The Cheating Wife, the Scumbag Friend, and my Happy Ending

[ExFiles]

Hello, this is my first time posting. But I figured as a 3-year lurker, I'd go ahead and contribute something to these boards. Here's my story:

In hindsight, I'm happy the way things worked out; however, it was quite a painful and confusing time.

A little backstory for context:

So, my ex-wife was my high school sweetheart. She was my 3rd lay, I was her first and only. We were engaged on her 17th birthday, married at 19. We went on a cruise for our honeymoon to Martinique, where we were quite social with other guests at nearby tables. It was oddly the most tight-knit group I've ever cruised with. I've always been more comfortable around older people, they make better company than the current generation of "smartphone zombies." When we went out to the beach, it was topless from what I could tell. She didn't partake; much like most members of this forum, I have a bit of a thing for exhibitionism, but I was always a little nervous to take that step with her. I had a mild curiosity of showing her off but never acted on it. I find cuck porn kinda hot, but more so favor the bull's perspective. A few minutes into relaxing on the beach, one of the couples we hung out with came and sat next to us. They were in their mid-60s. The guy was very "world experienced... cultured," I enjoyed talking to him. His wife took her top off and I think he could tell it was a little awkward for me. He jokingly (but with friendly tact) asked my ex "no extra sun for you?" and winked/nudged me. I spoke up "it's not really our thing." He laughed, and in a amused sincerity said "I get it, you're young newlyweds; give it time." As far as words from strangers go in regards to exhibitionism and sex, truer words have never been spoken.

So, let's fast forward to what most of us are here for...

Come 2014, her and I are both 28. I've become a bit of a leader in a small fraternity-like group. We camped out and partied across the Southern US almost monthly. We're talking naked women walking around everywhere; hazing of our male members petitioning to get into the group, etc. This wasn't remotely education related, nor was it a college group. We all shared a hobby and formed a pretty tight-knit clique around it. Her and I were sort of the patriarch/matriarch of the group, we were the oldest at 28 and respected enough to not fall victims to the harsh practical jokes. I'll admit, I put the club before her a lot. I had also grown quite a bit out of shape. I'm not denying my role in this and have become a much better person since then.

This young guy joined the group that year. I'll call him Bob. Bob was 19. I really considered him a dumb kid, but I liked him. He eventually, despite his age, became one of my better (if not best) friends. His girlfriend was smoking hot, pretty much everyone in the group wanted to nail her. Eventually, they fall on hard times... he gets thrown out (it was her parent's vacation home) and needs a place to stay.

I ignored my father's advice of "never let another man sleep on your couch." Next thing you know, my wife at the time was getting texts from him at all hours of the day. Biggest smiles I've seen on her face in years. I think I sensed it then, but ignored my instincts because I trusted them both. She called him her "BFF." He had stayed in our house for two months at this point... I really don't care for TV, I prefer to read. So, often when I was in my room or on the porch with my kindle, they binge-watched a show together. Over the time he was here, I noticed him go from the opposite side of the couch to the point of where they were obviously holding hands under a blanket. I wanted to call it out, but I didn't want to look like a paranoid fool if I was "wrong." So I continued to watch and tactfully helped him get a new place to stay.

I'm on the computer one night, planning the club's next party when her phone dings at 2am. She's passed out. I think it may be an emergency, so I check it. "Goodnight Beautiful." It rubbed me wrong, so I start scrolling through her phone to "I love you's" and them sending songs to each other. "Lips of an Angel," by Hinder... "Counting Stars," by One Direction. My stomach sunk. I woke her and we fought for hours on how they "were just friends, nothing was going on, etc."

The texts continue, the fights continue. It strikes a catalyst in me. I start working out. I start looking for a better career. I make her the center of my world. Sure, I felt threatened. About a month later, she asks for a separation - saying that she needs "time away from us both" to make a decision. I pack my things, jump in the car and tell her I'm heading to a friend's house which is two hours away. I get to the on-ramp of the interstate and stop. I had a gut feeling and turned around. I pull up to the house to see his truck there. So I go one street over and walk to my house, it's pitch black and our blinds aren't that great. I manage to check the bedroom... nothing. So, I walk around the house, QUIETLY open my back porch screen door and peak in the inner glass doors to the living room... he's holding her. I'm shaking in rage. I'm considering severe violence against him that would ruin my life. And... I'm turned on. I decide to put myself through the pain of seeing how far it will go.

My face is plastered against the glass door at this point, gazing through an opening in the blinds. They sat down. Popped in their show as he rubbed her back. At this point, I toy with them. I text her and ask how she's doing. She replies. I'm watching her get frustrated every time I text. Then I just decide to stop the texting and let them do their thing. She looks at him, leans in, tongue down her throat. I'm growing more pissed, and just as horny at the same time; even now, as I type it, I can feel the emotions again. I'd been forced into this world that I'd been curious about for a while now (just not the side I felt I would belong on). They shift positions, she's sitting in front of him, between his legs and leaning back as they're making out. He slides his hands down her pajama pants and begins fingering her. There goes her hand... jerking him off through his basketball shorts. My 28 year old wife and this 19 year old scumbag that betrayed a guy who put a roof over his head, food on his table, etc.

She gets off of him, stands in front of him and snaps her bra, climbing into a straddle on him and reaches for his dick to assist in penetration. I can't take any more. I'm raging (and so was my dick - I had to tuck the motherfucker into my waistband). I slam my way into the house and chew him a new ass. I've never said such mean things in my life. And as he's stepping out of the door I tell him... "remember this, a relationship that starts with infidelity, will likely end in it too."

Time goes on. The separation happens. She moves into her parents' carport. He's thrown out of another house and moves into the carport with her, both of them leeching of her parents. She hadn't held a job since she was 22 and I think he was enjoying living off her family. I realize it's a lost cause and that I'm going to die alone if I don't change my life. I was fueled by anger, winning her back, and the fallback plan of finding someone new. I lose 70lbs in 4 months. I go from barely being able to walk stairs to running 6 miles at a time. I get a six-figure job. Brand new car. Meanwhile, their relationship was seeing the strain of financial struggle and mistrust (what did they expect?).

The frosting on the top of this wordy chronicle of my sexual misadventure is, he had been on roids since he was 15 and had erection problems. And while his dick was just a little longer than mine, mine has significantly more girth. She would call me to complain about his erection problems, the lack of "filling" feeling, and having not cum since she left me. I talked to her in a "this is what you get" tone. I treated her like shit. On top of that... I was "the new me." It made her want me more. Well, she still had a key to our house...

I sleep in the nude. I don't like clothes being twisted around me. I had just fallen asleep when I woke up to my door being unlocked. I grab my pistol off the nightstand and wait... I see what I immediately recognize as her "walk" I put it down quickly; I then proceed to pretend I'm sleeping. She's naked. She had done something that I had encouraged after most date nights... she walked to the house nude. She pulls the blankets down and starts sucking my dick while she fingered herself. This wasn't the usual obligatory blowjob of a marriage... this was desperate. She was trying. There were drool strings running from her mouth to my cock. She takes my dick out of her mouth and runs her tongue up it (I vividly remember this because it was a wild turn on). "You know how you've always wanted to fuck me in the ass? He hasn't either... if you want it, take it." I'm going nuts at this point. But refusing to break character, I didn't want her to think I was playing into her game. I reach into the nightstand. Pull out some lube to augment my drool-covered cock. No longer the "gentle and thorough lover" I forcefully flip her over, I'd never experienced her so hot and ready - I think it was this new side of me. I push her lower back down into an arch; wrap her hair around my hand and yank her head back... and go in.

I reposition her... She's now sitting on my lap, dick-in-ass as I'm sitting on the bed. We're both facing the wall that's 2-3 feet away. She's leaning against the wall and grinding on me. I have both hands to work on her pussy. Two fingers in her, the other hand's middle finger flicking her clit. She squirts... everywhere. The bed is soaked. The floor under us is soaked. My cum is running out of her ass.

I pull my dick out (take a brief mood killing break to wash it off, making sure she could see that the fat guy she was married to is now in great shape), lol... she thought we were done. I was going to show her how much more of a man I was than that limp dick 19 year old. I'm still hard. I push her back down and rail into her again. She cums 2 or 3 more times, further soaking the bed. I fill her with another load. Then pull out and lay on my back next to her. For a brief moment, I was happy... thinking about her and I, our better times, and if we could make it all work.

She laughs... "well, now I'm going to have to clean up before I head back... I'm going to be so sore. It's not like he'll notice anyway."

And then I remember how scandalous she was.

She asks, "what does this mean for us?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to give you something to think about next time you're with your teenager... get out."

About a month goes by...

At this point, my ex has gone nuts trying to get me back. I honeslty think that was a genuine glimpse of the "temporarily insane" we hear about in court movies.

One particular day... I was 4 hours away from home, hanging out with some of my friends. My car has bluetooth phone features and I happen to be giving my buddies a ride when "Bob's" ex-girlfriend's (the one who threw him out when this mess started) name phone number pops up on my dash audio display. Odd that she's calling me. My buddies, aware of the situation, get REALLY quiet - like Kindergarteners listening in on an adult conversation. She's crying. At that moment, they're all covering their mouths trying not to make noise as they're silently cheering in the back... they're performing fake sex acts on each other and pointing frantically at her name on my dash.

"I tried to talk to 'Bob,' your ex wife picked up and yelled at me and called me this and that, blah blah blah."

My friends are getting more excited and elaborate with their fake sex moves on each other, while I'm trying to talk to the poor girl and be genuinely concerned for the reason she's calling - without laughing at them.

"Just stop... calm down... look, I'm 4 hours away and headed home. I'll stop by your house and bring a couple drinks with me... we'll talk it out."

"Ok, that would be great...."

I hang up. And my car erupts like it's Superbowl Sunday. "YOU HAVE TO GO!" "DUDE I'VE WANTED TO FUCK HER FOR LIKE 3 YEARS NOW AND YOUR OLD (I was 29, lol) ASS IS THE ONLY ONE'S WHO'S EVER HAD A CHANCE AT IT. YOU BETTER NOT PUSSY OUT!" "MOTHERFUCKER, IF YOU DON'T GO OVER THERE, I WILL!!!"

Well... I dropped them off. And went.

A lot of girls had hit me up since I dropped the weight; not to toot my own horn, but at the right weight, I have that old fashioned prince charming look. Some girls in our circle were hitting me up because of the 6-figure job I suddenly had. I wasn't naive, nor did I play into it. But I knew she was calling for the same reason I was visiting. She wanted to get back at them.

You know. I don't really have a thing for younger girls. I've always considered youth and virginity over rated. But, I guess there's a first time for everything. And she was 20 at this point.

I get to her place. I know my way around, I had spent a lot of time there when everyone was friends. I gave her a big hug and made my way to her kitchen. Put a bag on the counter with some drinks I picked up quickly at home, I poured her a glass. We sat down, and I will admit... I was TRYING to be objective. I didn't want to toy with her feelings. She was a sweet girl. But it was obvious she didn't really have a problem. She took a couple sips, put the glass down. Put my arm around her shoulder and cuddled to me. I try to talk a little more (random topics), giving her another option to figure out her feelings. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a kiss. She tries to unzip my zipper all nonchalant - it lacked grace, she asked me to help. I thought it was pretty funny. And suddenly, she's jerking me off. More kissing... then down she goes. I slide her little mini-girl-jersey shirt thing off and undo her bra. And gently push her on her back. Don't get me wrong, I love blowjobs as much as any other guy. But I wanted to experience HER body... I didn't see this happening again and even if it happened again, I was not going to build a relationship on mutual angst.

She's now on her back and I undo the 50-freaking-buttons on her little black jean shorts. Pulling her them and her thong off together. Her legs were fresh shaved. Her pussy was too. She was soaked. I mean, if it weren't already painfully-obvious why I was there, it was now. I could smell her pussy, normally I try to check somehow... either sneaking a smell of the finger... or at least doing the "foot check." Well-groomed feet means well-groomed elsewheres..." It was the sweet smell of your typical grade-a pussy, I knew I had the green light, I went down on her. Everyone in my group knows about my tongue. It's always been a bit of a party trick. "SHOW US THE TONGUE! DUDE LOOKS LIKE GENE SIMMONS!" Well, she got to experience it. I, again, flipped her over gently. This wasn't a hate fuck, like my ex. And licked her clit from behind - running my tongue from clit to asshole - I took a gamble, it payed off, lol.

She got up, took the rest of my clothes off me. Grabbed my hand and we went back to her bedroom. I turned up my "beast" a little and fucked her to within an inch of her life. I let the lady go first and then I told her I was about to cum, giving a girl some warning and for lack of a better way to do it, basically asking how to proceed. She told me to lay back and blew me until I popped.

Her and I occasionally talk in passing these days. But it's innocent.

The ex and shithead broke up. He moved out of state and then she found out she was pregnant. Their shotgun wedding was yesterday. I can see her glow is gone in the pictures.

A month or two after railing "Bob's" ex-girlfriend, I meet a gorgeous blonde woman; she's literally the female version of me in humor, sexual desires, etc. We're now engaged, despite some funny/petty/failed attempts at sabotage by my ex.

Moral of the story. Bad shit happens and always opens another door. You just have to find it. Also... I sent him a "thank you card."