Hi everyone, long time no write.
I'm going to update my profile, as a lot has happened in my life over the intervening years, and I don't want to clog up the works by explaining this in a story introduction.
It won't be a surprise if you have read some of my previous stories that some of the characters and events contain vignettes of people I've known over the years, but the majority of events and characters are total fiction.
I won't say which, I'll leave that up to your imagination.
Anyway, just to reassure the publisher's and readers, no one under the age of 18 is involved in any sexual actions in in this story.
My wife's many faces
In order to fully understand the context of this story, I'm afraid a little history is required and the inevitable introductions.
Also, this story does contain wife sharing, but, we've been separated for over ten years, so I'm not sure the 'beat up the cucks and wimps' brigade have a case against me.
Our History
My name is Rob, I'm 52 years old and my estranged wife is Sue, is 51 years old.
We married thirty-three years ago when we were 19 and 18, years old respectively.
I would like to say our married life was full of happiness and joy as we brought a new life into the world, but it wouldn't quite be accurate.
In fairness although we had a hard start with a baby on the way and no real career for either of us, there were some good times.
I managed to get an interview with the Surrey Police just before the baby was born, and I have to admit that the three months I spent at training school were a god sent, not just because of the baby, but because Sue has changed from a happy go lucky teenager, to a miserable bitch.
In fairness, I at first put this down to post-natal depression.
Therefore, in the early months I took on the major share of night feeds and nappy changes for our beautiful daughter Sarah, even though I worked shift work throughout my career.
Unfortunately, the Postpartum depression, remained a permanent state of affairs for the remainder of our relationship.
When I first met Sue, she was a slut.
I was sucking her tits and fingering her cunt within hours, and I fucked her at the end of the first week, and it only took that long, because we had nowhere to go with any sort of privacy.
Mind you at that time in her life Sue would fuck anywhere and knowing how many previous partners she'd had, anyone.
You can imagine therefore how, after Sarah was born the sudden changes and decline in Sue's sexuality personality, began to cause issues in our marriage.
I didn't have a clue what was happening, especially that within a year or two of Sarah's birth, Sue would become physically sick if she had to leave the house.
The onset of agoraphobia. I know, the vow, 'in sickness and health', but we were only kids really and what with the responsibilities of parenthood, a new career and virtually no sex, at least willing sex, the cracks began to appear in our relationship.
I'm not trying to escape some responsibility; I was selfish and the environment I was living in was volatile to say the least. I was a young man, surrounded by other young men and women, I was an enthusiastic sportsman, partaking in every activity the Police Sports and Social Club had to offer, therefore my life continued, but I was effectively, alone.
It was several months before I first strayed. When you consider how the early months of Sue and my relationship went, how we fucked constantly in so many different ways and places, and although not immediate, how our sex life drastically declined, I'm surprised I lasted so long.
However, one episode before we were married had implications for my own mindset and was quite influential on how our story turned out.
One summers afternoon, we put a picnic together and drove onto Wimbledon common. We walked to a secluded glade where we had fucked on several occasions.
In those days Sue had no compulsions with me getting her naked and I stripped her bra and knickers off and was sucking her left tit and fingering a really wet cunt, when a movement to her right and behind her, got my attention.
I tried not to make it obvious that I had seen anything and continued thrusting my fingers into her cunt and biting her nipples. I noted it was a man and he began to move closer trying to get a look at my naked girlfriend.
It's quite strange, my first thought was to chase him off, but suddenly, I recognised that I quite liked the thought of someone perving over my naked girl.
In those days I had no thoughts about sharing Sue but I was happy to display her naked charms and filthy mouth. She was soon wailing, "fuck me, fuck me" and I quickly stripped off my shorts and stuffed a very hard cock up her sodden cunt.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "there is a guy squatting behind that tree watching you getting fucked." She didn't say anything but began screaming out in orgasm. I ejaculated hard inside her. By the time we recovered I looked for our peeping tom but he had gone.
When Sue got her wits about her, she asked if it was true that someone had watched us.
I assured her that it was true, and she laughingly asked why I hadn't asked him over and let him suck her tits while I fucked her.
I replied that he would have wanted to fuck her after me and she said that she would have quite liked that.
Now, when I consider the change from the nympho Sue, to the sanctimonious puritan bitch that she became only a year later, I can understand the change in my thinking about my marriage and the need to think about my own sexual welfare.
Some years later, when Sue got religion, sex other than for procreation was a sin, and as she didn't want any more babies, sex was no longer on the table, or any other piece of furniture.
Sex outdoors was a perversion that only whores and sluts would partake.
In anger I pointed out that she had been a slut and loved cock more than any girl I had known.
I was persona non grata from that point and for many years our relationship became more like brother and sister rather than husband and wife.
Consequently, I began to make my own life outside of the home.
Sue looked after Sarah and I, but she never, in all the following years ever made any initiative to have sex and to be honest although I fucked her a few times she always made feel as if it was more of a trial or tribulation, rather than an enjoyment.
I'm not sure why I stayed, I can only think It was for Sarah's sake.
I certainly thought about divorce, but I didn't want to lose Sarah and although it became an almost sexless marriage, it was comfortable, and because of her agoraphobia she virtually allowed me to do my own thing.
She made It clear that I was not allowed to stray, in some ways I think she was living in her own mental bubble, so I just let her believe what she wanted and tried to be as discrete as possible.
She couldn't go on holidays without being physically sick and we would return after a few miles, which meant, in the early years, I would take Sarah on my own, which built a bond between us that remained throughout our lives.
Shortly after Sarah's fifteenth birthday things began to change. I'd been promoted to Inspector and asked to take a forensic accountancy course in order to take over our fraud department. I soon found out how much I enjoyed the studying and the many friends I made, especially one particular very attractive lady.
I'm not sure whether Sue suspected that she was more than a colleague but suddenly her whole attitude changed.
The course which was held in Suffolk was partly residential but after the first semester I rented a small cottage in one of the coastal villages.
Shortly after Sarah was born, I had purchased a house for us in Woking and even though the mortgage was high in the initial years when I received promotion, I had increased our monthly payments and paid the mortgage off early.
Consequently, when Sue began acting up after being on the course for the first year, she said she was concerned about me being away from home so much and probably suspicious of my obvious happier countenance, demanded that I sign the house into her name only.
Because I wanted to keep the peace and because I had the cottage, I signed.
I took a sideways position in Suffolk, returning to Woking for home visits every couple of weeks.
During this time Sue began to act completely different towards me. She openly told me that she realised how she had allowed our sex life to suffer and wanted to make changes. Although I was shocked at this sudden turn of events, I was not going turn away from a woman that at one time could strip the skin from a banana using her cunt.
Over the next year things did change, and our weekends were filled with fucking.
Unfortunately, whereas in our early days I could come three or four times in a day. At this time, I was lucky to manage once In the morning and once at night.