I know that adultery or cheating is seen as something bad. But it doesn’t just start, it starts at home. For the first twenty five years we were married, we had the same room, we raised four kids. She was my wife, I was her husband. But them, much like turning off a faucet, she said she didn’t want to have sex anymore. I asked, standing there looking straight at her, what did she expect me todo. Jack off she said. She was done.
That’s when I started ‘cheating’. She didn’t care, just don’t embarrass her in public. So fucking the secretary was a possible embarrassment, but not fucking the waitress at Denny’s. I fucked around a lot, literally. Then I met Margaret and hit it off with her. She was divorced, a beauty queen type, working as a sales girl. She was having a rough time at it. I helped with money, in return I slept with her.
My wife got envious. She saw the bills and started to spend like there was no tomorrow. It wasn’t really possible to stop her spending, so I asked for a divorce and after thousands thrown away on lawyers and the settlement I found myself ‘single’, but without any money. Margaret dumped me, she wanted the lifestyle.
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