Dear Jen,
This is probably the most difficult thing I've ever had to write. I'm writing in desperation and because I love you so much.
I know that I was the one to suggest an open marriage. I had just had my ego stroked by the redheaded woman you saw me with at the club last night. She made me feel like I was still desirable when she flirted with me last week.
It was because of her I brought up the idea of an open marriage. I thought I'd have a fling with her and that would be that. The idea of an open marriage was one that I was supposed to take advantage of, not you.
After much discussion, and after you had agreed, I was over the moon. I thought that I would be able to cope. All my promises that our marriage was strong enough to survive this and that we would become closer as a couple were a monstrous lie.
Last night when you told me you were going out I was surprised. When I saw how you were dressed I was amazed. I didn't even know you owned a little black dress like that. I could tell you had stockings and suspenders on because your dress was so tight. I'd never seen you wear heels so high either. I wondered, fleetingly, why you didn't dress like that for me. Later I realised that I had started to take you for granted and probably didn't deserve it.
When I met up with redheaded Ally at the club she looked amazing. She made it very clear to me that she was willing and available. All I had to do was say the word. Then I saw you dancing with that blond haired man. You looked like you were having a great time, especially during the slow dances. Watching you grind your hips against him like you did made me feel things I'd never felt before. When you alternated between the blond and the dark haired guy I felt the first pangs of jealousy. They were receiving attention from you that I should have been getting.
When Ally suggested we go back to her place I just couldn't do it. I realised then how much I loved you and that the whole open marriage thing was utter crap. I wanted you and no one else. You, on the other hand, seemed to take to it like a duck to water. You had those two guys eating out of your hand.
I came home, leaving Amy high and dry. I tried to sleep but couldn't because my mind kept imagining what you were doing.
When you eventually staggered in in the early hours of this morning I was still awake. I asked you which of the two men you had left with. When you said both, my heart started to crack. Then you undressed, got into bed and proceeded to tell me exactly what you had been doing.
You went back to Jacob's (blondie) place with him and his friend Michael. Your description of them kissing and fondling you while they undressed you almost made me cry. You grabbed hold of my cock and taunted me. You had made me hard, as hard as I've ever been.
When you asked, do you wanna know how they fucked me, I was dumbstruck. No I didn't want to know anything of the sort but my cock was another matter. People say men think with their dicks? Absolutely true. And you taunted me with that fact as you told me of your night. Fucked by Jacob, you had to add that his cock was huge. Mine isn't small but you delighted in telling me how his put me to shame. Your vocal reaction, which you quite happily told me all about, was something I don't think I'll ever forget.
"Fuck me, Jacob," you said. "Your cock is incredible," you said. "So much better than my husband," you said. "Shoot your beautiful cum into me," you said. "I'm not on the pill," you said. And that's exactly what you told me he did. You also described your orgasm in minute detail. "It was more like an explosion than an orgasm," you said. "I've never cum that hard before," you said. "I've never felt that way with my husband," you said.
Then it was Michael's turn. More of the same, more of the, "I've never been fucked like this before." More of, "your cock is so much better than my husband's." More of, "Cum inside me, too." And you described your orgasm again too. "I've never been so horny," you said. "Oh, I've never squirted before. That was amazing. God you know how to fuck a girl."
You went on to describe how you sucked them both and they fucked you again. You described in detail how much of their sperm you drank down your throat and how much ended up in your pussy.
You know that you stroked me to orgasm while telling me of your exploits. "Did you enjoy my night like I did, Scott? Is that why you came so hard? Don't worry, they've invited me to a pool party tomorrow and have promised me that they will invite a whole gang of their friends for me to fuck too. I'll tell you all the juicy details when I get home. I'm going to bed. You can sleep in the spare room tonight."
That's when my heart broke.
When I woke up this morning I had resolved to write this letter to you. I'm not coping. I'll never cope with you going out fucking numerous guys. So I've decided to leave. I've left my phone here so don't bother ringing me. I won't be going to work this week so don't bother ringing there either.
If you would like to contact me for any reason, email me by Friday at 6pm. If I don't hear from you, I'll know that you have decided that you like your new lifestyle. If I do hear from you then we'll see what happens.
Your loving husband,
Scott.
