is Cindy Redding. I am 23 years old. I married my long time boy friend Mark Harris at 18 and divorced him for cheating at 22. It is a sad tale. Repeating the story hurts but hels explain my current lesbian life.
Looking back at our short life together, I realize hindsight can be cruel in its revelations.
Mark and I married after graduating from high school. He works at his family's car business fleet department. Every cop in town drives a car purchased from Mark. He came from money and earned more than his share.
I loved him more for his humor, his looks and his prowess in bed. He is 6 ft tall and 190 lbs of toned muscles and a 9-inch cock.
The first two years of marriage, we were insatiable. Every night we went at each other like hungry animals. Nothing was beyond our boundary. We were hot and kinky. We both enjoyed oral, anal and straight sex. He could not drink enough of m pussy juices. I carved his cum. He loved making me spurt and drinking my juices. We often shared each other's cream and became cum junkies.
I could not imagine a better sex life. He was my world and I loved him. I loved our life. We lived in an up scale gated community. We made friends with all our neighbors.
Like me. most of the women are stay at home wives. Most days we could be found at one house or another, watching the soaps, sharing gossip and talking about our sex lives I mentioned my displeasure of my small 32-inch breasts. My best friend and next door neighbor Patty Johnson, 28, is an attorney and a single mom raising two children. She suggested implants.
Mark and I agreed to the surgery. I now have s plump full 38-inch bust. Patty and the rest of my women friends love the new look and kidding told me to stay away from their husbands.
Mark loved the new look. Intense tit licking and sucking became a major part of our foreplay.
Shortly after my implant surgery, our sex life became calmed drastically when Matt started working longer hours. He apologized explaining he needed the time to meet his sales quota durng the current economic down turn. Money became tighter and I landed a part time clerk job at the local supermarket.
Our sex life fell to once or twice a week. The sex gradually became less intense. Matt again apologized and blamed it on the energy drain due to his longer hours.
I had no reason to doubt his words. It was a reality we both had to deal with.
A different reality hit me like a punch to the stomach one fateful day. I learned that our love was a big fat lie. It changed my life forever.
I planned a surprise visit to his office hoping he had time for lunch at our favorite diner. I heard the usual commotion from the clerical pool. An uneasy silence greeted me as I entered their work area on the way to Mark's office.
"Something is not right here." I thought.
I was stunned to see Mark from behind fucking his secretary. She lay spread-eagled on his desk with her dress pulled over her back and her thong pushed aside. Mark fucked her long and hard up her ass. She constantly muttered how much she loved his cock and wanted his cum.
It hit me that all his apologies were flat out lies.
I was too shocked to speak. I froze, staring. It had to be a bad dream. Tears filled my eyes. I was startled to hear her scream and saw them both looking at me. She ran from his office, tearfully telling me she was sorry. I ignored the bitch. My blood boiled.
Mark pulled up his pants and tried to apologize. In a blinding rage, I cut him off. "Don't you say a damn thing! I've had enough of your lies. " I yelled. "You son of a bitch!. How could you do this to me? I worked so hard to please you. I thought I could trust you. I must be a fool to think I am woman enough for you. You worm! Get yourself a good lawyer! Do not bother coming home! Find a hotel room for you and your whore!"
The shocked office pool obviously new what was going on in Mark's office. But, he is the owner's son. They feared reprisals if the filed a complaint. I did not keep them from silently applauding me as I stormed out.
I drove home and had the neighborhood handyman change the locks. Mike is a young stud and a great guy. We often flirt, but I was not in the mood. He noticed my sullen attitude, knew something was wrong and sincerely said, "I hope you are OK, Cindy." on his way out.
"Thank you Mike. You'll know my problem soon enough." I told him.
"That is the man I should have married," I thought.
To my ex-husband's credit he spared us the drama of a protracted battle and granted me a quick divorce. I kept our meager savings and gave me the house. Almost as quickly as I received new mortgage papers, I lost it to foreclosure. There was no way I could keep up the payments. I lost everything but the clothing on my back.
