0 comments/ 125881 views/ 11 favorites The Other Side Of The Story By: ARGEE - A sequel to the "Betrayed By My Wife!" - I must be, without doubt, the luckiest girl in the world. Despite living in the country and having recently moved into the city I remained a virgin until I married Henry. We had courted in the most proper manner and after our engagement we petted to quite a depth but avoided sexual intercourse. Mind you, we played with each other and reached some wonderful climaxes but left the actual sex until the marriage bed. We were probably a perfect couple because of our compatibility. Everything I asked of Henry was done immediately - nothing was too much trouble. I was spoilt rotten but I loved every minute with Henry and loved him dearly. When we were married we had to leave my flatmate, Dell, behind and I was sorry about this because the two of us had grown fond of each other. I was very inexperienced at living in the city and Dell had helped me learn all the tricks of the trade. Dell was very protective of me and watched me like a hawk. Dell even checked up on Henry after she had met him the first time. Everything began to collapse around me when I stupidly listened to Colleen, the manager of our store, instead of using my own judgment! Of course I didn't realize it then but looking back that was the beginning of the end of our marriage. Colleen was the type of girl who chased after men and bragged about how many lovers she has had. She also described in detail just how exciting it was to be fucked by different men because they all did things differently and that was where the excitement came in. The more I listened to Colleen the more excited I became thinking about the possibility of fucking another man. Certainly I was totally happy with Henry and didn't want to do anything which would hurt him but, as Colleen said, "Henry will understand when you tell him you love only him and just want to try one other man so you will be able to experience the differences. He will let you do it and it will make your marriage stronger!" Stupidly I thought this made sense. Henry and I were lying in bed after making love when I decided to ask him to let me fuck another man! I looked him in the eye, still panting from our wonderful lovemaking, and told him, "Darling, I would like to make love to another man!" Poor Henry, he looked as if he had been hit by a truck! I tried to explain what Colleen had told me and he just wouldn't accept any explanation for something which he called absolutely stupid! Nothing I said made any sense to him. We rolled over and I went to sleep although I am sure Henry didn't sleep at all that night. I realized the only way to get him to agree was to wear him down so I kept on and on, asking him to let me fuck another man! He lectured me on every possible thing which could go wrong from me leaving him for the other man to catching diseases but I just wouldn't listen to a word! Henry was so concerned he even called to see Colleen and they had a bit of a fight but although they left on reasonable terms she didn't convince him to let me go with another man. Next Henry called Dell and asked her to talk some sense into me. I agreed to meet Dell but we only ended up fighting and she guessed the friendship was over. I accused Henry of all sorts of nasty things by going behind my back to Dell. Colleen eventually contacted a man she said would be ideal for me! She had used him on lots of occasions and could recommend him to me. She made the necessary contact arrangements and I spoke to him on the telephone. He agreed to come to our house and make love to me next Friday night! Now I had to tell Henry and see what he might do about it! I suppose I could guess how Henry would react! He was furious and disgusted with me when I told him this man, Will, would be coming to our home to fuck me! That seemed to be the last straw and although he didn't display any harmful aggression at me, he certainly wasn't going to give me permission and that was that. I tried to involve Henry in my preparation for Will. First I attempted to make love with Henry on the night before Will but he certainly didn't want to participate but eventually I managed to get his lovely cock inside me but he still didn't do anything - he just lay there and let me do all the work. This was the first time I hadn't been able to stir him into action with sex. Anyway, I asked Henry to help me get ready for Will and after I had enjoyed a wonderful cleansing shower and stood naked in the doorway of the bathroom waiting for Henry to melt at the sight of my naked body he just didn't react. I asked him to shave my pubic hair off so that I would look my best for Will. That must have been the end for Henry! He refused point blank and, as I had no experience at shaving my pubic hair (I had never done this before) I didn't want to do this by myself. I decided to ring Colleen to help me. Colleen arrived armed with her shaving equipment and proceeded to shave me completely - including my underarms and pubic hair. Afterwards she rubbed oils into my body and made me more beautiful for Will. Henry and Colleen had a fight and as soon as Colleen had finished she left us! I tried to get Henry to help me choose my clothes for Will but again he refused, all the time asking me to stop this foolishness! I really thought Henry would give in and let me go ahead with my idea but he just wasn't likely to give in. I asked Henry if I should greet Will in a negligee or should I be fully dressed? I had just about decided to wear a very short black mini-skirt when the doorbell rang. I answered the door and was surprised to find Colleen standing there. She came inside and asked me if I would like her to fuck Henry while I was fucking Will because she didn't want him to disturb us! Henry blew his stack and threw her out of our house. He physically pushed her out the front door where she fell over backwards on the porch. At exactly 7pm, the time agreed upon, the doorbell rang again. I headed to the door and greeted Will, a wonderful, attractive 6ft black man! I had purposely avoided telling Henry that Will was black - I thought that might be a bit much for him. I now tried to introduce Will to Henry and, being the gentleman he is, he didn't attempt to punch Will but merely nodded at him. I moved over to Will and began kissing him and hugging him. Will's large hands were exploring my body and my excitement level was rising very rapidly. He felt up my breasts and it felt wonderful. Soon after he slipped the spaghetti straps of my dress down over my shoulders and exposed my breasts. I hadn't worn a bra or panties so my dress was my only covering. Soon after my dress slipped down my hips and fell in a heap at my feet. I was now naked in front of my new man. We continued to kiss and he felt me up both on my breasts and my cunt and he also kissed my nipples - I was at a peak of excitement. I eventually pushed my hand down the front of his jean until I found his cock! Boy, what a cock it was! Very large and stiff. Henry tried in vain to stop us but I don't think anything would have stopped me at that stage. I quickly removed Will's clothes and we were naked! I took Will into our bedroom and allowed him to make love to me! He kissed me all over my body and eventually he had his mouth over my cunt and was licking me and sucking my clit until I came with a shudder! Will moved over my body, I parted my legs and Will pushed his huge cock into my cunt! He fucked me with long leisurely strokes and I came several times waiting for him to cum in me! Soon he began to hold me tighter and I swung my legs around his body and held him tightly while he pumped his load deep into my hole! This was all Colleen had told me - this was an experience not to be missed ever! Next he positioned me on my hands and knees and again entered my cunt. He was certainly a very virile man. He seemed to be able to get deeper into me and this felt absolutely wonderful as he pumped his second load into my cunt! Henry had been watching from the doorway of the bedroom but now he wasn't standing there. Will just loved sex because he moved around to my head and pushed his hard cock into my mouth. There is no other word for it - he just fucked my mouth and I was quite surprised when he came in my mouth and I just swallowed his load. I could hear Henry moving about in our spare room and then re re-emerged into the bedroom carrying a suitcase! He walked around our bedroom gathering his clothes from our wardrobe and all of his underwear from the drawers and piled this into the suitcase. All this time I was stroking Will's cock and gradually it became hard again so I asked Will to fuck me once more before he left. Will gladly obliged and he was in me pumping away giving me the most glorious feelings as I came and came! Henry stood in the doorway of the bedroom holding his suitcase. He told me our marriage was over! He told me he loved me from the moment he first met me until yesterday when I made known I was going to fuck Will. He told me his lawyer would be in touch and then he walked out the door. I was dumbstruck! I certainly didn't expect him to move out much less say our marriage was over. I tried to participate when Will fucked my again but there was nothing there - I had made a very bad mistake! I had no idea where Henry had gone. He could have booked into any number of motels for the night but I was sure he would be back tomorrow and would forgive me because I knew he loved me! When he didn't return home the next day, I began ringing around the many motels but most of them wouldn't acknowledge whether he was staying there or not. I wouldn't be able to go to every motel and watch. I tried ringing him at his office but his secretary, Julie, acted as a barrier and I wasn't able to get passed her! She kept telling me he wasn't there and I could tell from her voice she was lying! I tried visiting his work but someone must have seen me drive up because they locked the front door and I couldn't get anyone to answer it! Fear began to turn to terror! What had I done? It was meant to be a night of experimenting with another man - now it had turned into a nightmare. I kept ringing his office. He is the owner of the business and all of my calls were blocked by Julie. I didn't hate Julie - I knew she was just doing her job! It was me who was the idiot in all of this - I had just underestimated the control I thought I had over my husband! Eventually I had to give up trying to contact Henry. Depression had started to set in and now I didn't want to talk to anyone. I stayed away from my work for so long I was eventually served my notice and now I didn't have a job! All of this because I was stupid enough to listen to foolish advice! At last I did meet up with one of Henry's senior staff members and although he wasn't comfortable talking to me, he did tell me Henry had gone away on a holiday and that he had told all of the staff our marriage was over. Next came a procession of letters from Henry's lawyers. There were the preliminary papers for the divorce, the numerous statements which had to be signed and eventually the actual divorce papers! Now it was final (except for the waiting period) Henry had divorced me. Perhaps he was distressed too but I began to finally realize just what I had thrown away through my stupidity. The divorce wouldn't become final for some time but I just didn't care anymore! I now didn't care what I looked like. I didn't go to the beauty salon any more. I didn't eat proper meals and worst of all I still loved Henry and just couldn't get that out of my head. Eventually I learned from one of my former friends (I had just stopped seeing anyone now) when I had to go to the supermarket, that Henry had found a very attractive lady with whom he shared a home. They were very much in love and, although they weren't in any rush, they intended marrying in a year or two. This was the final straw - now I had lost him forever. I had reached a low in my life I just couldn't get away from. I even tried swallowing a bottle full of tablets with a bottle of whisky but only made myself dreadfully sick and ended up in hospital. They kept me in the hospital for about 3 weeks while they nursed me back to physical as well as mental health but I was a very bad patient and wouldn't co-operate with them at all. All this time I was in hospital I hoped Henry would come and visit me and take me back again, but that never happened. At long last after many months of agony and stress, my body gave up! I collapsed in the street one day whilst shopping. I had lost our home - I couldn't keep up the payments and now I lived in a one roomed apartment in a very seedy part of the city. I had sunk to the depths of despair. My collapse landed me in hospital again but this time I was transferred to a psychiatric hospital where they diagnosed me with severe depression. I was kept in this hospital for 4 months while they treated me and eventually believed they had cured me of my troubles. When I was released I moved away from the city - I found a room in a small town in the country where I eventually found work as a shop assistant. I hated my existence but realized I had brought it all on myself and although I still loved Henry, I knew there was no hope of ever being with him again. Ten years have now passed since I spent my evening with Will! I am now a very lonely woman, still living in my little room by myself and never meeting with other people except for those in the shop where I worked. I regretted my stubbornness in pushing Henry too far, and I hated myself for being such a stupid idiot. Above all else I have now forgiven Henry for leaving me - I now wish him every happiness with his chosen woman. I wonder if he every thinks of me! I hope so! The Other Side of the Story Jodi stared at her reflection critically. Every hateful word that her husband had said over the past five years since the birth of their first child played like a bad record in her mind. "Fat. Ugly. Don't take care of yourself. Disgusting. Who would want you?" All of it was there. Haunting her. She drew in a calming breathe as she applied another light coat of lip gloss. Not this time. She was not going to allow his hateful words to undermine the new her. She had a plan. Maybe it was not the best one. Maybe some people, hell, a lot of people would judge her. But they had not walked a mile in her shoes. They had not felt their self-esteem, their self-worth, their sexuality, their mojo eroded away by years and years of mental abuse. Abuse that not even therapy had managed to full alleviate. Although the latest round of DBT, dialectal behavior therapy, was helping. It had gotten her this far. It had given her the courage to go to the local community college to update her computer skills. It had given her the strength to get through months of job hunting until she finally landed one in a law firm not too far from her son's school. It was only part-time; just a few hours in the morning after she dropped him at school. She had even managed to keep tat fact a secret from her husband, saving her single dime that she made for the past year. Until at last she enough money in her savings account for a deposit and first month's rent on a tiny one-bedroom apartment that she had found. So what was stopping her from going? From just leaving the near constant barrage of verbal abuse about the house that was never clean enough, the dinner that was never warm enough and worst of all her sexual prowess that was never satisfying enough for her husband's prodigious appetites for Internet porn stars with plastic tits and Botox smiles. She and her therapist had spent the past session exploring that very question. Why could she not just pack their bags and leave? The attorney were she worked had already drawn up divorce papers, ready to be served. But still she hesitated. Put it off. She would do it tomorrow, she promised herself as she made dinner each night. Ironed his shirt before bed. And especially as she lay alone in their king size bed knowing that he was downstairs. On the computer. Watching porn and paying for video chats with those women. Younger, slimmer, prettier ones than the once loving wife that awaited him upstairs. She was actually relieved that he had not pressed the issue of their increasingly rare sex life. The idea of enduring his ten minutes of humping away at her while he thought about those other women, then the comments that he knew would wound her even deeper was simply more than Jodi could bear. And that was the crux of the matter. His words had eaten away her very soul until she honestly believed that no man would ever want her again. She was not even thirty yet and the idea of a lifetime of being alone seemed even more frightening than years of his verbal abuse. So she was stuck...and on the verge of losing the ideal apartment she had found. The elderly woman that owned the duplex and lived next door had called a couple of days ago. 'Was she still interested?' She needed to know because otherwise she would place an ad in the local paper. What was Jodi to do? Caught between abuse and fear. Paralyzed and stuck in a vicious cycle that would go on forever. If she allowed it. But Jodi was not going to allow it. She had come too far. Taken to many steps to get to this point to stop now. To allow him to win. To finally destroy her. To kill her spirit as he had been trying to do for years. No, she was not going to condemn herself to that. Or worse yet her son. She had made up her mind about that last weekend when they had visited hers. She had listened to an all too familiar tirade from her father-in-law. The truth had dawned on her then...her husband had learned how to treat women from this man. And if she did not find the strength to leave soon, then she would be dooming her own son to that same lesson. But still how? What could she do to break this paralysis? It was the question that had plagued her every waking and sleeping moment for two days now. Once again she had taken the issue to therapy. And this was the faulty solution they had come up with. She straightened the too short skirt and tugged up the stockings that wanted to peak out from under it. She wanted to do up at least two more buttons, but reluctantly admitted that her generous tits were probably her best feature. So she left them open as she ran through her mental check list once more. Her son was spending the night at his friend's house. She had sent a text to her husband explaining that one of their friends from church was ill and she was going to take care of her this evening. He might not like coming home to no dinner, but she was sure that the freedom of an empty house to indulge his dark fantasies would make up for the inconvenience. Except this time, Jodi would be indulging her own dark fantasies. She had done something that she never thought she would...never. With the help of her shrink, she had written an online personal ad. She had even used her cell phone to post it to a popular website right there in the psychologist's office...before she could chicken out. Then she had called the mother of her son's friend and asked her to pick him up from school and keep him overnight. She had texted her husband. Then she had gone on a shopping trip to the sexy lingerie shop at the mall. She had been extra careful to buy things from the clearance items because she could not afford to splurge on such frivolous things. Even as she shopped she fielded responses to her ad on her phone. She was shocked at the dozens of replies that her quickly worded ad and fuzzy selfie had generated. She had agreed with her shrink that this exercise was about re-building her lost self-confidence. The only measure of the applicants was...looks. For this she wanted to select the hottest guy available. Then his reply had come. And she had known. It could have not been any more perfect. She knew him. He had been in one of her classes at the community college. He was younger, his early twenties. So amazingly hot too, tall with firm muscles and dark skin. She had been ashamed to discover that she often fantasized about the young man back then. But even though he too had sent a fuzzy selfie...there was no doubt. And that was how she ended up here in this flea bitten motel that rented cheap rooms by the hour. A knock at the door brought her out of her thoughts. "Now or never," she said to the woman in the mirror. "Now, it is." *** The next two hours was wet, wild, marathon sex. Jodi wanted to think that it was the kind she and her husband had on their honeymoon before the realities of parenthood, bills and life intruded on the fantasy of true love. But she knew better. Sex with her husband had NEVER been that good. She discovered that with the right equipment, a cock that was thick and reached places she never knew she had, she could come just from penetration. She discovered too that oral sex was more than a quick three licks on her clitoris before he mounted her. She discovered that those tits that looked so nice and had done a fine job feeding her son for nine months actually were very sensitive when some one took the time to play with them. She discovered more things than she had ever imagined. She thought about spending the night there inn that motel room with her lover. Her last night as a truly married woman. As the not-so-dutiful wife. But she had another idea. One that she knew was the proper ending for this. She lifted her skirt a bit. Her wet cunt as well as the top of her stockings appeared under its hem. She had gifted the black silk thong to her lover before kissing him and promising to text later. She would not of course. She had a new life as a career woman and single mother. She did not have time for casual lovers. She had checked his study already and he was not there. She mounted the stairs to the bedroom that they had shared for almost a decade. He was snoring loudly on his side of the bed. She was thankful that he was in such deep sleep. She kicked off her shoes and pulled down the stockings. She used them to tie his hands to the headboard. She felt the bed shifted under her weight as she positioned herself just above him. "I am divorcing you," she screamed loud enough to wake him up. She allowed him to wake enough to realize that his hands were bound before she lowered her full wet onto his face. She had given into her lover's plea to forego the condoms that final time. So she knew that her husband could smell and taste another man's come inside of his once meek, faithful wife. But she did not care. That was the point. To humiliate him as much as he had her for years. She ground against his face as she told him what a lousy lover he was. How small his cock was. How much she hated him. Then she reached between her legs, "This is my clitoris. The thing you never could seem to find," she said as she began to play with it. She closed her eyes and thought of her lover and all the deliciously sinful things he had done to her body. It did not take her long, only a couple of moments until she came, gushing a mixture of her own copious juices and another man's all over the shocked face of the man she had once loved and promised to stand beside. Until death do us part...except there is more than one way to die. And this man that she had once loved and trusted had killed something inside of her. He had destroyed her hopes and dreams for a happy marriage. She hoped that this night and this humiliation would hurt him, destroy him even a fraction as much as he had done her. "The papers will be served tomorrow. Sign them or I promise you there will be more of this. Do you know the word cuckold? I do. Now. And if you don't give me my freedom that is what I will make you. You pathetic little man." Then she stood up and walked proudly from their bedroom. She could hear him screaming and cursing but she was beyond caring as she slammed the door on him, his abuse and all the hurts and pains he had inflicted upon her. As far as she was concerned they were even now.