(Though my stories are standalone, they're all somewhat related. For a complete list of chronology, refer to my profile info.)
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After our kids were both off to college, Bonnie and I actually had a falling out in our marriage. If you've been reading my stories, you're probably very surprised because it would seem like we had a very good sex life. However, it takes a lot more than sex to keep a marriage going. What happened was after the kids were off to college, Bonnie went back to full time work and her priorities changed. At first it was refreshing to get some time off alone, but then we just kind of drifted.
We used to have date nights on Fridays, but her new company held beer nights every Friday for the employees. So actually on Fridays, I went back to poker nights with the boys and she spent them with her coworkers. One Friday night, most of the boys were busy and so our poker night was cancelled. Being that I hadn't spent a lot of time with my wife, I decided to drop by her work to see if she'd rather have a beer with me instead.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I could see the party going on through the big building windows and hear loud music. I was a little confused at first because I only saw men drinking beer. Then suddenly I realized there was a woman being fucked bent over a desk with her wrists tied behind her back by a necktie. Her business skirt was pulled to her waist while a fat man in a suit was driving hard into her. As he was about to cum, he pulled her face up from the table by her hair and unmistakably, it was my wife Bonnie. I was stunned and frozen still in my car. Her suit jacket and blouse were open with her bare tits on display as the fat man pumped her viciously. Her eyes were closed as she moaned into the panties stuffed in her mouth. She wasn't struggling one bit, just bending over and taking it.
Even though at this time she was in her 40s, but being Asian made her look like a young innocent intern. When the big man was about to cum, he pulled her off the desk to her knees on the floor and yanked the panties out of her mouth. To my shock, Bonnie stuck out her tongue and eagerly awaited his stream of sticky hot mess. Then he just zipped up nonchalantly and grabbed a beer while another man took his place. He pulled her up by the hair and fucked her on her back spread out over the desk with her legs wide open and her heels in the air. I could see that her eyes were dry and her face was in ecstasy. She was a compliant office slut and the only things coming out of her were drools and savage grunts.
He choked her and spat on her while taunting her, "How does office whore like it?"
"Hard... I like it hard....," responded my wife with her eyes closed and mouth wide open.
Delighted with her response, he taunted her more, "You can't get enough, huh?"
To my surprise, my wife replied, "More... give me more! Fill up the office slut!"
The guy called out and a couple more guys came over. They pulled her head over the edge of the desk and took turns throat fucking her upside down face while the other guy kept pumping that soggy cunt. They milked her tits as they tried to double stuff her mouth with 2 cocks while she mumbled and moaned in loud grunts.
Now you're probably thinking that since in the past I've shared stories of my wife being violated by other men that I would be enjoying it. Yes, I was horny as hell watching my wife treated as the office bike, but I was also pissed as hell. You see, in the past it had always been either my choice or she was reluctantly violated. She was "my" fucking slut. Watching her so compliant submitting to these men behind my back made me realize she was no longer mine.
I took some pictures and videos before leaving. Well, I left after I... well you know, finished up. Hey, it was still a great show! For the following days, I snubbed her and unsurprisingly, she didn't even notice. After about a week, I had everything in order and presented her the evidence along with the divorce papers. She was frantic and cried while she begged.
She told me it was just a regular job like any other. Then one day, she made some serious mistake which cost the company a lot of money. This was when the fat man, her boss, started blackmailing her sexually. At first he was just fucking her every few days or so. However, when he found out she was such a sexual freak, things began to intensify into whipping, choking, bondage, and more. Eventually she was his daily fuck toy until finally he offered her to the whole office each Friday night for a gangfest. Truth is? It was so cliché, I didn't believe her.
After she reluctantly agreed to quit the job, I agreed on marriage counseling. We started seeing this therapist, but I doubted it would resolve anything. She was some 26 yr old with a master degree in psychology and family counseling. Though very knowledgeable from her education, the therapist was like a kid to me with no real relationship experience. We talked about our marriage, even some part of our sex life at these sessions. The therapist believed that our marriage was too sexually focused and that was why it lost its luster. So under the recommendation, we took a trial separation for 6 months.
The point was to see whether we would miss each other or fall apart. We were allowed to date and even fuck other people if we wanted, but the counselor suggested that we didn't. She believed we needed to withdraw from sex. Each of us got to make a request on who were not permitted for the other party. I chose her ex-coworkers obviously because they were the reason I wanted a divorce. Not surprisingly, Bonnie chose her baby sister Kaitlyn, which we had a threesome with once.
Tell you the truth, I could've done the 6 months without beating a sweat. I mean, it was like being single again and on vacation. However, there was just one problem and it made it too agonizing for me. That problem was my daughter Anna. Aside from the fact she inherited my wife's slim athletic body but with my taller height, her face actually looks almost exactly like her mother's. So whenever she came to visit me, it was a clear reminder of my wife and I started to miss her.
Anna's behavior also didn't help. Bonnie was actually a late bloomer and found her sexual appetite with me. However, our daughter Anna had always been sexually promiscuous and a tease since her teens. For all the things I've appreciated about my wife's sexual nature, they became a father's nightmare when inherited by his little girl. However, the real nightmare wasn't guarding her against all the boys, but how she was with me.
If you've done some Freudian study, Freud claimed that every daughter is sexually attracted to their father and in some ways is always a sexual rival to the wife. Freud stated this as why daughters are daddy's little girls. Though I'm not really into Freudian theory, I had to give him some credit. What am I talking about?
Ok, my wife took the house and I moved out to an apartment. One time when my daughter visited, she showed up in a tight halter top and ripped jean shorts, showing off those legs that won't quit. From the nipple bumps, it was also clear she was not wearing a bra. She dyed her black hair with streaks of blonde and had it in a ponytail. She would gleefully greet me and then give me the tightest hug with her round bulging breasts squeezed up against me. Tell me that was normal behavior?
I lived in a single bedroom apartment and would always offer her my bedroom while I took the couch. However, she always left the bedroom or bathroom door open with a crack. She would be changing or sometimes in a bath towel and didn't even care. At times I honestly thought she wanted me to notice. Then there was the time she just blatantly walked around the apartment in a pair of laced thongs and a spaghetti strap tank top.
She was driving me nuts because not only did she look just like her mother, but she was younger, tighter, and more sexually suggestive. A few times during her visits she wanted to just spend some late night watching movies with me. She would cuddle up to me wearing barely anything other than skin tight short-shorts and a tank top. I had to cross my legs to hide my bulge during those movie hours. It also didn't help that her choice of movies weren't like Toy Story or something. She picked regular movies often with sex scenes.
You cannot imagine what kind of restraint I had. I mean, how many times I wanted to just rip that tank top off this little tease and just feast on her engorged tits. She couldn't be that oblivious, she had to be doing it on purpose. There was one time the remote control fell under the coffee table, so she went on all fours on the carpet to retrieve it with her round almond ass right in my view. I was so tempted to just yank those shorts down to her knees and pound her like a freakin' beast until her milky flesh was covered with rug burns. The more she teased me the more I wanted to punish her whore cunt. It was so uncomfortable, I started to dread her visits.
You seriously think I fucked her didn't you? No, I did not fuck my own daughter, get real! However, she drove me insanely horny for my wife that I started to take the counselor's advice and dated a few women. I don't know if any of you husbands out there had ever been in this situation before? But I found myself in unfamiliar territories with all these "app" dating and social media things. It was confusing and honestly irritable. So I did my best by asking friends and coworkers to introduce me to other women. Most of them hooked me up with women in Bonnie's age. It was a disaster. These women were desperate or jaded and not pleasant to be around. Truthfully, it made me miss my wife even more because I came to realize how damn good Bonnie looked at her age.
Then some of my friends introduced me to 20-30 year olds. This coworker introduced me to his 24 yr old niece. She was a fine sexy piece of meat, but the whole date she was glued to her fucking phone. What has this generation turned into? Then there was this one woman in her early 30s. I kid you not, the first thing she asked me was how much money I was making. I told her I was a senior manager, but that wasn't enough. She wanted a ballpark figure.
So about 3 months into the separation, I had a dozen of these dates and needless to say, I didn't sleep with anyone. Most of them were simply not attractive and the others were hot but they irritated me so much with their personality that I couldn't leave the dates fast enough. I also wondered about these women, how they were in bed and if they could satisfy my kinky taste. It was stressful like college all over again, trying to find the right girl.
