I did what I did.
It all started when I thought I was being neglected by my husband. I thought he did not find me attractive because my body was a little out of shape, I had a few small stretch marks form having two babies in five years. My boobs sagged some, but they were still firm. I still had curves, but my butt was a little bit bigger, not much, however my pants were tight. Because our last child would pull my hair hard, I cut it down into a sage. I had hair down to just above my waist before we were married and up until our last baby. He did not say much but I knew he was disappointed with the new haircut. He said it was too short.
So, for that and some other reasons I KNEW he just did not find me attractive. We would have sex three to five times a week and some on the weekends. Then he slowed that down to just three times a two week time period total. I just knew he did that because he was "duty bound" to have sex with me, so I thought. He started staying out some nights through the week and on Sunday from morning till 5 p.m. he said he had a second job. But I knew it was something else. So, I told myself that two can play that game.
After about six months of his being out at night at his "part time job" he would only have sex with me once when we had sex, rather the two or three times as we were doing. So, I needed to finish myself off, I thought it was his job to make sure I was satisfied before he rolled over to sleep. After all I was a stay-at-home mother. I took care of the two babies. I did the wash three out of four times. I cooked the dinner the nights he said he was "working". He would cook the nights he was home, he said he did that because I worked hard with the kids. But I knew he was guilty because he was "out working" and I was with the kids. I just knew his "work" was really a "red head".
I knew it was a woman because once I did a shirt that has some chocolate stains and smelled of perfume that I did not use. So that is how I knew he was a real bastard, and he was giving another woman his best. Just look at the facts. He was tired having sex with me, he only lasted once during the time we did have sex. He was gone three or four times during the week for five to six hours and every Sunday for eight hours. He said he was tired when he was home, so he only did one load of wash, leaving me to do two or three. I had to cook because he was gone to his "job". I found the shirt and I had to clean it myself. What a jerk he was. So, after seven months I decided to get even.
I had a girlfriend Sue, that was divorced because her jerk husband was seeing a woman on the side. She and I would talk, she told me stories of how much sex she was having with many men not just one. She once told me that she always wanted to have a number of men take her at the same time she called it a gangbang. She said that she had a boyfriend that she was getting bored with and said she would fix us up if I wanted. I said that might work better for me because me being a stay-at-home mom I did not have a chance to meet many men. So, she made a call.
I talked to him on the phone for almost an hour. We planned for us to meet. It would be the next week on Thursday night I knew that my "jerk" would be at his "job" that night. Sue found me a babysitter for the night. I bought a new outfit. I soaked in a bubble bath for an hour. I shaved my legs twice because I did not shave for my "jerk" too much. I shaved my underarm, I even trimmed my pubic hair. I did this some for the "jerk" because he liked it, he said that my shorter hair on my pubic area and clean shaved pussy lips made me taste better. So, I would shave once in a while for him, but not so much.
Well, the "jerk" only licked me to get me wet once each time we had sex, he even stopped sucking his cum form me after or sex. He said that the hair caused me to smell some. But I knew he just used that for an excuse. I did my hair, but because I had cut it mostly off just to teach the "jerk" a lesson, it did not take much. Then I did my nails, pink to match my eyes and lips that was also a match for my new panties and bra. Heavy perfume on my pubic hair and behind my knees.
I dresses. Under my silky blouse and tight jeans. I bought a new flimsy pink bra with thin lace black cups, barely able to hold my breast. The panties I had on matched the bra and did not hide my pussy hair or hide my swollen pussy lips. The wetness I had their made the panties cling to me. I wondered how they looked right then, wet and sticking to me? The bra's thin lace rubbed my nipples and caused them to harden, but also the thoughts of what I was going to do added to the stiffness. My nipples were poking out the front of the blouse.
I knew this made me look like a slut, that is how I felt right then, I wanted to be a slut. To have another man fondle me, pinch my nipples, treat me like he wanted. This would teach the "jerk" not to stay out at night. I put on my heels and grabbed my purse told the sitter I should be back by midnight. I knew the "jerk" would not be home before 2 A.M. this night. He said he had to do "inventory" right he was really with his fluff, and I knew it.
I drive to the meeting place I know Sam will be waiting because I left late. But if he wants to have me then he will have to wait, because I am worth it. I get to the park and see his van on the back grassy area by the trees. I drive up to his van and get out. He walks up to me. We introduce ourselves. He stands close and says he is happy I came. I think to myself, "of course you are I am worth it" I say that I am happy also. I move closer to him, and he puts his arm around me, his hand slides to my butt, I press my butt into his hand a little. My nipples harden again, the point press out the thin silk blouse, two small points but hard and hot. I know he see them because he brushes them lightly with his fingers. I have not kissed him yet; Sam asks if I am cold? because I shiver every once in a while. He did not say it, but he thought that I was cold because he saw my nipples poking the blouse.
