My marriage was a sham. On the outside it appeared to be a good solid 19-year marriage with two happy well adjusted kids, a good house and me having a good, reliable and fulfilling job as a teacher. In reality yes the kids were well looked after, I enjoyed my job and the house was ok but the marriage was none existent. There were few feelings left between Jackie, my wife, and I. In the final few years we shared a bed out of necessity rather than desire, as we had no spare room. Jackie had taken to wearing, giant passion killer knickers and bras, not that I ever got to see her in them, as she would only change when I was out of the room and the door shut, but I did see them on the washing line. She also slept in thick floor length nightgowns. As for sex well it happened once in the last five years and even then it was a birthday treat and it was a 'if you must' and she lay there fiddling with her hair as I fucked her. I might as well as been using a blow up doll!
It didn't start of like this and that made me all the more resentful. We started going out after her eighteenth birthday party. We had known each other for ages and got on well. We were both virgins but after about a year that changed. The sex was great, noisy, varied and frequent. We did it when ever and where ever we could. In fact the riskier the more it turned Jackie on. One of her favourites was fucking in her room upstairs whilst her parents, who, especially her father, were very straight laced and believed in no sex before marriage, were downstairs watching TV. After we had made love she used to enjoy getting dressed, without cleaning up and sitting with her parents for a while with her knickers and vagina full of my cum. We also frequently fucked outside and even in a swimming pool at a caravan park we were staying in. There was little we didn't try except anal sex and although she loved giving head I was not allowed to cum in her mouth. As you can imagine I was delighted when she accepted my marriage proposal and looked forward to a happy sexually fulfilled marriage.
How wrong I was from the day we got married intercourse virtually stopped apart from two brief periods during which she conceived two kids. Then the mutual masturbation and cuddling dwindled away and I found myself reliant on jerking off. On top of this Jackie lost her job several times and we had to survive on my salary. This made her obsessive about money and I was given hardly any cash to spend and seeing mates was out as it was 'too bloody expensive!' She gradually became more and more depressed and the situation gradually developed into the situation I outlined above; stable but definitely unsatisfactory. As you can imagine I felt totally used, frustrated and fed up.
Eventually I decided enough was enough and initiated divorce proceedings. I eventually managed to keep custody of the kids and the house. Jackie went back to live with her parents.
I enjoyed my new freedom and although I had no regular girlfriend I felt more relaxed and life became far more enjoyable. Eventually my decree absolute came through and I celebrated hard with a few mates.
Over the next couple of month's life gained a natural rhythm and the children and I were very content. I even had a couple of dates none of which came to much or involved more than a polite kiss. Life was good at last but I still felt bitter towards Jackie. The more I thought about it the more I felt used and the more I realised that she had used sex as a power tool/lever to get what she wanted. I even discussed it with my best mate, Paul, and he was even more disgusted than I was in the way that she had treated me and amazed that I put up with it for so long. The injustice of it gnawed away at me and I wanted to get even but had no idea how. Paul just told me to put it behind me and get on with enjoying life- easy for him to say.
About four or five months after my divorce was finalised I had a win on the National Lottery, not a small one either, I won the rollover jackpot of £8.75million! I rapidly brought a new much larger house with a swimming pool, hot tub etc. I decided life at last was being good to me and my desire to get even with Jackie drifted to the back of my mind.
It wasn't long after the kids and I had settled into our new house that Jackie phoned, sounding awful, and stated that she urgently needed to discuss something with me. I thought it must be about the kids, as that was all we discussed now we were separated, so invited her over for dinner a couple of nights later. She could see the kids, they would be excited especially as she could put them to bed and then we could talk over dinner.
I was surprised when Jackie arrived on the chosen night. She had lost a lot of weight, not from her chest I was pleased to see, and had dress smartly in a lovely skirt and semi translucent top - far sexier than she wore when married to me. The afternoon/ evening went well and the kids were really excited to show mum around the house and delighted that she could put them to bed in their own beds. I had sorted a beautiful and expensive dinner so that I could show of my newfound wealth. The conversation flowed reasonably easily but it was not till after dinner Jackie revealed the true reason for her visit.
'Martin, I... am not sure how best to say this but...' she started nervously 'I... I want...no need your help.'
'Go on,' I said intrigued.
'Well, You know I still live with mum and dad,'
'Yes and?'
'I can't stand it. Dad is driving me crazy! I can't work on medical grounds, I have no money and my life is hell with no way to escape!' she blurted out and began to cry. I thought for I while. I certainly had the means to help her but did I have the inclination. It was then the thoughts of getting even came back. I wouldn't help her and just enjoy seeing her suffer. No, that wasn't quite right. An idea then struck me. It was brilliant, totally appropriate and would totally satisfy my need for revenge.
'OK, here is what I propose,' I stated, 'I haven't sold our old house. I am actually getting it done up, including the extension we used to dream of, and was then going to let it. I will give it to you plus £200,000.'
'Wow, that is more than I, or for that matter anybody, could possibly expect of you and it would set me up for the rest of my life,' Jackie replied ecstatically.
'It will however cost you,' I continued.
'Anything, anything,' She bubbled happily
'Well, if you are sure. Next Friday you are to move in here and stay in the spare room until the house is ready,'
'That sounds great,' Jackie said happily.
'I have not finished.' I continued 'you are to wear the clothes I select for you for the entire time you are with us.'
'Ok, Ok that sounds fine,' she agreed
