So for a long time there we’d continue trying to fuck, but more and more often Ole John failed to hold up his part of the bargain. Those times things came to a screeching halt and all we’d do was cuddle until finally dropping off to sleep. And to think! We did that for the longest time and I was such a clueless cuck I accepted your claim that sex just wasn’t that important to you anymore–that you just wanted to make me happy. (It was like you didn’t even hear what I said about enjoying playing with you to get you off and that getting off with a limber cock still being better than nothing.)
All these memories rushed pell-mell through my head as I stood in the doorway watching my own personal porn show. I’ve read in Literotica about husbands who really got a kick out of watching another man fucking their wives; let me state here and now–“I didn’t enjoy it a damn bit!”
In fact, after watching him bring you to two screaming orgasms with his tongue all I could think of was, ‘Well, at least she’s full of shit about thinking oral sex is nasty.’
Yeah, before you ask, I did recognize the man you’d admitted was your first–god knows I’ve seen his picture many times; I mean for a long time we’d kept our yearbooks right there on the coffee table and every time I flipped through yours, his picture that he’d signed, “To the Love of my life,” had a way of jumping out at me.
Even a man would have to admit He was a handsome cuss. His ‘chiseled’ face and athletic body was sure to turn any girl’s head and when I asked, you were honest with me–I thought. You said you dated him all through school and that he was your first; that you’d only broken off the relationship when he went Ohio State on a football scholarship.
At that time you’d assured me you hadn’t seen him in years and that since we’d gotten together you’d never given Larry a second thought. I remember your words explicitly, “Tony,” you said, “You’re my man now, and you will always be my man. No, you weren’t my first, just like I wasn’t yours, but I promise you this–YOU WILL BE MY LAST! JUST LIKE I DARN WELL BETTER BE YOUR LAST!”
Well, I’d thought, so much for that promise, and from where I’m standing I’m guessing today wasn’t the first time you, my loving wife, made me an unknowing cuckold. Now it was up to me to do what was best for me, but while I was deciding, it wouldn’t hurt to have some video evidence, so out came the old cell phone and its handy camera app. What the heck did husbands do before these handy recorders were available–walk around with a camera hanging around their neck?
No way was I going to be able to watch much of that without blowing a gasket, so as soon as I thought I had enough video I turned and walked away. I didn’t want to ‘cut off my nose to spite my face’ as the old folks used to say, so I drove down to the park where I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on a bench watching the ducks swim around and trying to decide my next move.
As I considered all things I realized it was almost inevitable you would look elsewhere for what I couldn’t supply. After all, you were a healthy woman just past your prime but one would never know it by looking at you. Unlike me, you’d kept yourself in good shape by watching your diet and regular gym workouts
And as bad as I hated to admit it, there you were, a hot woman tied to a chubby old asshole who couldn’t keep a hard-on long enough to satisfy her. Hell, due to me, our social life was limited to going out with friends–me sitting around sipping on a beer and talking with the men while you joined the other wives on the dance floor dancing with whichever guy got up enough nerve to ask right in front of us husbands.
That was the day I decided to change my life; a strict diet and gym workouts three times a week became the new normal for me. Sandy, you thought it was four times, but the fourth night I spent at Miss Cindy’s Dance Studio, trying to develop rhythm and teach my two left feet that one of them was a right foot.
Was I successful? The answer would had to be “Yes and No” depending on what someone thought my goal was. If it was to convince you that we still loved each other too much for you to fuck round with your old flame, the answer was “No” but if it was to show you how much you meant to me and keep you from leaving me outright, the answer was “Yes.”
So, what did I decide to do about your indiscretions? Well, it wasn’t what all the keyboard commandos on Literotica would claim they’d do, but then we’ll never know what we’d do until faced with the situation.
While I was still trying to decide if I wanted to accuse you and bring things to a head, my doctor made the decision easy. I won’t bore you with the details, but after an extensive battery of test, he called for us to meet in his office, where he gave me the news about what awaited me in no more than ten years, barring a major medical breakthrough.
Basically the last few years I’d require an awful lot of nursing, which you tearfully assured both of us you would provide; there was no need to worry about hiring a professional. I admit I had my doubts, but …
Maybe the time I caught you was the first time you’d cheated after all–I don’t know–but I do know after that night you became the old Sandy I knew and loved. There was a spring in your step, a smile on your face and a song on your lips, as you flittered about the house treating me like a king–in every way except sexually. Sexually I was still cut off completely, and my secretly installed camera attested that while I was working every afternoon, trying to assure both you and the employees would be okay after I checked out, Larry was supplying you with everything I was unable to provide.
So I decided to just let things ride; I’d do all I could to make the company as successful as I could in the time I had left–with some important changes. One big one was it became an employee owned enterprise–yes since I inherited it, I could do that.
Don’t worry, you will be taken care of; not nearly as well as I intended before I heard the recording of you and your lover bad mouthing me, but you’ll have an allowance enabling you to live out your life in comfort. However you won’t have anything to attract the damn gold digging bastards like the one I’m sure is already hanging around you like a bee around honey.
Same thing goes for the kids; they won’t have a big college debt and they will get a good nest egg to start but then have to earn their way in life. I’m sure they will think I’m awful, but I’m doing them the biggest favor of their young lives.
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Afraid I’m not going to get a chance to say everything I wanted to. Since I wrote the above I had a flair up and the doctor don’t think I have long left, so my lawyer will be getting in touch–I honestly wish you hadn’t lost your respect for me.
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Hi, I’m Sandy and after reading the letter Tony left me I have to admit I was burned up about the way he cut me out of what I thought was my just due. Yes, I fought the will and the slick way he just eased me out of millions, (well, maybe not millions, but a lot of money–how much I can only guess) but after spending too much of what I did get on lawyers, I got exactly what Tony stipulated in his will.