It's Friday afternoon and a friend of mine is helping move my shit out of my marital home and into my new apartment. I saw my wife leave an hour earlier on the Ring cam. There wasn't a lot of stuff, and the U-Haul I rented was barely loaded when we headed out.
This was round two from my wife. The prior weekend, I received an email from Jesse, telling me she had decided to open our marriage. She was going to spend the weekend with her lover and would be home on Sunday. I wouldn't be. I booked the week at an extended stay hotel.
There were no prior discussions, the email was the first time I heard that she wanted to open our marriage or that she had a lover. Jesse and I had been married for 21 years, and this was the first indication that she wasn't happy with our marriage. Where the fuck did she find a lover? Why didn't she talk to me first? Did she really think I was just going to let her cuck me? That's where my mind was going the Friday before.
Last Monday I was calling lawyers and set up an appointment for Tuesday with a woman lawyer. She told me it was quite common, men buy a sports car, women take a lover during their mid-life crisis. I told her I wanted it short and sweet, gave her all our financials and asked if she had something I could hand my wife on Friday. She agreed and recommended I start separating our financials.
I received a similar email on the this morning. There had been no other communication from my wife. She never asked me where I was or when I would be home, no phone calls, no text messages, no calls to my office. I wasn't going to play this game. Looking through her credit card, I saw she stayed at the local Hilton the prior weekend.
My plan was simple, after moving my shit out of the house, I would try and get the front desk to give me a key to the room my wife had booked for 'us,' catch her and her lover in the act with my cell phone and hand her the divorce papers.
The front desk clerk looked like he was twelve and had me show multiple ID's and a $50 bill before he gave me a room key. It was almost 9:00 on Friday night so I thought they would be too involved to see me sneaking in. What I found stunned me.
My wife was standing by the bed in a sexy negligee that barely covered her pussy with a glass of champagne in her hand. She had been obviously crying judging be the tissues scattered about.
"Where is he," I asked.
"There's no one here Jack, come on in and gloat, pour yourself a glass of champagne."
"What happened to your lover Jesse?"
"We were supposed to meet in the bar downstairs, he took one look at me and left. At least he showed up which is better than the guy from last week who ghosted me. Four nights in a Hilton all by myself. I'm assuming those are divorce papers in your hand. You can leave them on the credenza, and I'll look at them in the morning. Did you and Nicky get all your stuff out?"
I nodded yes.
"Great, now I have a big, beautiful house to be alone in."
She started crying and I went over to console her, not exactly what I planned on doing that night.
"Why Jesse, I had no idea you were unhappy with us."
"You don't understand what it's like to be married to the great Jack. Let me tell you a conversation I overheard our kids' girlfriends having. They were sure our son John was going to be hot well into his fifties by looking at how well you looked. The one girl said, 'I hope not, the last thing I want is a bunch of women half my husband's age drooling over him.' Nobody is drooling over me Jack, no one even notices me. I'm fucking invisible. I can't even get men to show up to fuck me."
I was still holding her trying to console her as her sobs grew deeper.
"I would have shown up Jesse."
She had gotten up to refill her glass and paused in front on the mirror.
"Maybe because you were showing up for the twenty something girl you fell in love with, not the cow I have become."
"Jesse, if I have done anything to make you think I love you any less than the girl who married me I apologize. Well, this last week has added some strain to that. Maybe I've become complacent. But I do love you and watching you walking around in that negligee is very arousing."
"No Jack, you never became complacent, you're fucking perfect. You still send flowers to my office, help with housework and cook. My friends would kill their husbands if they could be with you. Maybe I don't deserve such perfection."
"I wouldn't call it perfection Jesse, but I love you and I want to be the best husband I can be for you."
Jesse was still looking at herself in the mirror while sipping her champagne.
"Do you like this negligee Jack?"
"Yes I do, I said I found it very arousing. You can feel me if you have any doubts."
I got up and stood behind her, wrapped my arms around her and began kissing her neck. My groin was pressed against her ass and I'm sure she could feel the early stages of my erection.
"You came here to divorce me Jack, not have sex with me."
My kisses on her neck were having an effect and I could see her nipples harden. I slid my hands up and cupped her breast, giving her nipples a squeeze.
I whispered in her ear, "The situation is much different than the one I expected to walk into. And you know how hard the hint of nakedness makes me, watching your breast move under this nearly transparent material, you nipples poking through. I can see the scanty panties you are wearing, disappearing between your butt cheeks. And, you shaved your pussy, and you know much I love to lick your pussy when it's bare like this."
I slid me hand into the front of her panties and grabbed her pussy. She moaned and her knees buckled for a second.
"But I shaved it for another man."
"His loss is my gain," I said as I slid me finger between her lips and found her very wet.
"And what would you want this man to do with your shaved pussy, lay on the bed and show me."
Jesse laid back on the bed.
"He would tell me to take my panties off and spread my legs so he could see my pussy, tell me to pull my pussy lips apart like this, hold myself open for him."
"And then he would want me to get my fingers all wet with my juices and lick them clean and then rub my nub."
