Note: There will be at least two chapters to this story. It isn't the most graphic sexually, but it is a sexually inspired tale of a wife taking control over her husband. I hope you enjoy.
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This story began ten years ago at my ten year high school reunion. At the time life was great. I had no idea of what was to come. No idea that I was going to be here now shopping for a suit with my ex-wife for her new husband for our twentieth high-school reunion.
I already could see the looks people were going to give me. The looks of pity and shock when they discover what has happened to me and I could already feel the shame burning inside me.
Ten years ago I was a successful lawyer. I had lots of money. I was a wide receiver who had played college ball and managed to get drafted and secure a contract in the NFL. I never played a game and was third string, but I invested my money wisely and I had Beth at my side. Beth was my high-school sweetheart. She was gorgeous. Five foot seven, blonde, green eyes and a beautiful body, way above my league.
We were at our reunion when Nick came by the table and took a seat. Nick had dated Beth briefly while I was away at college. We had been friends, but after they dated I couldn't stand to be around him anymore. We had played football together. I had seen him in the showers. I knew he was well endowed. It bothered me.
We made polite conversation, but as the night wore on Beth began flirting with him. Right in front of me. I thought it was harmless so I let it slide. They danced together and I could see that they were a bit too friendly with each other, but I didn't want to make a scene. Then Nick's buddies gathered around me and kept me busy. I couldn't see Beth and Nick on the dance floor for about a half hour.
When Beth returned to the table she was flush and wanted to go home. Back at home in bed we were frisky. My wife was turned on and we quietly undressed and got into bed. With her eyes closed she started to ride me. I loved watching her grind into me, he perfect 36C breasts bobbing up and down, her toned stomach and we wet pussy all for me. The look of ecstasy on her face... only as I looked up this time I saw frustration. I had never seen that before. She started to grind hard, taking me as deep as she could until she collapsed on top of me and I realized that she was crying.
I wasn't sure of what to do so I held her until she calmed. Then she told me that she was sorry. I asked her why.
"Tonight I let Nick take advantage of me." That stung.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We were dancing and I had too much to drink, I was so turned on. We went in the back room where the mats were and he kissed me."
"Is that all?" I mustered.
At this point she got off me and my dick slid out of her pussy, but I was still hard. "That's not all. That was just the beginning." My mind filled with visions of them having sex, his hands on her tits. I didn't notice that I had started to stroke myself.
