Why I Have a Third Wife

As a basic disclaimer, this is a "mostly" true story. I have documented as many accurate details, as I can remember, but there are places where I filled in details, using my imagination. I also want to point out this series has elements of cheating, cuckolding, emotional abuse, and humiliation. I highly encourage positive feedback, so that I can improve my writing, as each part progresses. Also, before the critics decide to start posting negative comments, please realize that my intention is to capture the psychology, of these events. In many of these occurrences, I was blinded by love. Others, I knew nothing about until the lies began to unfurl. Although it is easy to pass judgment on someone, please understand many of the following incidents were not known until 15-20 years later. These events did end in divorces with my first and second wives, thus the reason for my third marriage.

Let me begin this story where most good stories begin... At the beginning. I was receiving training in Chicago, for work, when I first met Lisa. I was 18 years old, and attempted to sneak into a bar, with some friends. The initial bartender didn't card us, so we had several beers. After getting loud, our luck ran out, our IDs were checked, and we were escorted out of the building. We decided to walk to the bar on the next block and attempt our luck again. During the walk, we passed a parked car with two beautiful woman.

One of my buddies asked me to be his wing man, and we struck up a conversation with them. We soon ended up on a double date. I was with her friend, and he was with the prettier of the two, Lisa. Midway through the date, they got into an argument and Lisa asked her friend if she was willing to swap dates? Although it sounded odd, they were both beautiful and I was getting the better of the two. The rest was history.

As I soon learned, Lisa was only 17 years old, and her friend was trying to get her into the dating world. She led me to believe she was a virgin, and I had quickly fallen for her. I too was fairly inexperienced sexually, and I was only looking for a quick hookup. I knew I was moving 2500 miles away, a week later. She left such an impression on me that we decided to have a long distance relationship. Our short week passed with no sex, and we spent the coming months writing and calling each other daily.

Anyone who has been in a long distance, relationship can immediately tell you that it is very difficult. In fact most people immediately advise against it. For us, we had our ups and downs. Weeks could go on where we felt like the luckiest couple on the planet. Then the next week, she would be mad about something I said, and break up with me for little or no reason. Another week, and she would call me back, apologize, and ask me to give her another chance. She was breath taking in every way possible, and every time I was more than happy to accept her apology.

Whenever I managed to save up money to visit her for a weekend, she was usually very distant, physically. Sure she enjoyed cuddling, kissing, and sneaking touches. Overall, she was utterly amazing. But, if I attempted to initiate sex, I encountered cold unwillingness. She told me it was off the table and she was saving it for marriage. I too promised to stay abstinent, and our relationship had proceeded this way for three years.

The only major flaw, on my side of the relationship, was a single one night stand. I had gone three years without masturbating, got very drunk, and encountered someone just looking for some fun. I wish I could describe how amazing the encounter was, but being honest, I lasted a grand total of about 10 seconds, and even that might be exaggerating. There are many names for guys like that, Three Pump Chump, comes to mind. My performance was so bad, I might have felt good being called a Minute Man. The entire encounter was very embarrassing and then adding the anxiety of cheating, prevented me from any further escalation.

I felt horrified for what I had done, and begged Lisa for forgiveness. We broke up for a short time, but we eventually realized we couldn't stand being separated. We later became engaged, but she never forgave me for that indiscretion.

My story (Bachelor Party):

Our long distance relationship was difficult. Honestly, I have no idea how we survived this long. Lisa had made me an offer I couldn't refuse. If I wanted to spend the rest of my life, with her, I needed to quit my job and move back to Chicago. I gave up everything I had worked for, and jumped in feet first. I took a job as a low level engineer, and enrolled to transfer to a local college. I moved in with some of her family members, and prepared for our future life together.

I had no friends in the area, and my best man was traveling in, just for the day of the wedding and reception, so he was unable to throw a bachelor party. My focus was entirely on her, so I didn't care for anything crazy. The last thing I wanted was to create another chance for her to mistrust me. Her father, and some of her male friends, took me to a pool hall. We drank a couple of beers, played several games, and were back home before dark. I drifted off to sleep, eagerly awaiting the coming day, and the knowledge that this amazing woman would soon be mine forever.

The next morning was a blur. I had to pick up everyone's tux's, get everything organized at the church, and wonder why my best man wasn't there yet. His truck broke down, on the interstate, and he was running late. So, my attention was focused on doing his pre-wedding duties. I began to worry because the bride was also late. In true "Lisa" fashion, she arrived at the last minute, and her bridesmaids made a huge show of sneaking her in. I was so nervous that I was about to have a mental breakdown, but I knew it would only be a short while longer.

While standing in the front of the church, my legs shaking with fear and excitement, one of her bridesmaids signaled for me to come back and talk to her. She had an envelope in her hand, that had the logo of a local 1-hour photo developer. She was frowning and didn't make eye contact. She handed me the envelope, and upon opening it, I saw pictures of the bachelorette party. There was picture after picture, of male strippers. Pictures of all of the girls touching and feeling the men. And there was pictures of the girls taking shots of alcohol from the men's g-strings. She explained the drinks were called Blow jobs. Many of these pictures included Lisa in them, and it was obvious she was having a really good time.

I immediately felt sick seeing the love of my life behaving in such a manner. But, before I could react, the signal was given that Lisa was ready, and I had to return to my spot at the front of the church. My brain was twisted in upon itself, but within moments, I saw my bride step out and all of these thoughts immediately disappeared.

All I could think about was her beauty, and I felt amazed that I was so lucky. Very few succeed in dating such an amazing woman. Even fewer manage to marry one. Her white dress perfectly accentuated every curve of her short 5'4" body. Her 32DDD breasts bulged forming a perfect cleavage. Her long blonde curls spilled out from her veil, where I knew that her perfect lips and amazing green eyes were hidden. My mind raced back to the day we had become engaged. We had been talking all night, and went for a walk along the lake. As I was down on my knee, I could see the reflection of the sunrise sparkling off those eyes. I had never imagined it was possible to fall deeper in love with someone. I took her hands in mine and we were married.

Lisa's Story (Bachelorette Party):

I had met Paul randomly. I had just broken up with my latest boyfriend and my best friend had decided the bast way to get over him was to immediately find another man. When I met him, I was stricken with butterflies and couldn't speak. Never had any man had that effect on me. He was 6 foot tall, muscular, and very athletic. His dark brown hair was clean cut, and it perfectly accented his deep blue eyes. His friend had taken an immediate interest in me, but my interest was on Paul. We soon began dating and found ourselves in a long distance relationship.

I always portrayed myself as positively as possible, so I neglected to tell him some very important details about my past. I grew up on the border between Ukraine and Russia, which he knew. What I didn't tell him was, as a young girl, my large breasts began to develop early and I found myself being repeatedly raped by a family member. My family defected to the US, at the end of my junior year of high school and by then I had begun to suffer from split personalities.

After meeting Paul, I realized he was very awkward and uncertain of himself, which I found adorable. But, more importantly, I saw a level of integrity I had never experienced before. I had never believed in love at first sight, but after meeting him, I realized it was true. I was afraid to scare him off, so I withheld the truth. I lied and told him that my strange, and awkward, behavior was due to being a virgin. He believed me, and it worked for years. During our distance, I struggled with staying loyal to him. My friends told me that long distance relationships never work. I should date local people and they told me he was most likely cheating on me anyway. Although I trusted his loyalty, I did follow their advice. I dated a number of guys my senior year, and slept with a couple of them. Every time I cheated, I broke up with him to reduce my feelings of guilt. Ultimately, my feelings always caught up with me, and we found ourselves together again.

When he eventually cheated on me, I was devastated. I believed him that it would never happen again, but I also found myself having to face my own guilt. I had broke things off feeling it was the perfect opportunity to finally get my life on track, but then I found out I was pregnant, which is a story for another day, I decided to visit him and drop the hint of marriage. He never realized the deception and we planned our wedding very quickly. I decided he would be the perfect father, and if married quickly, he would never realize I was unfaithful.

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This brought us to the day of the bachelorette party. My friends were definite party animals. Although, I was more quiet and reserved, they never failed to drag me out of my shell. My Maid of Honor disliked Paul, so she decided to show me what I was missing out on, by marrying him. We began early in the afternoon, meeting at her house where we all had several drinks. I thought this was going to be the entire party, until a limo arrived to take us to a male strip club. Everyone, was having a great time, so I didn't resist much.

We drove around the city, continuing to drink and admittedly, we were all getting very drunk. Once arriving at the club, we were all ready to party, and thoughts of Paul were very distant in the back of my mind. I wasn't worried about him, because I had threatened him with divorce, if I found out he had strippers at his party. I felt a slight tinge of guilt, but then, in my mental state, decided he deserved it.

Inside, the music was loud, and every man on the stage was mesmerizing. We continued to drink, and the dancers often walked around the room allowing us to touch their bodies. Each dancer made sure to give me special treatment due to the sash I wore across my chest declaring me to be the "Bride To Be". One of the dancers stood out from the others, and his cock was massive. I couldn't keep my hands off of his bronzed body and I tried to compare him to Paul. Although, Paul had an amazing body, he was nothing compared to the man in front of me. At one point during the night, the dancer rubbed his tight buns against my chest, and I slid my arms around him, to feel his cock. I had to wrap it with both hands because it was too large for one hand.

Several drinks later, he danced up behind me, and his strong hands grabbed my breasts through my low cut sun dress. As I didn't resist, he came around to the front of me and slid his cock between my breasts and began to thrust the head of his cock near my lips. I was caught up in the moment, and took the head into my lips. He fucked my tits and mouth at the same time, and I couldn't help but notice that my pussy was soaked in its own juices. He finished his set by playing with Julie, my Maid of Honor's, breasts. He kissed and licked her nipples until she grabbed his cock and sucked him off. Ropes of cum erupted, covering her breasts. I felt a tinge of jealousy that she got his gift. But, I was also incredibly amazed that he was able to cover her massive breasts. Of all my friends, she was the only one whose breasts were bigger than mine.

We soon left the club, and she took me to a hotel, next door. Julie had previously parked her car there so we could drive back in the morning. The limo took everyone else back to her house, to get their cars. I entered the room, not knowing what to expect, and found it was a simple room, with a single king sized bed. I laid down on the bed, trying to keep my head from spinning. I was exhausted, and ready for some sleep. She kept me awake, chatting and joking about huge cocks. She was soon interrupted by a knock at the door.

"I wonder who that could be", she smirked as she jumped up, running to the door. I heard a couple of male voices, followed by their obvious entry into the room. I opened my eyes to see the dancer from the club, standing over me. Another sat down on the bed, with Julie in his arms. She slid to her back, as he climbed on top of her, kissing and nibbling at her lips. Julie's top was off in a moment as he drug her bra down, exposing her chest, in all its glory.

He continued to suck each nipple, taking her huge areolas into his mouth. His tongue flicked each nipple, and he lightly bit them with his teeth. A loud moan erupted from her as he continued to feast on her huge chest.

I felt a weight upon my side of the bed, as I realized the other dancer, had stripped while I was distracted with what was happening beside me. He had kneeled next to my head, and rubbed his massive cock across my lips. I was in shock, but the taste of his pre-cum, on my lips, brought me back to reality. I took it with both hands, and began to lick. First I concentrated on the sensitive spot beneath the head. Then I kissed and nibbled along the bottom of the shaft. My hands were stroking up and down the shaft and I looked him in the eyes as I took the head into my mouth. My tongue flicked and swirled, inside my mouth, as I tried desperately to force his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

Normally, I am disgusted by blow jobs, but something about this cock intoxicated me. I marveled at its size and realized how ingenious the shape is. I gagged on it, and tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, but I felt motivated to get that beautiful cock fully into my throat. I could hear moans coming from the dancer, so I knew he was enjoying it. I felt the bed begin to bounce next to me, as I heard Julie's voice say "Oh yes, fuck me Baby!" This was then followed by moans and high pitched sounds as it was obvious he had penetrated her.

The cock in my mouth suddenly slid out, and strong hands forced me onto my back. I felt my panties sliding down, and off, followed by lips kissing along my thighs. I let out a low moan as he worked his way up to my warmth. His tongue licked up along the lips, lightly touching my clit, then returning for another swipe. I was enjoying the treatment, when I suddenly remembered I was getting married in a couple of hours. In a panic I tried to sit up, but he hooked his strong arms around my legs and drove his tongue deep into my pussy. I tried to speak, but my voice was overtaken by pleasure. The room was filled with sounds of pleasure, bed springs creaking, and a set of balls slapping off Julie's ass.

His lips began to kiss up along my hips and along my tight belly. He stopped and spent some time on my hard nipples, bouncing from one to the other. Then he worked his way up to my neck, finding every sensitive spot along the way. My mind screamed at me to stop, but my hands found the tight muscles of his back and my finger tips dug in needing more. I soon felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my tight slit. As much as I wanted to resist, my legs instinctively opened to allow him more access. I moaned and quivered as he pressed himself into me. I felt his massive tip, then the head, then the shaft, as it inched deeper and deeper with each thrust. I couldn't hold back any longer as my body spasmed with a massive orgasm.

I sucked in air and gasped as I have never had an orgasm before, from a cock. Muffled screams erupted from my lips as he began to drive harder and harder. I was in ecstasy, and then the other dancer reached over and grabbed my left breast. He had Julie lying on her side, as he pounded her from behind, and rubbed, pinched, and kneaded my nipple. This pushed me over the edge again, and I screamed out and begged for more. I felt his hard cock bouncing off my cervix as I grunted with each impact. With a loud grunt, he thrusted deep inside me. His balls began to twitch and I could feel the head of his cock expand and vibrate. He began to dump a river of cum deep inside of me. Spurt after spurt coated my insides. Realizing what was happening, and feeling the cum leak out around the sides of his cock, caused me to erupt yet again. I wrapped my legs around him, screaming as I held him tight. My body shook and quivered until I came down from my high.

Next to me, I heard Julie orgasming as her man continued to hammer into her. She begged him to stop, then grabbed my hand to get my attention. Between pants, she begged to swap. "My pussy is too sore, and I have always wondered what your pussy tastes like, on a man's cock". She giggled, and before I could answer, her man, grabbed my leg and pulled me over in front of him. He then rolled my hips, forcing me onto my stomach. He lined up his cock, and slid deeply inside of me. Grabbing my round, hips, my lubricated pussy no longer offered any resistance. He began to pump into me like a jackhammer, causing my heart shaped ass to bounce to his rhythm. At this point, my pussy erupted into a long, steady orgasm that caused me to nearly go unconscious.

Everything was a blur as sight and sounds flew together into a symphony of sex. The sensations erupting through my body was so intense I couldn't concentrate on anything else. Time and reality didn't exist as I felt orgasm after orgasm roll though my body. Then without warning, I was forced to my back.

I realized that Julie was lying beside me, facing opposite. Our breasts were in line and I saw both of the dancers above us, stroking their cocks. I instinctively pressed my breast together, giving them an ample target to aim at. They both erupted in unison as their cock's begin to spurt goo all over us. Julie rolled over and began to lick me clean as she fingered herself to another orgasm. She giggled as she saw my "Bride To Be" sash, covered and sticky. I tried to catch my breath, but fell asleep as exhaustion finally overtook me.

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The next morning was a blur as we rushed around getting our hair, makeup, and nails done. I didn't stop to think about what had happened until I found myself standing at the alter, in front of Paul, reciting our wedding vows We made promises meant to last for the rest of our lives. I am sure he meant every word he said, but I realized, I wasn't ready yet. Our story didn't end here. This was just the beginning. My mind raced with realizations and fears. What did I do? What happens next? What if he finds out?