Liz was a sexy woman, at least I thought so. Her ass had broadened a bit, but very shapely and a fantastic rack. For a forty-year-old, she was just hot. But, she never acted as she thought so. Always so down to earth, fun to be with, we were great friends. I met Liz on my lunch break walking down the street, I saw her looking in a store, window
I asked her, "have you had lunch yet?"
Flashing a bright smile, "no sir, why do you ask?"
With that, we were off to lunch. Several dinner dates later, I proposed. The night of the proposal was our first fuck, very vanilla, but she was so hot. We had one hell of a wedding, both parents went all out, with hundreds waiting she managed to be late.
The changes were slow and gradual. For years, I was met by Liz at the front door with a passionate kiss. Now I hunted her down for a peck on the cheek. She got a gym membership and began working out on Saturdays, which used to be our days to do things together.
We went to events together, and did she ever look hot in an evening gown? But then, she started to beg off more and more, some I had to attend independently. So, I didn't enjoy it much.
We were sitting at morning coffee, and I asked her.
"Is everything ok, Liz?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"We seem to be drifting," I answer.
"Really, I just thought you had a girlfriend." she laughed.
"Well, you know how I feel about that," I replied
"You don't think people our age should have a little latitude?"
Getting angry at the way the conversation was going. "Not only no, but hell no."
Life at home carried on, I still felt an empty spot, wondering what it would take to bring us closer. It finally fell on me like a ton of bricks, I was late getting out of the house for work one morning I was walking past the bathroom well past my gone time when I saw my wife reflection in the mirror her robe was open, and she was wearing a garter belt and stockings. I made noise, and she quickly closed her robe. Very nonchalantly, she came out of the bathroom.
"Oh hi Richard, you still here?"
She hurried away from me down the hall.
I quietly left the house and drove to my lawyers and had him draw up papers.
I then went and hired a PI and then on to work.
Our life at home continued pretty much as normal. I don't think she even noticed or cared that I was much cooler to her. Friday night I was scheduled for an event at six that evening, I told her I wasn't going. It was fun watching her panic and scramble around looking for her phone.
I laughed, "I'm going, dear, It's safe to have your boyfriend over."
She laughed, but looked noticeably paler.
The evidence arrived at my desk, pictures videos, voice recordings, the works. I couldn't go home from work that night, I got a room and spent two nights before going home. Watching her in the video taking a cock down her throat and swallowing more than one load of cum enraged me for years I got that I'm not putting the thing in my mouth routine I watched her take it in the ass with ease and pleasure, even suck it after it was in her ass. Watching her crawl around on her hands and knees naked, those fantastic tits swaying under her. It was everything I had fantasized about. When I got home, she said hi like I had not been gone two nights.
We ate dinner that night in silence, she knew something was up, just didn't know what.
"Well, Richard, did you finally get yourself a girlfriend?"
"No dear Just needed time to think Liz."
"Think about what?"
I threw the envelope of pictures up on the table, puzzled, she pulled out the pictures. She almost fainted.
Recovering, "So you know, now what?"
