Just another story of love, betrayal and recovery.
I’m sure you could write it yourself. Written in UK English from a dyslexic. Wahtever.
Chapter 1 – Our Marital Problem.
For years I’d plagued my wife to allow us to explore our sex life outside of the conventional, because in all honesty after 22 years together we were stale, and the cracks were beginning to show. She never bought into that; fidelity was crucial in her sense of what marriage should be.
I on the other hand thought it was something that might lift our current malaise in the bedroom and what a married couple agreed to do was nobody’s business but theirs, as I said, she had other ideas. It wasn’t that I didn’t value fidelity, I was just tired of going without and would try anything.
We’d married young, I was 21 and Sally was not quite 19, now as a 40-year-old she was still incredibly hot, but I was starting to show the miles on the clock, not as full a head of hair, starting to add an inch or two around the middle. She worked out, I didn’t and recently she had seemed to lose interest in sex, at least in sex with me though I had never suspected she would cheat.
When I brought up our diminishing love life over the last 6 months, she admitted for the first time that the fact I hadn’t looked after myself as well as she had done was a big factor. It almost shattered my confidence when she said that seeing so many men of my age in the gym looking ripped, then coming home to me had genuinely affected her will to have sex with me.
So shocked was I at this revelation that, I had a mini breakdown in front of her and actually, I almost cried when she pointed that out, yeah, I know pretty wimpy, eh?
It broke my heart. She had hugged me tight and told me it didn’t have to be this way, that she loved me, had always been faithful, but with me moaning about our lack of sex, she’d decided that she had to come clean, and that this little bout of pain would be worth it if I got off my ass and did something about it.
She looked me straight in the eye and said, “Paul, I don’t want to hurt you, but fat is not sexy, it turns me off when your flabby little belly is sweating on my tits and stomach. I’m sorry but I’ve been faking interest in sex for most of the past year, I need you to be the old you, the horn dog you, fit to fuck all day and all night, ripped and full of energy. Right now, it would probably kill you if we tried some of the positions we used to love, it’s not good babe, I can’t get into it and yet you know how much I love sex.”
I looked at Sally and hung my head, “I’m so sorry Sally, right now I feel like shit, I’ve let you down and I’ve let myself down. I started to worry that you might be getting your satisfaction elsewhere, I’m so sorry I’ve been so lazy and selfish.”
Sally looked at me, clearly thinking, paused a short while and said, “Paul, I have been getting satisfied elsewhere but it’s not as good as what we had before you stopped trying.”
I looked at her in shock, fuck she’d cheated on me… but wait, she said just five minutes ago that she’d been faithful… she saw my look of shock and worry & said, “Come on, come with me.” She led me to our bedroom and opened her side of the big wardrobe and delving into the back of a drawer, extricated a large dildo and a smaller bullet vibrator.
Looking me in the eyes again, she continued, “These bad boys have stopped me from going crazy, but I tell you Paul, in recent months I have looked at hot guys in the gym, I’ve seen them in all the mirror walls, checking me out and they obviously like what they see, and it’s turned me on. I’ve seen bulges in their shorts when they’ve been checking me out, it’s driven me crazy that I can turn on half a gym, but my husband doesn’t seem to give a shit.”
“If we don’t do something about this, now that we are talking this way, I’m not sure how long more I could have held out without having some stud with a six pack and a big cock cleaning my pipes. I hate to say it but I’m relieved that we are having this chat, and I’m giving you an ultimatum, get yourself in shape or almost certainly in the long term, I will break our vows. I’ll give you 4 months and no longer, I’ve been going without for too long, but now you know, it’s up to you to shape up or lose your sole fucking privileges with me.”
I didn’t like what I was hearing, blatant threats of infidelity, but I understood where she was coming from, I hoped she was just laying it on a bit thick for effect, but yes, what she was saying was uncomfortable but true, and I knew she was taking this chance to make or break us. It was up to me to change, message received.
“Baby, I have always been faithful, but I’m not a nun and now I’m horny and tempted, I need to have my needs taken care of. You have no idea how hard this has been, I’ve been so nervous about bringing this up, I didn’t want to hurt you. I have to tell you that since I hit 40 a few months back, my sex drive has gone through the roof, what I have lying on our bed is not my first dildo and that is my third bullet, I’ve been breaking them with overuse. I need you to step up.”
“OK Paul, we both miss sex so this is what I propose. This evening we are going to the gym, and you are signing up, we are getting you a personal trainer to give you a good start and a programme for you to get in shape. Would you like an incentive because I reckon you need to shift 40 pounds to be fitter?”
I nodded yes.
“OK, firstly, tonight, after we get back from the gym, we are going to make love, we won’t fuck because I don’t think you are physically up to what I’d like, so I’ll be the fit one on top, fucking you as you lie back and enjoy what a fit body can do. But babe, that is the last time you get your cock in my pussy until you have lost your first five pounds, agreed?”
I nodded again.
“There is no reason that I shouldn’t be getting mine, so every night until the first five pounds goes, you will be pleasing me with your tongue and those 2 bad boys lying on the bed, OK?”
Again, I confirmed I was in all the way, just as I hoped my cock would be regularly from now on, once I’d shed the pounds.
She smiled at me and said, “Paul, you might think I’m punishing you, and in a way maybe I am, but I can’t wait to get back to what we should be, you’ve become lazy, you’ve given up, so what I’m going to do is like the carrot and stick theory. Got it?”
Yeah, I got it, I was also delighted that she was going to fuck me tonight and also strangely excited that she was clearly taking charge of what our sex lives would look like. We had always been 50:50 in the bed but I had always had little daydreams about her dominating me, at least a little. Nothing we had ever actually done but I was intrigued.
Chapter 2 — The Last Fuck
Our confrontation was on a Saturday, so that evening we went to the gym, I signed up and was matched with a personal trainer, a fit lady maybe 10 years less than our age called Katie. Katie told me that I better be serious because she didn’t tolerate slackers. I didn’t reveal exactly the incentives I had from my wife, nor the ultimatum, but I assured her I couldn’t be more serious, that I was depending in her to push me and push me again to be better.
Katie said that my target to lose 40 pounds was reasonable but depending on how much I put into things that it could take up to 6 months. Whoa, I said, I don’t have 6 months, Sally is threatening to fuck someone else if I don’t lose the weight in 4 months, in fact she had said, “I’ll give you 4 months and no longer” fuck this was going to be tough.
Then Katie said, “Paul you also have to keep in mind that although you will be losing fat, you will be gaining muscle, so net weight loss depends on both, I know you want to look good which means carrying more muscle but that will slow your weight loss, fat & muscle weigh much the same. Effectively if you lose 60 pounds of fat and put on 20 pounds of muscle there is your net loss of 40 pounds, which is simplistic but that’s why I say a fair expectation is 6 months.”
Oh shit, I’m in trouble.
The time this whole thing took allowed Sally to have a good workout.
I noticed that she had worn very tight and revealing gym gear, her butt looked awesome her tits aren’t huge, but they don’t have much sag for a 40-year-old, and they were strapped in for the workout and jiggling beautifully. I was finished and saw her last 10 minutes, she hadn’t exaggerated, she really did have quite an audience of men, some sneaking peaks in the mirrored walls, others blatantly ogling her looking like their tongues were hanging out. Even a few ladies were glancing at her, either with envy or maybe some other intent.
It was an eyeopener for me and I realised that she would have no shortage of offers if she decided to make herself available outside of our marriage. I completely trusted that she had never let things get that far, but equally, she had made clear I was now under the gun to get in shape and from what Katie told me this was going to be really tough.
My brain was numb, would Sally really hold me to the weight loss target strictly? Would she really step outside our marriage if I didn’t hit the target? Surely not but she was playing tough, I just didn’t know.
The gym has a small restaurant, more of a healthy snack shop, so we had a small meal there before heading home. Again, she was letting me see that she had no shortage of admirers and some guys around our age stopped by briefly to say hello, a few I found too friendly for my liking and a bit intimidating, but Sally never appeared anything but simply friendly to any.
One guy I recognised as a neighbour who lived near us maybe 10 doors away, we weren’t particularly friends but nodding acquaintances, however he gave Sally a brief hug and they clearly knew each other well at the gym. He was Stewart and was some specimen, built like a tank on top, tapering to a trim waist with strong glutes and legs, definitely a man in shape whilst I was not the complete opposite but clearly not close to being in his league. Their hug surprised me but didn’t seem like a big deal to either of them.
On the way home, I mentioned Stewart and how they seemed friendlier than I had expected. She closed that down quickly, said they were just gym buddies who sometimes spotted each other on weights and told me she has plenty of friends at the gym, male & female and for me not to get twisted when I saw her hug a friend.
Of course, I took her at face value.
She hadn’t showered at the gym so as not to delay getting home, now she suggested I open some wine and nibbles whilst she showered. Ten minutes later she appeared, hair wet but towelled dry and tied back. She was wearing just a wrap over whatever underwear she had on.
We drank a glass of wine and ate a little and soon it was clear we were both thinking of the sex we had decided on, she shrugged off the wrap and she was wearing my favourite white lacy teddy which hid very little. Fuck she looked extra hot, where had my dumb brain be, not doing my bit to keep our fires burning?
I knelt in front of her and asked her to lean back in her chair, rubbing up and down her toned thighs outside at first, reaching around to cup her sexy ass, moving up to knead her perky breasts, finally I went down using hands and mouth to tease her inner thighs and kiss all around her groin, I popped the poppers on the teddy and there it was my treasure, a slightly shaped mound of pubic hair, still with just enough hair to satisfy my desires. Not for me the shaved pussy, I like a woman to look like a woman, with at least a decent supply of pubic hair, I love to run my tongue through it, don’t care if the odd one catches in my teeth, I love the sight and smell of a natural cunt.
I dived in and urged her ass towards the front of the chair, licking and kissing as I went and as she opened herself wide I alternatively sunk my tongue in her pussy and asshole, licking back and forth between those two beautiful holes and being rewarded by the taste and smells that turn me on when going down on my wife.
Soon she was pulling my face into her crotch, grinding cunt, ass and clit onto my tongue and coming really hard for the first time in months. She almost drowned me with her juices, and I loved it.
“Well baby, that was a hell of a start, looks like seeing me and my fans at the gym really got to you, you haven’t got me off like that in a long time, I nearly blacked out, it was wonderful. Paul, this is going to be great, I know I’ve threatened you with cheating on you if you don’t shape up, but remember, it’s carrot and stick, that is just the threat that I hope makes you realise how bad things became in bed and bust your ass to get in shape and get our sex life back on track.”
“Speaking of which, I think I promised to fuck your cock tonight, let’s go to bed.” As she had said she made me lie on the bed, then again ground herself on my face to get herself going again, then lowered her cunt onto my cock.
Oh, it felt so good, she ground on it squeezing my cock with her Kegels, it was as if she had it in her hand and was squeezing as hard as she could, but of course, that velvet pussy drenched with juices was a treat that no hand could match. She took her time and was enjoying it, she told me she loved my cock but that it was up to me to lose the flab before we’d be repeating this. “I’m going to have to rely on your tongue and my toys for a while, I hope you are going to fight like hell to get your cock back in me.”
She dragged it out as long as she could but eventually my cock betrayed me, and I shot a load in her pussy. She told me she was still horny and asked me to go down on her again. That was never something that bothered me, so down I went, and she got off once again, to a huge orgasm grinding that flooded cunt on my mouth.
She seemed to enjoy the hell out of draining my cum from her cunt to my mouth, in truth, so did I, but judging from what she had said I’d be getting acquainted intimately with her cunt over coming weeks and months. I love eating her, but I was hoping it wouldn’t be long until I was getting my cock and balls soaked in her cunt juice regularly.
Once we were both sated, we cuddled like the lovers we should always have been, both seemingly happy that we were going to put the sexual hiatus that had dogged recent months behind us.
Chapter 3 — The Ultimatum Explained/Threats Made
My happiness at today’s events was brought up short when she said, almost as an aside, “you know you are going to have to work like hell to lose that weight in 4 months, don’t you? And you know there will be consequences if you don’t make the weight loss on time?”
In the afterglow of what had been by far the best sex we’d had in many months, I didn’t especially want to get into things, I wanted to bask in my current euphoria, so just vaguely mumbled into her boobs, “yeah.”
I got the surprise of my life when she not too gently elbowed me in my side and said, “Paul, I’m deadly serious, what we had tonight was great, but you need to make the weight loss in 4 months. If you don’t, I’m going to feel free to get my satisfaction how and as and when I choose and I will not be made to feel guilty over it. Do you understand? Maybe we need to discuss and agree some rules?”
I was staggered by this; I had hoped she was overplaying things regarding consequences. My good mood rapidly dropped and I sat up in bed and looked at her as if she were a stranger, with a frown I said, “Sally, you’re the one who always stressed how we could never play outside of our marriage, now you are threatening me with Infidelity if I fail to do exactly what you are suggesting?”
She nodded yes, and speaking like a teacher to a young child, “Paul, I need you to fight for this, to make up for the laziness you’ve had for the last few years, for not doing your bit to keep your side of things, for being responsible for the near collapse of our sex life, understand?”
I looked at her in amazement, “So Sally, if I lose only 38 pounds in the next 4 months, are you going to fuck somebody else, if I’m just 2 pounds short of the target? Really?”
“Yes Paul, that would mean that I’m not enough for you to really fight for, I will fuck somebody if you don’t make the weight. How often and who with will be up to me, when you make the weight I’ll stop, I promise you that. You make good on your side of things, and I will stop instantly.”
I was getting angry, “So you really don’t value your wedding vows as much as you’ve always said? Is that right Sally? You’ll fuck someone if I’m a couple of pounds short? You’d ruin our marriage for that? I’m beginning to think maybe I should cut my losses right now and walk away. I don’t like this blackmail idea of yours, I’m not going to be cuckolded over a few pounds of weight. Fuck, what am I thinking, forget that; I’m not going to be cuckolded at all, fuck someone else to punish me and I’m out of this marriage, that is not what I signed up for, nowhere in our vows was there mention of punishment fucks.”
She was now enraged, she actually slapped my face and snarled, “Then make your mind up, I won’t be the only one making an effort anymore, be a fat little wimp and walk away if you have no fight in you. You must have noticed guys checking me out as I did my work out? You saw that I could have my pick of those fit guys if I wanted them, but I have ignored them for months because I love you and want you to step up, prove that you want me. If you can’t fight for that then pack up and go, this is my apartment, I owned it before we married, I thought it was our home but you just pack and leave if you are such a weak fat little wimp.”
This was rapidly getting out of hand, threats made that would be hard to row back on when temperatures cooled off. I jumped out of bed, pulled on some clothes and threw a few more into a bag, grabbed my car keys and walked out.
I drove a mile in anger, running a red light, luckily without consequences, before realising I was being a danger in my rage, so pulled in at a diner and parked.
Fuck, that turned to shit very quickly, I thought. I went into the diner, it was 11pm but they didn’t close for a couple of hours, so I just ordered coffee to calm myself down.
My phone rang and yes it was Sally. I decided not to answer it as I feared it would only make things worse, dig a bigger hole we might not be able to climb our way out of. A few minutes later it rang again, I turned off the volume, she could ring as much as she wanted, I was not talking to her tonight.
Then the texts started:
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
“How fucking dare you ignore me?”
“Please talk to me.”
“I’m worried.”
“I love you; I want what’s best for us, come home.”
I left them all unanswered, 10 minutes later- “OK then, if that is your attitude, don’t come home, FUCK YOU.”
Still, I didn’t respond, I didn’t think I could say anything that was going to make things better tonight, so after drinking three coffees, I had my way to a nearby motel and booked in for the night and switched off my phone.
When I turned my phone on in the morning there was one message, sent just 30 minutes previously, “I hope you are safe, I’m worried, we need to talk.”
I decided to answer, “I’m safe, I just thought talking last night would only make things worse. I’m sorry if you worried, from that row I thought you were past worrying about me. I’ll be back after work, and we can talk.”
Work that day was long and unfulfilling, my mind was miles away, I loved Sally and know she loved me, but she seemed 100% determined to carry out what she said was needed to fix our sex life. The irony was that she thought breaking her vows could be part of fixing things.
Let me be clear, neither of us was religious, neither bought into the idea of a superior being, never mind a supreme one. Whether you call that God or any other named deity, it just wasn’t us. What she had also maintained was the importance of our promises to each other, forget God, forget families, the congregation or anyone else. These were important promises to each other.
As I said earlier, it was me who maintained that what we agreed between ourselves was what mattered, whatever we agreed, but she was the one who held the promises to be sacrosanct.
Now it appeared as if she intended to hold to my beliefs, rather than her own.
Maybe I had made that bed and I’d need to lie in for this to get better. What bothered me was not so much that I thought I couldn’t in certain circumstances share sex with others and for her to do the same, no it was more that I appeared to have been removed from the decision-making process just because my weight had turned her off sex with me. This wasn’t going to be easy.
Chapter 4 — The Showdown
I got home that evening and Sally was there, she had prepared a simple dinner that could be finished off quickly and I saw a bottle of wine, ready to go. So clearly in her mind, things could be convivial, just like a normal evening, my walk out set aside, just talk things out and get on with life.
I was OK with that, despite my irritation last night, I wanted nothing more than to iron out our issues, but I was still wary that she expected to get her way and that I’d be a nodding dog, accepting what I was offered.
We had dinner and a glass of wine, then it was time for the showdown, she knew exactly what she wanted to say and started.
“Paul, you know I love you; you know that I want to get back to where we were before you became lazy, I want my real man back, the man I married and who turns me on like nobody else ever has, not the tubby guy who has been inhabiting your body recently. I think in your heart that you want that too.”
“The way I see it baby is that you have betrayed what our marriage was and should be, you gave up, you thought it didn’t matter. Paul, it matters so much. I don’t want to settle for less than the man I married, I have to push you Paul, in fact, you may not realise it, you may not like it, but I am determined that we fix things and do it quickly. I need to know how much you want it, I need to know if you are all in or not?”
There it was, she was not budging at all, I had to commit or get lost is how it looked. “Sally, you seem immoveable” she nodded yes, “Let me tell you how
his looks from my standpoint.”
“Sally when I talked to Katie, she told me that a good target for the amount you want me to lose is 6 months, she explained that losing weight is part of it but building muscle is another so the loss I need to achieve is closer to 60 pounds to make that net 40 pound loss. She told me that 6 months was a sensible time to achieve it.”
“Paul, I know that I spoke to her first last week, I know exactly what you need to do, but I need you to do it within 4 months, I need you to show you buy into it and will do what’s needed. That you want this, not just me, that’s why I am and will continue to push you.”
“Listen baby, a few years back you wanted to think about letting other people into our relationship and I didn’t. At the time I thought, am I not enough for him? I break my ass to look as good as I can for you, and what do you do? As soon as things get a little old between us you just gave up, no need for you to look good for me, right? I’m fucking tired of it, so now, I’m looking at things more the way you used to, other people could have a purpose, but for me that purpose is only as a deterrent, I want only you, but you need to show up, you need to do what’s needed. If you don’t, then fuck it, I’m getting fucked and I will enjoy it. Paul, the ball is in your court, it’s all up to you. Are you going to man up or fuck off and let both you and me down.”
I looked at her long and hard, thought about her words, I fucking hated them but, in a way, I saw clearly where she was coming from.
Yes, this was a stone-cold ultimatum, we were both prepared to put our marriage on the line. Her choice was to be a hard ass, mine was to make a choice, fight to stay married or walk away.
Fuck. This was no negotiation, this was a hardening of our understanding, no room for ambiguity, I could never say “I didn’t understand what you meant”, she was crystal clear.
“Sally, I really don’t like what you are doing, if I come up short and you do what you are saying I can’t see us surviving as married, I really don’t, the way you put it, I think it would kill me and our love. I have talked about other people but never in this way, not to use them as a punishment.
Think long and hard about this. I’m going to spend another night in the motel, I really need to think what this all means for our marriage, I can’t think clearly here. Do you want to talk again tomorrow night? Will you think if you really want to be this much of a hard ass?”
And that is how we parted, agreeing to talk again the next night.
Chapter 5 — The Showdown Revisited
The following night I arrived, no smell of dinner, no wine opened, no warm welcome, the signs weren’t looking good, she seemed to be hardening her attitude. It was the polar opposite of what I wanted and had hoped for, I wanted to see her coming around to a more reasonable attitude. Looks like I was to be disappointed.
She looked serious and unmoved, “Well? What thoughts had you, are you in or are you out?” She fixed me with a glare, almost challenging me to say something she didn’t agree with.
“Sally, I love you, I’m not walking away without fighting for our marriage, but my big problem is that I seem to be the only one with a dog in the fight. When I thought about things last night it seems that you have set me up to fail and it’s a win/win for you. If I lose the weight, you get what you want, if I fail you get a new cock and as you said, you will decide how long and how often until I make the weight. Is that how you are thinking?”
“Fuck you Paul, how dare you, I told you I want you to get your act together, if you don’t, there are consequences, it’s that simple.”
“Sally, you have been crystal clear on what you say you want, are you prepared that one of the consequences might be divorce?” I was getting equally rigid, “Because it looks to me that I haven’t cheated on you, I’ve just put on a few pounds and my penalty could be being cheated on, does that seem fair?”
“It’s not cheating, it is agreeing what we are each prepared to do, if you won’t fight to do your bit for your marriage, why should I respect you? And remember, I told you what I expect of you every night until you lose your first five pounds, then the next week we will reset the target for the next five pounds and so on.” She almost smirked, I was rapidly losing patience with her bullshit.
“Sally, getting you off every night is going to be a problem.” I stopped and waited.
“Why?”
“Because I’m not living here under these circumstances, I looked today at lunchtime, I think I’ve got an apartment I can lease from a friend at work for 4 months, he lost his tenant and will be glad to offer a short-term lease or a longer one if it comes to it. You should also know I spoke to a lawyer today; I have an appointment to find out where we stand if it comes to divorce.”
A look of rage came over her face, “You spineless fucking wimp, I don’t know why I love you. Does our 20 years marriage mean so little to you that you are ready to throw it away instead of getting rid of your ugly little gut?”
“OK then Paul, now I know where I stand in your affections, just great you are ready to throw me away without even trying. Well listen and listen good, you know where you stand too, if you are going, then go, it’s up to you, try or don’t try, if you don’t care why should I? The clock is ticking, you have 4 months from today or if you want a divorce before that I guess you can have me served, your call.”
“I can’t believe you are this callous about our marriage Sally, you seem ready to throw it out with the trash and that’s how you are making me feel, like a useless piece of trash.”
Once again, I walked away through the door of what had been our home, yes, she owned it, it had always remained in her name, but I’d thought it was my home too.
She made no attempt to call me back.
Late that night, I got a text from Sally: “This is not what I want, are you really walking out on our marriage?”
I sent a quick reply, “No, I’m not, I’m going to try to fight for it, I just cannot live with you the way you are acting. If I stayed as things are and gave you what you want every night, it would be agreeing with what you are doing, and I just don’t. I think this is very dangerous for our marriage, I don’t know if we can find our way back from this but I’m going to try hard to become most of what you are asking of me.”
She didn’t reply, I never knew someone could communicate anger without words, it just seemed to reach me through the ether.
Chapter 6 — The Gym
I did start going “religiously” to the gym, shit I had to fill my time, I started to work hard with Katie who initially spent quite a lot of time one on one with me, to make sure I followed the programme she’s worked out for me.
At my first real session I told her that I needed to loss the weight in four months.
She looked at me and said, “Yeah, Sally told me what she wanted, I told her what I’ll tell you now. To lose 40 pounds in 4 months at your age and at your level of fitness, really isn’t a healthy plan. Sure, it’s possible but is it good for you and your health? I’m not saying it will kill you, I’m saying it’s a level of stress that I doubt is appropriate in your current circumstances, health and fitness considered. If you were 10 or 20 years younger and had always been active, yes it would be a piece of piss, very doable. I don’t like it but it’s not so far out of whack that I’ll refuse to be involved, if it’s what you want, I’ll help you as much as I can, but I don’t like it.”
“I don’t either Katie, I may as well tell you, I’ve moved out, it’s the only way I can try and make Sally know how selfish I think she is being. This will make or break us, and I doubt we’ll ever be the same again as a couple, I feel she has lost all respect for me. Did she tell you what she has threatened if I don’t hit the target weight bang on time?”
“No, she didn’t give me any details like that.”
“Katie is I’m not 150 pounds by 24th June, she will fuck another man until I do hit the weight.”
Katie looked stunned; this was not the Sally she had begun to know in her 5 years at the gym.
“Katie, I don’t want to compromise you or put you in an awkward position, but do you know if she’s close to any guys at the gym? I’ve started to wonder if she is doing this to get rid of me, if she is setting an impossible task with a replacement already lined up?”
Katie thought hard before replying. “Paul, that really is putting me in an awkward spot, I am not supposed to give member s info about other members, even spouses or family, but I’ll tell you this strictly between us and never mention it again. There are two guys she seems close to, one is a guy called Stewart, I think he is from your neighbourhood.”
“The other, in fact don’t look round now, but there is a very big guy in a navy one-piece gym suit, he is ripped and massive, in fact it’s hard to miss how big he is in certain places given the tight fitting gear he wears. Brian always has female interest and that includes you wife. I’m not suggesting anything happens between them, but they are friendly most times they are both here they spend some time talking, but it seems just talking. You didn’t hear any of this from me, OK?”
After casually looking around it was easy to pick out Brian, a hulk of a man but really well made, huge but seemingly everything in proportion and with shoulder length blond hair and a real strut to his movement, I was pretty sure that confidence would not be one of his problems, assuming he had any.
If Sally was trying to find a new cock, this looked like the sort that she would respect and maybe just maybe this would be my nemesis. I thanked Katie and assured her of my complete respect for her position and my promise to keep things to myself.
Back at my workout, we worked hard for me to get into sync with the programme and I spent the next 90 minutes working then resting, then repeat. I’d come in straight after work and at 7:30 I was more or less finishing up when Sally walked out from the ladies changing room. She hadn’t seen me, and I decided to avoid her for now and left, but not before seeing her walk over to Stewart and damn but she have him a hug, nothing major but fuck I was pissed.
I was going every day, but my timings and hers didn’t seem to coincide which was fine by me. I kept working hard and as usually happens the first weight loss was quite rapid and within 12 days, I’d lost my first 5 pounds. Did I run home to Sally to tell her? Get fucked, no way, however the next day I got the first text in well over a week.
“Katie told me you’ve dropped 5 pounds, feel free to come over for your congratulations fuck.” She had added some emojis trying to make it appear light, but I ignored it, no reply.
A couple of days later, she messaged again, “Well I tried, if our marriage dies at least, I’ll know I made the effort. The offer still stands, I do miss you and I do love you; this doesn’t have to be as hard as you are making this. If it matters to you, I haven’t done anything I shouldn’t …yet.”
That “yet” really pissed me off, so I texted back, “So still just hugging Stewart then? Nothing that would fail the loosest husband test…yet?”
I don’t know where she found it, but I got a gif back with a raise middle finger and “OK, fuck you too then.”
It was during my fourth week of hell that I finally met Sally, avoiding her was not an option, so I said hello. She came in for a hug and I was tempted to reject her but didn’t, we gently hugged but it lacked warmth, we really were getting into trouble.
She repeated, “It doesn’t have to be as hard as you are making this.”
“Maybe not Sally, but you are the one who has set me up to fail, I just don’t think you give a shit anymore.”
She turned her head and walked away, almost walking into Brian, who grabbed her to stop a collision and said, “Hi Sally, wow, I knew you’d fall for me some day.” He too was very comfortable, hugging her, again, it was friendly rather than suggestive of something more, but damn I needed to get well away, I was quietly seething.
We continued to meet every few days but there was no pretence that we were anything close, we were more like strangers than at any time in the last 20 years and more. Cold but not aggressive would best describe things.
Chapter 7 — 2 Months in
I met Katie on a Monday night to review progress, she put me on the scales, and I had lost almost 19 pounds, I felt reasonably happy, but Katie tempered that pretty quickly and without any hesitation.
“Paul, you aren’t going to make it, I’m not going to string you along. You are doing really well by any standards, but I told you, the schedule you agreed with Sally was not reasonable. You are nearly halfway to your target weight, but the first half is easier to lose than the second and you aren’t quite on schedule, at a guess you’ll come up somewhere between 3 to 5 pounds short of your target.”
“I’m just not happy to push you any harder, I know you are feeling good but to make the weight you are going to have to give maybe 20% more, that worries the hell out of me. I don’t give a shit what Sally wants; I don’t want to make you ill. You need to tell her this isn’t happening and to get over her crap. Paul I’m sorry but it’s my job to be realistic and to keep you safe.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was not what I needed to hear, even if we never recovered our relationship, I didn’t want to fail in front of her, I wouldn’t.
I made a serious mistake, I started to cut back on my food intake whilst still training just as hard in the gym. and 2 weeks later, I was amazed that far from losing weight I’d actually put on two pounds. I couldn’t believe it, time to chat to Katie again.
“Katie, I’ve been eating less and working just as hard, but I’ve put weight on, how the hell does that happen?”
She looked at me as if she was wondering which stone I’d crawled out from under.
“Jesus, Paul you are supposed to talk to me about any changes, you’ve really fucked this up. This is something that serious triathletes and marathon runners know all about. When you don’t feed the body enough for the amount of work you are asking it to do, the body fears starvation. It’s all about different hormones and the bodies defence system when it is not getting what it needs, some things slow down, such as metabolism, others speed up. I’m certain your body is trying to tell you that you are hungry, but you are ignoring the signals. Am I right?”
I confirmed she was.
“Paul, you have screwed up badly, now I see no way for you to meet this stupid arbitrary deadline. I’m going to suggest something Paul and I am doing so for the sake of your physical health and maybe even your mental health in the long run.”
“Contact Sally, tell her what you have done, that you did it in desperation to succeed but I’ve told you that you have done 100% the wrong thing for what you thought were the right reasons. Paul, please stop this madness, don’t hurt yourself, tell her that it’s over, that you will continue to lose weight but under my guidance and that you cannot meet her target without hurting your health.”
“Tell her that what happens now is up to her, that you’ve given it a good shot, you’ll keep at it, but her deadline is toast. I suggest that you tell her that if she betrays you that your marriage is toast too. But Paul, that is up to you, but I am recommending you both as a professional trainer and I hope as your friend. Make this madness stop.”
I thought carefully and decided that she was right, that if there was no prospect now of hitting the target that I had to be realistic and health conscious. I texted Sally, “We need to talk, I’ll be round tomorrow night.”
She messaged back a few minutes later, “OK.”
So the next evening I called around 6:45, relations were cool but not aggressive, she looked like a spider perched on her web, all those legs primed to detect movement, the weakness of the trapped sending signals to her brain, somehow anticipating what was to come and that she would enjoy it, devouring what was showing panic in her web.
That’s how I felt, like her prey. She was in no hurry to talk; indeed, she was waiting for me to start. Eventually she said, “Go ahead, it’s your dime.” Before I could speak, she added, “By the way, you look much better, well done, good to see you are trying.”
I smiled but without much warmth.
“Sally, I fucked up, I was nearly halfway to my goal, but Katie told me I wouldn’t make it, probably end up 3 -5 pounds short on target day. So, I tried something drastic, I cut back on food and…”
“And you put on weight, right?” she looked pleased, “Oh Paul, I hoped you could do it, but you’ve fucked it up. Now I’m going to get fucked too.”
She was more or less confirming that she had set me up to fail, the bitch looked delighted.
“Sally, you are just confirming what I believed at the start, this has always been win/win for you, and it seems that this was your preferred option too.”
“I tell you what Paul, I’ll make you a new deal, I’m going to get fucked, I know who I want, but I will only do it once and then I’ll extend your deadline to 6 months. I want you fit, but I don’t want you dead. Do we have a deal, only once I swear.”
“Fuck you Sally, forget it, I’m leaving, I doubt I’ll be back so you can fuck whoever you want.”
I got up to leave and she said, “I knew you had turned into a fat wimp, I hoped to get you to change but no, you just give up, fuck off Paul, just get out, I’m going to arrange to have my cunt pounded tonight by a real man, fuck I have only seen it through his gym gear but his cock looks massive, I’m looking forward to being stretched out.”
“Do whatever you want about a divorce, that is your decision, I hoped you loved me enough but clearly you don’t.”
I couldn’t believe this was the woman I’d lived with for 20 years and known for 22. That woman would not behave in this way.
“Goodbye, Sally, I’d say “I’ll miss you” but after the last months I don’t know if that’s true anymore.” I shook my head and left; my heart was breaking despite my words. I just couldn’t believe my life had turned to such shit.
Three hours late I got a text from Sally, it had an attachment and simply said “Enjoy cuckold.”
I opened it and it was a dick pic, showing the biggest cock I’ve ever seen close to Sally’s face and her face had been showered in cum. I assumed that Katie had been right that Brian was the guy she had in mind, after all if you are going to trade in, why not trade up too? Certainly, it wasn’t something I could complete with.
I briefly thought of deleting it, then thankfully I filed it away, I’d maybe use it to damage her, maybe her parents might need convincing that I had a good reason for divorce.
Chapter 8 — Things Get Even Uglier
Next day I went back to talk to the lawyer I’d seen 11 weeks ago. I asked her to draw up divorce papers, she asked for financial details so she could work on a settlement offer. In looking for the details, I was shocked to see that our savings account had been emptied, a pre-emptive strike by Sally. Our current account was joint and only 100 remained.
The lawyer told me that usually when someone cleared out bank accounts, they were either being vindictive, they were the ones looking for somewhere to live or both. I explained that Sally had owned the apartment we lived in so that just left vindictive.
We figured out that I had at least got a credit card to use to find somewhere to live — I’d keep my room in the cheap motel I’d been in for the last 2-3 months and just as importantly for the lawyer, to pay her retainer.
She told me that the money taken would be accounted for when a division or settlement was agreed and that as it could only be construed as a vindictive act, that I may well get more than a 50:50 split in assets if we got a judge that didn’t hate men.
I texted Sally, and asked, “Did you have to be such a cunt? You’ve left me with nothing. Why? All I tried to do was love you.”
Chapter 10 — Surprise Surprise
To my surprise she replied within an hour later and said, “I’m sorry Paul, that was a tacky thing to do I’ll put money back to make your 50% whole again and while I’m apologising, I’m sorry for the picture I send you, seems my judgement is not all it could be. I hope you deleted it?”
I’m decided not to reply straightaway until I got my hands on the money. The money was there next day so I closed out the joint accounts and opened my own.
That night she messaged again, “I see you closed the joint accounts. I suppose that was no surprise after what I did, but it seems very final. Have you decided to walk away? I’m sorry Paul, I’ve been making some terrible decisions, Will you come and talk again, I want to put things right between us, I’m so sorry.”
Nothing ventured nothing gained, I did call over to talk again and she could hardly have been more different than the triumphalist bitch she’d been the night she got the big cock.
Before I called in, I expected nothing but to confirm our marriage was over and to try to sort things out as easily as we could. When I arrived, she greeted me in tears. You could have knocked me down with a feather, I’d expected absolutely any other reaction but not this.
I was so surprised that I let her hug me and she cried hard on my shoulder, soaking my shirt with her tears. Through habit I couldn’t yet throw off I let her weep and kept a comforting arm around her.
She finally choked out, “Paul I’m so, so sorry, can you try to forgive me, I’ve been an idiot, I love you despite my dumb actions. I’ve made horrible decisions, I tried to pretend that you were to blame for everything, but I understand that I am the one who has driven you away behaving like no wife should. Believing that I looked great at 40 and so deserved more than you were giving me. I blanked out and downright ignored all the good things you do for me without any side to your actions, nothing expected in return. I’m ashamed of myself, my parents didn’t raise me to be a selfish heartless bitch. Nobody should treat their husband the way I’ve treated you.”
“Paul, please still love me, forgive me, I know I’ve betrayed you and given to Brain what I should never have shared, tell me it’s not too late.”
I wiped her eyes with my thumbs and asked her where this change of heart was coming from?
“From your friend Katie, Paul, she told me how hard you’d worked and that I had set you up to fail. She actually told me that if I was determined to throw you away, she was going to try to catch you. That scared me, she’s really cute.”
“Sally, I’ve been hurt pretty badly, you haven’t lied as such but I’m wondering how I trust you again, how will I ever know if you want more big cock like Brian gave you? I’m not sure I can get past this.”
“Paul you are right, I haven’t lied to you, but I understand your concern so let me tell you something. I hated fucking Brian, honestly it hurt me really badly, I was sore for 3 or 4 days afterwards. The worst part was that he didn’t care that I was not enjoying it, he was as selfish as I’ve been. That thing just is not fun. Paul I’ve a really bad case of buyer’s remorse, I don’t want that thing ever again, I want my husband, please give me another chance, I’ll never let you down again. Besides you look fantastic, Katie has done a great job with you, please forgive me.”
I was in complete shock, this was not what I thought I’d be listening to tonight, I thought we were finished, I’d prepared for accepting that we were over. Now the only question was, do I want this, has there been too much hurt?
Of course, I knew that although I had grown to dislike the bitch who had taken over my wife’s body, underneath I had not been looking forward to losing her and having to start again in my forties.
“Sally, I think I’ll always love you, but these last few months have really shaken me, the months before that were the worst of our marriage. I’d love to say, of course I forgive you, but Sally, I’m not sure I can.”
She looked crestfallen and the tears started again, “Won’t you even try? I mean look what you’ve done with Katie’s help and your dedication.”
I looked her square in the eye and said, “Sally, I had my lawyer draw up divorce papers, if you ever pull shit like this again, I’ll have them filed in a heartbeat.”
“So…” she looked hopeful, and I nodded my head to say that yes, we will try again.
“Don’t ever test me again, I’m going to try to get past what you’ve done, I hope I can, but I will never forget that you have been unfaithful and that you seemed to take pleasure in “punishing” me with that freak. To be honest I’m delighted it hurt, you certainly fucking didn’t deserve to enjoy that. We have a hard road ahead of us but I’m all in to try. Just understand that you only ever get one second chance.”
Chapter 11 — What’s Next
Well, that could have been the end of the tale, forgiveness and happily ever after, maybe a late child or two. Didn’t happen, no fairy tale rebirth of the marriage.
Two months later I was no closer to getting past her treachery and Brian’s massive cock that she claimed had hurt her was almost a physical presence in our bedroom, like a giant elephant sized cock that she couldn’t forget because I couldn’t forgive.
I was still hitting the gym, with the pressure of her deadline gone I actually started to enjoy it and with proper diet and still some direction from Katie, I was losing fat and gaining muscle at an appropriate rate and realised that I not only felt better but I clearly looked better. I felt more alive and healthier too.
Every cloud has a silver lining and if my marriage had been damaged, my self-esteem had slowly recovered from her betrayal, and I started to understand that I was now getting the sort of checking out and glances in mirrors that Sally had so treasured about herself.
I’ll admit it felt good to be considered attractive again, why I’d just given up I really couldn’t understand.
Things were getting tense, Sally may have acted like she was dumb, but she isn’t, I knew we were not getting past what she had done, so did she. One night after dinner, it all came pouring out.
“This isn’t working Paul, you can’t forgive, so I can’t forget, we are stuck, and we are falling apart. For God’s sake go out and find someone to fuck, I can’t see you getting past this any other way. I think you need to fuck someone and if you need to then rub my face in it as revenge, as I did to you, just do it. I hope it’ll get us past this and that I can forgive myself and you as well. I know I did this to us, I know you need to fix this for yourself, find someone and fuck the shit out of her as many times as you need, but please don’t fall in love with her.”
I nodded grimly, this might work, certainly nothing else had, it’s worth a try. I’m at the end of my rope, can’t get past what she did, not so much what she did but how she did it, the utter disrespect of what and how she did it. My feelings weren’t a consideration, I had no part in the decision-making, but shit I’ve already told you all this.
“OK Sally, I’ll give it a try, no certainties, no guarantees and fuck it I might find someone who I could make a life with, that is the risk of what we are signing up to, get it?”
“Yes, I get it Paul, this is the last chance saloon, it’s like we are standing outside the door of the divorce court as things are. Last roll of the dice before we face the inevitable of what I’ve done to us.”
That night I went to the gym, I’d a session booked with Katie, we got to work but I wasn’t feeling it, she could see I wasn’t committed, and my workout was sloppy. After 20 minutes she called a halt.
“OK, Paul take a break, what is your problem? Your head is somewhere but it’s not in the room with me, what is going on, I know your mind is not on what we are doing. Spill?”
“OK Katie, lets get a drink and sit down, this could take a while.”
We got energy drinks, though God knows I really hadn’t expended much. She was right my mind was far from in what I should be doing, barely trying, not really listening, it was the worst session I’d ever given her.
Spill is exactly what I did, I told her everything, the whole back story, Sally’s dalliance with Brian, how we’d tried to get past what she’d done and how it really wasn’t working. Finally, I told Katie what Sally had asked me to do to see if that would get us past our feelings of separation.
As I explained it, I used these words, “…so, we have agreed that I find someone I find attractive and I have as much sex as I need with them to feel I’d avenged what Sally did with Brian, hoping that that triggers something in either or both of us to help us move on. Sounds, fucking crazy, doesn’t it?”
Katie looked at me, shaking her head from side to side, agreeing that the plan was pure nuts. Suddenly a huge smile broke out on her face, “I’ve two questions about this.”
I shrugged giving her the go ahead.
“Does Sally understand that she might lose you to this mysterious woman?”
“Yeah, we talked, she begged me to do what I need but please don’t fall in love. What is the second question?”
“Can I apply for the job?” asked Katie, her smile growing ever bigger. “I told Sally that if she was dumb enough to drop you, I’d be hoping to be there to catch you. I’d like to try out for the job if you’ll have me.”
Chapter 12 – Test Driving Katie
When Katie put herself forward to be my “new woman” I was surprised, we’d got to know each other well over recent months, she’d looked out for me, tried to steer me on how not to fuck up my health and when she knew I wasn’t going to reach Sally’s punishing deadline, she told me so.
There had been no doubting whose side she’d been on, she’d even told me that she know Sally had been close to Stewart but also the unknown for me, to Brian as well.
Katie had never steered me wrong, she was a complete straight shooter, what I didn’t ever get the impression of was that she was seemingly interested in me as a person. I thought I was just her professional project.
Katie is about 10 years younger than me; she is physically fit and athletic in appearance and my is she cute. So cute that I would haven honestly thought that she was several miles out of my league. Now she was telling me she wanted to be the lady I “used” to get past Sally’ betrayal. I was stunned.
“Katie, if you are genuinely interested, I’d be honoured to go out with you and explore where this goes. Of course, you understand that I’m supposed to be starting from a position of not falling in love, obviously you know I’m married but in a troubled marriage. Katie, with all the problems, I’m so thrilled that you want to be involved, I would hate to do anything to hurt you, you’ve been my rock over these months. Are you good with all that?”
“I know Paul that you are not supposed to fall in love, but you only have so much control over that, what happens will happen, but I’ll tell you this, I have a head start on you, there is no rule saying I can’t fall in love, and no rule to say that you can’t either. I like a challenge; I intend to make you want me in every way I can.”
And so, it was decided, when I when home and told Sally that Katie was who I was going to see she wept huge tears, she knew Katie was interested, she feared that she would lose me.
On the fourth date with Katie, the third time we’d slept at her apartment after our date, we decided that I’d move in with her. We had months of working closely together, trusting each other that we had a big head start over couples just starting out and testing the water.
What I was feeling with Katie was so comfortable, someone I didn’t have to second guess if they had another agenda, she’s more or less told me before we went out at all that she felt desire if not exactly love for me.
It was our second date, when we were in bed for the first time that she used the four letter word, after she urged me to “fuck” her harder and I had, she whispered in my ear in the afterglow, “I love you, I have done for a few months, my heart is yours to make or break.”
There were no sides to Katie, what you see is what you get, not like the woman I’d loved for so long who had grown to look down on me, lost her love for me and betrayed me, rubbing the betrayal in my face, then regretting it ultimately and was now trying to find her way back to me.
When Katie told me she loved me, I knew in my heart that I loved her back, but life for me was not just that simple, I had a wife, a wife of 20 years. I’d resisted opening my thoughts to Katie in that instant and feared I may have blown the best thing that could happen to me.
Katie was made of better stuff. She understood my inner turmoil and unusual circumstances, there in her bed with the full knowledge of my wife, supposedly getting even, but that is not what was happening.
I wasn’t getting even, I was getting my head together, my thoughts in order, my priorities right. I’d told her I had deep feelings for her, but I didn’t use the word love. She understood, fuck it was complicated.
Nights two and three together happened quickly and within a few days I knew, my course was plotted, I’d never been more certain of anything, definitely not within the last year.
I told Katie “I love you Katie, I want us to be together, I’m going to tell Sally it’s over and I’m filing or divorce. Are you sure you want this Katie; can you see yourself as my wife? I’m not asking you just to have a backup plan, I’m divorcing Sally either way and I want you in my life, for the rest of my life.”
That beautiful smile that I’d quickly grown to love just got wider and wider, it would have taken something seriously strong to wipe it off her face.
She simply said, “I knew I could make you love me Paul, it was easier than teaching people to lose weight, I’ve loved you for months, I just needed the chance to show you. I can’t wait to be your wife, but of course, I will, I know it will take time.”
Chapter 13 – Unlucky for Some
As often happens in life, when someone gets a big win, someone else gets a big loss, occasionally a devastating one.
When I’d told Sally that Katie was who I was hoping to work my problems out with, I knew she was devastated. I think I could have given her 99 other names and she’d have thought she stood a fighting chance of me coming back to her. Not with Katie, Katie had warned her, she was ready to catch me if Sally threw me away.
In fairness to Sally, she had seen the writing on the wall, it didn’t come as a big shock when I told her I’d very quickly fallen in love with Katie, that I wanted us to have a peaceful divorce without rancour, to do it with civility and as much kindness as 22 years together should allow.
In that respect she was magnificent, no silly conditions, no posturing, no ridiculous demands. When it was all done, we hugged tightly and briefly, wept in each other’s arms, her more sadly than me, as Katie watched on, no resentment from her, a fitting acknowledgement of our long time together.
As we broke apart after a few minutes, Sally hugged Katie and said, “Look after our man, Katie. I’ve been such a fool, take good care of him or else.” Then with a forced smile she quietly walked away, head held high but betrayed by her shoulders shaking with her grief.”