What a way to end a marriage by slyde503.,
Real story from a woman’s life, transcribed with some of my writing style… , I am a woman in my fifties, and I am recently divorced. It was too long of a time coming, and I think I wasted too many years not knowing what good sex was. The sex in my marriage slowed down a lot in our forties, and when my husband suggested that we try swapping with another couple last year, I wasn’t interested at all. I figured the sex wasn’t worth all of the effort that we would be putting into it. I turned him down time after time, and after he badgered me enough, I finally told him to go find whatever woman he wanted and just fuck her, and I would be fine without it. I probably shouldn’t have said that, but I did, and he did go out and do just that. I think that he had done it in the past, and although he is no catch, he still managed to get sex. Maybe it was a hooker? This time I was aware that he was doing it though, so it was no longer suspicion that he was cheating, it was jealousy that he was with another woman, even though I guess I allowed him to do it.
It caused some pretty big friction in our already strained marriage, and our sex life pretty much stopped. Even when I was feeling in the mood, he wasn’t interested, which made me feel pretty bad, and also sure that he was still sleeping around often even though I had only told him to do it the one time. My husband sensed it, and I think out of greed, he started in on me again about the couple thing. He knew that I wasn’t comfortable having four people naked in the same room, so he figured I would tell him to go bang another woman on his own, and he would have his continued freedom. I didn’t make that mistake again, and finally he accused me of being jealous. I didn’t admit to it, but he was sure the fix was to get me to have sex with another man, and that would get me to let him play with women guilt free.
He snapped a picture when I was changing clothes, and put an ad online. Little did he know that his actions had just ended our marriage!
I got up one morning and had three dozen emails waiting for me, mostly with picture of guys’ penises staring me in the face. I was furious and told him to take it down, which he did. I started going through the emails and deleting them. One of them stuck out though, it didn’t have a crude picture attached, it was just a few sentences complimenting my looks. None of the other emails were even close to what I would consider a gentleman would write. I took a chance, and sent a reply to only that email, thanking him for the flattering words that I knew I didn’t deserve since I had let myself go to the point of being over 200 pounds. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I put my phone number on it, and quickly hit send.
My heart was beating pretty fast at what I had just done, but my feelings were quickly crushed by an email that said that my message wasn’t sent through, because the posting had been deleted already. I returned to my sour attitude and didn’t speak to my husband the rest of the morning. A couple hours later, I was surprised when I opened my purse and saw my phone blinking, opening it to find a text message from a number not in my phone book. I was almost giddy to read the message and learned that it was from the man who had said the kind words!
I have never been one to text, and even more, I didn’t know what to say right then. The text was from an hour before, so I figured there was no need to respond right then. I closed my phone and put it in my purse. I ran out grocery shopping and when I got home I realized that my husband was getting ready to leave to go “fishing”. He likes to just disappear for the whole weekend now and then, and especially when he isn’t happy with me. He had the boat attached to his van, and he was in the garage getting his things together. I took the groceries inside and then went to take a shower since I was now all sticky from the wonderful weather here.
When I got out of the shower, he had already left. I was actually relieved to have the house to myself. My mind had wandered in the shower, thinking about the fact that there was actually a man that thought I was attractive, and I was getting a little hot. I decided that I needed to relieve myself, but when I opened the nightstand to get out my friend, I realized that the big bottle of lube was missing. I opened the drawer wider and looked, but it definitely wasn’t in there. That made me suspicious because there was no reason for it to be anywhere else, and I knew it wasn’t empty. What I DID notice, was a large box of condoms that my husband had bought when he first thought that we would be having a couple coming over. The end was ripped open though, and when I picked it up, most of the condoms had been removed.
I was fed up with the conclusion I came to about his “fishing” trip. I wasn’t in the mood to use my toy anymore either. I decided that I was going to see if I could get a few more kind words out of this man on my phone, as I knew that would make me feel better. I texted him, and in only a minute, I got one back. Again, I don’t know what came over me, but I asked him if he had eaten lunch yet. It was almost 2 by now, so I figured he had eaten. When he said he had not, my heart started beating out of my chest at what I was thinking of doing next. I told him I was getting hungry, and asked him if he would like to join me for lunch.
I had to sit down now, at the thought of what I had just done. I couldn’t believe that I was getting ready to meet a complete stranger for lunch, and he has seen me naked! I don’t know why I hadn’t though of this, but when he responded, accepting my offer and asking me where, I went blank. I had no idea where to meet him. I started to worry that my favorite places would end up having me run into someone I know, or they would see me flirting with a man at the table. I am pretty sure that my brain had been shut off completely now, because before I understood what I was doing, I had just texted him back that I had just picked up groceries.
I am not sure if I meant to continue typing that sentence as a way of saying I had just run errands, so I didn’t want to drive very far for a quick lunch, or what, but it sure didn’t come across that way! I was pretty afraid that I had just come across sounding like a slut, telling him to come eat at my place, and that he was going to say something crude and sexual, and ruin my respect for him, but he didn’t. He asked if that meant that I wanted to do a picnic or something, and told me to let him know when and where. I thought that was so sweet of him to not think the worst of me and pounce on that statement as an invitation into my house. Looking back, I was probably acting like a school girl, but I made the decision right then that I WOULD invite him over to the house, and probably do anything he wanted to, no matter what his looks were. I figured a fat old woman like me shouldn’t be picky on looks, so if he ended up being as sweet as he sounds, he would probably wouldn’t try anything.