Author's Note:
I stepped away from my usual "fun" extra-marital sex in writing this story. If you'd like the details of the build-up to this story, read the precursor
"Break the Bitch, Fuck With Her Mind.
But the Prologue in this story is a recap of that first one.
The comments on that previous story criticized it, suggesting it wasn't really a revenge story. It seems that just screwing with the ex-wife's mind sending her videos she hates wasn't good enough. So, with this, I took it further, to give something back to those of you who spend time reading and hating my usual stories.
There's not much detailed sex in this, mostly descriptions of the setups. But all of the sex in this story is consensual and involving those over the age of eighteen.
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Prologue
Our stay-at-home mom raised us kids, her sons, to 'respect' all women and treat them right. Although she said that's how men should act, she treated our dad with contempt. But growing up in our 'loving' household, my brother and I only had her attitudes to shape us, since dad stayed away working two jobs and we rarely saw him. His influence on our personalities was to instill a strong work ethic and dedication to family (such as it was.)
With few other family influences, our dad's work ethic led me when I grew older to become financially very comfortable and generous. But mom's 'respect women' influence conditioned me to try accepting one failed relationship after another, over and over. Every woman I dated just seemed to naturally use me. Then I thought I finally found one who wanted to settle down with me and start building a loving family together.
Sarah was a thirty-year-old woman working as a psychologist and counselor at a center for abused women. Although she didn't have much success at dating in the past, she seemed to be very much into sex with me. After a year of dating, she began referring to her biological clock and wanting to have kids. So, we married and had three kids (boys) "together".
Deciding that three kids was enough, I had a vasectomy. Sarah didn't object to me having the procedure at the time. But afterwards, since I couldn't get her pregnant anymore, she started more and more throwing out that saying; "My body, my rules!" She just didn't want sex with me anymore. With no sex life for the last ten years of our marriage, I just grudgingly worked to support and raise "our" kids.
And as if living in a sexless marriage wasn't bad enough, it wasn't until after our third son went off to college that my life seriously turned to shit.
With my mother already deceased, Sarah and I had just settled our youngest son into college when my father died. A month later, my brother, Bill was going through dad's old papers, and he called me one day asking me to take an ancestry DNA test. We learned from that DNA evidence that my brother was only my half-brother. That meant mom cheated on dad two years after I was born and still very early in their marriage.
Within months of hearing about our embarrassing discovery of that family secret, others in our extended family of cousins began their own searches. It wasn't long before one cousin's half-sibling link to Bill indicated that mom had fucked Uncle Albert! He was married to dad's sister, and the DNA showed their daughter was Bill's half-sister, which could only have happened with Uncle Albert as the father of both.
Other letters found by Bill's half-sister indicated our mom borrowed money from our uncle without telling dad. She needed the money to pay off a neighbor's blackmail when the neighbor threatened to expose her extra-marital activities to her husband! And Uncle Albert just collected that debt his own way. That shitshow was apparently exposed to the family when mom got pregnant by him with my younger brother. We can only surmise that when dad found out, it basically threw a wrench in the whole extended family dynamics between the aunts, uncles, and grandparents.
When Bill and I were growing up, we always wondered why our family reunions seemed to turn into drunken brawls.
Today, with that example of mom's repeated infidelity, my brother's now suspicious nature suggested that I have my own kids' DNA tested. And sure enough, my own marriage fell apart.
My wife, Sarah built her coveted family with three boys, ... only none of the kids she bore were mine! She wanted a husband to support her, and I drew the short straw. She didn't care who impregnated her, as long as she had her support for the long term.
After this recent DNA evidence came out, Sarah finally admitted that after I proposed to her, she traded her pussy to her boss for a month of paid vacation to go on our honeymoon, getting pregnant even before our wedding! Then when she wanted to go back to work, she again sold her pussy during job interviews, and in two cases got pregnant again before she even started the new jobs. Our younger boys were fathered by two different hiring managers, and Sarah eventually told me she couldn't even remember those managers' names! But my ex-wife was a frigid bitch to me after the vasectomy, and ours turned into a loveless, almost sexless existence for the last ten years. I just didn't know why ... until now!
When I contacted our three boys about the DNA results saying I wasn't their biological father, the response I got wasn't what I expected from the kids I raised. Their general attitude was
"So, we don't need to call you anymore."
The oldest even had the audacity to say,
"Thank God you're not my father!"
Hearing that, I told the two still in college,
"Get used to paying your own way, unless you can make some money off of your mother!"
Someday all three of those dumb shits might take pride in meeting their real motherfucking fathers, and they'll have to learn to live with their mother being a whore.
Now in my fifties, I have no hope left. There will be no starting over and trying again to make my own loving family. The cunt could keep the house and her half of our savings and half my retirement accounts, and good riddance! But the real aggravating part was that she was traveling the world ... spending MY money from the alimony, twisting the knife in my back!
After devolving into a depressed wreck of a wimp for the first year of our divorce, with her tormenting me using abusive texts, I'm now over the depression. I'm set with a renewed determination and my own life's goals, as if a phoenix rising from the ashes. I'm expanding my computer security business and USING my anger to make a shitload of money! And with that money, I'm focused on looking for innovative ways to torment that back-stabber!
Intro
In retrospect, it was a good idea to give my wife the house in our divorce.
When she filed for divorce to rid herself of the unwanted 'cock' in her bedroom, at first, I just felt defeated. The already sexless, loveless married life I had become accustomed to and conditioned to accept was over. I felt like a wimp, being cuckolded for all those years, and just ignorantly accepting it. It was the disruption of my daily and weekly routines which then bothered me the most for that first year, sending me into a deep depression. But leaving the sexless, loveless bitch? I didn't waste a minute regretting walking away from her. My attitude was to just move along and get as far away from her as practical. And fighting her in court or coordinating the sell of the house would have meant more contact with that slut!
I didn't need the money with my high income. I knew I would quickly recover financially. But it was just galling that the divorce judge ordered me to pay alimony to that feminist whore.
I refer to her as a feminist, but she didn't express any of those characteristics when we were dating. The sex back then was great, as long as she had her goal of building her family. It wasn't until later I realized that she used sex as a way of manipulating me into marrying her. I was just her tool to support her during her pregnancy. It was "her body, and her rules", and I didn't realize that she didn't care who knocked her up!
After we married to settle down and start our family, she began expressing her real opinions of how women have been USED by men in the past. She couldn't provide any personal examples of when men might have used her. But for some reason, she learned in college that it's only fair to "turn the tables" on men! She was taught it was her RIGHT as a woman that all men should be forced to promote and support women today, as payback for the wrongs of the past.
My wife forbid the presence of what she called "disgusting girlie magazines" or porn in our house, because Sarah considered those woman as being used and abused by men! She couldn't conceive how some women might really enjoy exposing themselves or take pleasure in sex with a man, possibly even enjoying BDSM. Those women were ALWAYS being "exploited and used," as if her personal opinions were universal! That's what led her to be the counselor at the women's center, advising every woman who would listen to stay away from men.
So, with our divorce, I wanted to walk away from the bitch, minimizing my own emotional hassle by leaving her in that big house!
With my computer security technical career, I always ensured our house was outfitted with the latest technology. High speed Internet, security cameras, a high-resolution theater projection system for streaming videos, networked printer and TVs, Alexa voice-activated controls, and even a computer server for storing videos and automatic, weekly backups of our personal computers.
The DNA test shit showing the boys weren't mine hit the fan almost a year after our divorce, and that was the final straw! Leaving that cunt living her dream in all that tech shit ... installed by ME, and all remotely accessible by ME was now, in hindsight, the best revenge ever!
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I hit
'Send'
on the latest e-mail to my ex-wife when Lucy came up behind me, putting her hand on my shoulder. I reached with my left hand covering hers with it in a loving gesture, but knowing there was no real 'love' between us. Lucy made it very clear when we got together that she'll never trust or love a man. That was just the way she was raised by her mom and grandmother.
She considered us partners in our sexual exploits, mutually using each other for what we needed.
With my ex-wife and the other women in my earlier life who treated me like dirt, I felt that it just wasn't fair and my anger was building! Once you're in a relationship, it's just wrong for a woman to cheat on her husband, getting pregnant with another guy's sperm! And the same goes for men in relationships, you DO NOT cheat on your wife and possibly impregnate another woman! It's not just disrespectful. It takes money, time, and resources away from your family, raising the other guy's DNA, or providing for the mistress and her kid!
