I made the mistake of taking my wife Emma to a nude beach one day. We hadn't been having sex much and I thought this might change things. I was so wrong. A nude bather named Roy ended up fucking my wife there on the beach as I watched them both. Now I am in deeper trouble.
My wife was now spending time with her big dicked lover. I barely saw her some evenings. She was also spending money on her new boyfriend. I had to do something quick. I was depressed one night so I stopped at a local tavern. I rarely drank alcohol but I needed a stiff drink that evening. I sat down on a bar stool and ordered a whiskey. The female bartender must have read my face.
"You looked troubled," she said to me.
"Wife problems," I told her.
"If you can stick around until closing time we can talk then," she said.
The blonde haired barkeep was named Tess, as I found out. I did hang around and we had a talk after the tavern closed up. I told her my tale of woe. How my wife made off with a lover with a big cock and how she was using my money to party in style.
"I was in the same position as you," Tess told me, "I caught my boyfriend cheating with a friend of mine. I couldn't take it so I had to end up moving out of the apartment we shared. I struggled to make ends meet for a long time and then there was the pain of him cheating on me. I did get over it and I survived. You need to cut off the money supply and get rid of your wife."
I just had to hear it from someone else I guess. I had a plan in mind, I just had to bring myself to implement it.
"After you get things worked out, come back and see me," Tess said.
The next day I called my brother. He is a lawyer and I told him what I wanted to do. My plan was to cut off the money and credit cards and to draw up divorce papers to cut the cord to my wife. My brother said he could do those things for me. If Emma tried to fight back, things might get sticky. I told my brother Jim to do it. Emma was totally dependent on me for money.
Emma was a trophy wife. I owned a successful business and she hadn't worked a day since we married. All she worked at was spending my money. My brother set things up and it wasn't long until I got a call at work from my cheating wife.
"What's the fucking deal, Barry, you shut off my money and credit cards?" Emma was practically screaming at me.
"No more games for you Emma, have your new lover support you," I told her.