* This story is purely fictional. No names, activities and places is inspired by real life*
My name is Bill. About 2 years ago I found something that would lead to a divorce from the love of my life Linda. I have been seeing a psychiatrist for about a year and he asked me to try and put this experience into words, in order to help my therapy.
My wife and I first met when we were in high school, we didn't end up together until we were in our 20`s, but were part of the same crowd. I probably shouldn't be that surprised about what I learned about her, because when we were younger she had quite a reputation for being a "slut", but off course I thought she had changed when we eventually became more than friends.
In fact we barely had sex in our entire marriage, she excused herself with having issues with trust and that her sexual encounters when younger made her feel a certain shame when it came to sex. That bitch!!
One afternoon I was looking for a file for my work. I was often overworked at that time, so I was used to finding my stuff all over the apartment. I was looking through our desk when I noticed that the bottom cabinet was locked. I knew the file wasn't there, but I was really confused about the locked cabinet.
We had always used that desk for keeping papers, receipts and other stuff we acknowledged as important. I couldn't think off any reason why Linda would hide anything from me, so I ended up using quite some time and energy in picking the lock.
A part of me wishes I had never done that. When I finally managed to get it up, I found a book. It looked like a diary, you know the ones little girls have in school? With a cartoon cat on the pink cover. I sat down on the end off the bed and opened it.
The first page was started with a angry face drawing before it read "my useless husband tricked me!!", I had a sense of mixed feelings now. It felt bad, both for invading her private thoughts but also, it isn't nice to read that title as her husband. I put the book down, and walked a few circles in the house, before I decided to read it.
The rest of that book in short read that she knew that I one time was really drunk and ended up having oral sex with an ex-girlfriend. I had never told her and it hurt me that she knew. She further wrote she felt cheated the first time see saw my naked body.
She was in love with me, and wanting to do things right with us, so she didn't have sex with me right away, like she used to. And got furious when she saw that my body was so ugly, and that my cock was pathetic. And that I was going to regret ever cheating on her.
I felt sick to my stomach as I continued. She then further wrote that she had however come up with a "perfect" solution. She was going to whore around with real cocks behind me back, and have sex with me as rarely as possible, and to finally give me this diary on our 10th year anniversary. I began to cry as I flipped over to the next page:
Her revenge started on the day before our wedding. She had called two of her exes and explained to them that she wanted to have a threesome before her wedding. I felt sick as I remembered that she had a lot of "nerves" on our wedding day, and that I gave her a few hours to calm down.
She spent those hours fucking and sucking two guys. She wrote that they did not disappoint her, and they were more than willing to help her out. The first time I knocked on the door to see how she was doing she had a cock on each end, and the last time I did, she told me she would be out in 10 minutes, and sucked them both to completion. She wrote that it was so hot marrying me with cum running down her thighs and the taste of cum still in her mouth. I ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out. I was so disgusted by this I didn't know what to do. That being said I did continue to read the diary when I cooled down.
By the end of our honeymoon she had sucked off 5 complete strangers. 2 in the men's room one night we were having dinner in the restaurant, one guy she met while out getting ice for our champagne, and the life-guard at the hotels swimming pool. As horrible this sounds, it got worse. A lot worse!
One night my boss had called looking for me, I wasn't home so my wife picked up the phone. She had apparently always LOVED the way he bossed me around, and flirted shamelessly over the phone. She arranged for a "date" with him(!), and she further wrote, that she loved the look on his face when 50 seconds after meeting him she was licking his balls telling him how she would "love to be a good whore" for him, as long as he never told me.
They had started to fuck a few times a week, she would make excuses about being with friends. She loved the fact that she could lie down next to me knowing that she had been fucking and sucking my superior. In every sense of the word.
Apart from fucking my boss, she had fucked the neighborhood mail-man, the pizza guy at Tony's, and a black man named Reece she had met in the bank.
Another "diary" submission that really struck a chord with me was after our car had been in repair. I always hated that shop, and the guys that worked there. "Arrogant Mexicans", I used to call them, but Lisa explained that they had the best prices and "service", Bitch!!
