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Tom & Julie

After Tom left that night, I just sat on the couch not moving or thinking. I think now, looking back, that I was in shock. My husband had just walked out on me and I said nothing to stop him. I actually just smiled at him as I told him that I had been cheating on him and that he knew it. For some reason I expected him to get angry and cry and wail and plead with me to stay and work everything out. That isn’t what happened.

When Tom looked at me after I said my piece, I could see anger and pain in his eyes. As he spoke, I could hear the sadness in his voice and the words were delivered in a manner dead and devoid of any love. I don’t know what I had expected but this was not it. I listened and as he spoke, my mind seemed to awaken from a deep, dark place. A place it had been for the past year or more. I tried to focus on his face and I heard snatches of words as he spoke. I heard words like divorce, whore, custody, and others: words that had no meaning. Why was he saying these things? What had I done to make this man so angry with me? I tried to focus on what he was saying but I couldn’t hold onto the words: they kept slipping away. I knew that something really bad had happened but I didn’t know what at that moment.
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Tom’s Story

On Tuesday, I told Julie, my wife, that I had to make a trip to St. Louis to fix some problems on a new installation. I would fly out Wednesday afternoon, meet with the contractors Thursday and Thursday evening, and fly home Friday. She did not seem very upset by the last minute trip, even though she had always hated me being away. She actually smiled when I told her and wished me a good trip. Strange.

I thought that we could make love that night since I would be leaving for the rest of the week but Julie pleaded fatigue when I suggested we go to bed early and cuddle.
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About a year ago, my husband called me from work and told me about a massage school in town. He said that all the girls from the office were going and it was very inexpensive because the students were trying to get there hours so they could graduate. I’ve always been a little shy and reserved, and having gained weight after our third child I had lost a lot of interest in letting my husband see me naked, much less anybody else. I had had a massage a year or so ago while on vacation and just could not enjoy it being overweight. I thanked him for thinking of me and told him I would “think about it.” Most of the time I “think about” doing things that I don’t want to do until hubbie forgets about them! And usually, sooner or later, he forgets!
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“Do you remember that day we had at the seaside last August?” asked Janet, suddenly.

I looked down at her, my small dark-haired wife of ten years. Her hair was spread over the pillow and her nightdress was up around her shoulders, for the very good reason that, until she had spoken, my mouth had been exploring the thick, erect nipple of her full, firm left breast, while the fingers of my right hand were sliding through her thick pubic bush to the warm, welcoming wetness of her eager vagina.
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Hannah leaned her elbows on the counter and stared blankly out into the empty mall.

“Geez, could this night BE any slower?” she thought, letting out a big yawn.

She sat up straight and adjusted her navy blue suit jacket, and fluffed out her curly brown hair. That was the only bad part of this jewelry store job: the fact that she had to wear a suit everyday, and the SLOW ass business. The good part was that Hannah looked great in a suit, and she knew it. She was a thick girl, with long legs and large breasts. Even though she was fairly modest, she enjoyed wearing low-cut camisoles underneath her suit jacket. Her male customers tended to buy more when she wore them, she noticed.
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On Monday, May 3, Sally and I met her “boyfriend,” Ted, for our second day together. Since then, I have been trying to write an account of what happened, but every time I do, it just comes out sounding like all the other descriptions of who put what where. Granted, those are fun to read; I’ve read a few (hundred) of them myself! Perhaps Sally or Ted could write what they felt, having sex and cuddling in bed all day long, but I thought that it might be worthwhile to hear from the other party - the one who sat in a chair at the foot of the bed, the one who waited on them, the one who cleaned up after them. In other words, the cuckold husband - me.
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Cindy Botelli read and re-read the note left on her desk by her employer. She had known for some time that he wanted out, but she never figured he would actually do it! But here it was, in black and white; from somewhere Jack had managed to amass the amount of capital that he needed to finance his new lifestyle which was, according to the brief letter, a life of leisure aboard his recently purchased yacht, soaking up the sun and just hopping from island to island. Cindy guessed that the business between Jack and his uncle was responsible for his newly acquired fortunes. Her employer had been extremely secretive over the past months and, with his dwindling list of legitimate clients, she knew that money must have been coming in from another source. She knew very little about the uncle’s business, but knew enough to realise that it was far from legal.
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Colleen is one of the best - always has been. Even in the early days before we were married she was a brilliant secretary; always ensuring I was on time for meetings and keeping my clients happy. And now, ten years on, she is my wife and continues to help me with my work. She is at her strongest with my clients - about that there is no doubt. Standing nearly 6ft tall in her stockings (which she loves to wear), with her long, golden blonde hair falling in cascades across her shoulders and her voluptuous 36D figure, she is a sight to behold. To meet her for the first time is to fall in love, or at least lust. One look into those bright blue eyes is usually enough to have any man (and quite a few women) immediately at her mercy.
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My ex-wife’s older sister, Lorna, is a ravishingly beautiful woman in her 50s. I’m 27, but her classic female lines are a turn on for any man who appreciates big breasts, broad hips, long legs, blonde hair and a flirty disposition. She keeps her body in great shape and it’s not uncommon to see her dressed up; in spike heels and sexy skirt. While I had always had the hots for her, she was married and I, of course, had been married to her sister. But the world turns and one day…

Lorna called me out of the blue and we had a long conversation. She told me that her long time marriage with Rick was on the rocks and that they were in financial trouble. I told her to come on over and have a drink.
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Chapter 6 Part 2: The Internet and Beyond

My first day of exploring the Internet had opened up a different world for me. It allowed me to continue my search for understanding of David’s behavior. On the other hand it had added a complex new issue to be added to what I had begun to refer to as ‘The Plan.’ I was still convinced that the best strategy for salvaging something from this marriage lay in a studied campaign to make us equals again in all respects of sexuality. To do that, I had to take this detailed view of David’s activities, known and unknown to me. So far the investigative work has been very interesting and not wholly unpleasant, I have to admit.
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