20 Years of Infidelity Part Finis

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20 Years of Infidelity Part FinisSorry I haven’t been able to write much the last week but bowing to popular demand and many, many requests, here is the final chapter of the 20 Years of Infidelity saga. I may, as time permits, go back to fill in the story but for now I’m very busy and I don’t want to keep all who have messeged me waiting any longer…I waited a month after Jason left for college before confronting my husband. Telling him we needed to talk, I made us drinks and laid it all out. I gave him credit, he didn’t try to argue very much when I said we both knew our marriage had been a sham from day one. He’d needed a wife to meet the qualifications for a promotion. I was just a box checked off on his list.  Hubby wasn’t a bad guy, he just got excited by the hunt. Once he had something, like my pussy, he just wasn’t interested in it any longer and went hunting elsewhere.I told him he could agree to my terms or a very, very messy divorce would follow. His corporation would never promote him to the vice-presidency he’d been planning on while I fucked up his life. We both knew that… And with the evidence I had of his cheating and fucking around? We both knew I’d take him for half of everything he had. Having been born into money and working at a job that earned him a shit ton more, that would be a lot of money. Then I offered him a way out…No divorce to fuck up his chances for promotion. We didn’t entertain at our house very often. I’d just leave my things here as if I still shared a bed with him. When there was a company ‘thing’, I’d be right there on his arm wearing a slinky dress and kissing his bosses asses as hard as I could. No one need know we were seperated. On the rare occasions ‘we’ were expected to entertain I’d be here in the house as if I still lived there.I told him that if he agreed to my conditions, this arrangement would last for six months past the date he recieved his promotion to vice president. “Then we’ll have a very quiet, very civilized divorce,” I said in conclusion.”And what will this ‘very quiet, very civilized’ arrangement cost me,” my husband asked while making us another drink.”One hundred thousand dollars a month for every month until our divorce is final. Plus the stock portfolio you’ve built with the company through their stock offerings. I need a nest egg.”I waited out his expected protests. “Look… Yes, it will be expensive, but both of us will be betting on the date your promotion comes due. You wanting it as soon as possible and me hoping it will be years,” I laughed. “But even if it takes ten or fifteen years, and we both know it won’t be that long, it will cost you way less than a divorce now would cost you.”I know to the penny how much you inherited,” I continued reasonably. “Hell, you could live comfortably through two lifetimes on it and not spend it all. Yes, you’ll have to dip into it, but so what? A couple of years on a V-P’s salary will make up the loss.Excusing myself so he could mull my logic over, I got my cigarettes and returned. I rarely smoked and my hubby didn’t like me smoking in our home, but as far as I was concerned, this was no longer our home. So fuck him! Lighting up and careful not to blow smoke in his face, I knew I’d won by his expression. A great guy, lousy husband and wonderful corporate stooge, my hubby had a pitiful poker face.”If I’m passed over and don’t get the promotion?””We can have a nice, easy divorce the day after you know it won’t cost you a promotion if you want. Any divorce, at any time of your choosing, will only contain one condition, you up the amount you give me now for household expenses to ten thousand dollars a month. That’s about half of your salary which I would recieve anyway. The money you inherited will be untouched for you to pass on to Jason some day. I’ll sign an agreement to that if you agree to the rest.””Is there anything else?””We are going to buy some land and build a Summer home on it. At least that will be the story we tell any one who asks. I’ve already priced the land and house we’ll build and it’s much less than what you’re probably imagining right now. I don’t need a mansion or even a house as large as this one, but it will be nice. I’ve always wanted a large bathtub that I can stretch out in instead of the small comercial tubs that comes with houses.”It’s on a river that has easy access to the ocean. Perfect for a dock. We’ll move some things of yours there and if you want to buy a boat to impress your bosses with some deep sea fishing trips? I’ll be there to entertain them in our Summer house until you leave to go fishing and when you return.”I’ve even priced some used boats and you’d be amazed at how cheap you can buy a really nice sports fisher that’s only a couple of years old. I think a few canlı kaçak bahis fishing trips where you can shmooze your bosses with whiskey and manly man talk will push you to the front of the line when promotion time comes.”Put the house and boat in your name so no one suspects anything if it makes you feel better,” I added reasonably. “You’ll transfer the deed to me as part of our future divorce settlement. All I need to see is a new will that gives the house to me, you know, just in case…”I lit another cigarette and gave hubby time to digest the deal. I already knew he’d accept but he was a corporate type who needed to get a legal pad and write out our agreement point by point. Once it was written down he signed it and held the pad out to me. He watched as I signed without hesitation.That night I began sleeping in our guest bedroom. Within a week the first hundred thousand was deposited into my personal bank account. I was also shown a copy of hubby’s new will transfering the deed of the new house to me along with the clause that granted me ten thousand dollars a month for life from his estate. Most satisfying of all was having hubby’s corporation stock portfolio transfered to an on-line trading account in my name. I was very satisfied with the two commas in the amount I was now worth.Within two weeks the land was bought and the foundation of the house I’d already designed with the help of an architect was being built. Two months after Jason left for college I drove over for a weekend visit. I was suffering from a major lack of cock!Hubby and I had agreed not to say anything to Jason about our plan to divorce. I’d agreed to move back into our bedroom whenever Jason was home for vacation. I was still home to answer the phone when he called and to hand the phone to his dad. As far as Jason knew me and his dad were still cool. I didn’t see the need to break our agreement and burden Jason with our problems. That might have put Jason into a funk and cut into our fucking time.Jason had pledged a fraternity and while giving me a tour of the house, he had a grand time introducing me to his frat buddies as his mom and watching their reactions. They may have tried to keep quiet but Jason and I both grinned hearing one frat guy on the phone telling a friend he had to come over and ‘check out the hot MILF’.Jason’s biological mother had long moved on and remarried. She had a new life and c***dren. She’d visited Jason once in the time I’d been married to her ex. She was still ‘mama’ and I was ‘mom’ when Jason wanted to play with people’s minds. Like now. Despite what many might think, I was a good ‘mom’ to Jason. Sure, I’d been fucking him for two years now, but that didn’t stop me from inspecting the house from one end to the other.I had tickets to a concert by one of my favorite singing groups in a city a couple of hours drive away and we left in plenty of time. I’d also reserved two rooms in a hotel for after the concert. Jason had grinned when I tossed him the keys to the car. We were barely on the interstate before my head was over his lap sucking that huge cock I’d missed so much. Jason filled my mouth with so much cum I was wondering if he’d found a girl friend yet to relieve the pressure in his balls.The consert wasn’t sold out and the seats in the back rows were empty. Maybe people wondered why Jason and I sat there but no one asked us to go back to our seats. As soon as the lights went down to signal the performance was beginning, Jason was on his knees pushing my skirt out of the way. My panties went into his pocket and his face between my thighs. God, that first orgasm felt so damned good.While I was still shaking from my orgasm, Jason pulled me down onto the carpet and unzipped his pants. Shit, I’d missed that nine inch cock so damned much as it slid in to stretch and fill my pussy. The singing covered the sounds of our sex but Jason had to slow his strokes between songs. Jason knew how fucking in public made me crazy and he made this fuck session last and last. Finally coming in me at the climax of a song.My, God! I was wasted from my orgasm, the fucking… Jason knew just how to fuck me and what to do afterwards. I felt his fingertips pressed to the skin under my pussy hole after his cock was removed. As usual my pussy hole was left gaping from taking Jason’s thick cock. With hard contractions of my cunt muscles, I pushed a stream of our cum juice out to fill the cup he made of his hand. Positioning his hand over my mouth, he poured our cum into my mouth. I let him watch me play with the cum and savor the taste I’d missed for too long. After I swallowed, I licked his hand and fingers clean.Jason sat in his seat first while I remained kneeling on the floor to suck his cock clean. His cock stayed tipobet güvenilir mi hard but having come twice, I didn’t want to push our luck for the time it would take to suck him off again. The asshole decided it would be funny not to give my panties back. We left soon after. I left a large cum spot on the seat for someone to find and wonder about. With only room service to disturb us, the rest of our weekend was one long fuck session.Taking Jason back to college, my pussy had been fucked so, so very well! Jason had been reduced to shooting only a small amount of watery cum. It’s hard to drain Jason’s balls but I’d done it!Returning back home, I spent many long weeks without cock until Jason came to visit over Christmas break. I didn’t go hunting for cock. I wouldn’t put it past my hubby to hire private detectives to follow me. One wrong move and he’d have evidence to present in divorce proceedings that might kill our agreement. Masturbation is fun and satisfying for a while, but it’s also so damned lonely! I was missing that skin-to-skin contact of hard, pounding sex by the time Jason arrived.I moved back into hubby’s bed while Jason was there and Lo, and Behold!, hubby actually wanted sex! LOL Now that I wasn’t a pussy he could always count on as being there, he actually began ‘courting’ me. I thought, Why the hell not! and that night we made a huge wet spot in our bed. Our sex was long and satisfying. Hubby hadn’t fucked me so well in a year! Afterwards, as usual, hubby went into deep sleep. Reliving past times, I left our bed and soon was bent over the clothes washer while Jason mounted me for a hard stand-up fuck.Between Jason’s Christmas and Spring Break vacations, hubby began re-discovering just what a good fuck bunny I was. I began sucking his cock and surprised him by letting him come in my mouth for the first time. I pretended it was my first time taking cum and swallowing. When I said it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought and agreed to do it again, he wanted his cock in my mouth as many times as I’d allow. I began visiting his bed often, making a wet spot and then returning to my bed while he changed the sheets.Once, when hubby was playfully pushing a finger against my asshole while I was sucking his cock, I asked if he thought about anal. I didn’t admit I’d been taking cock up my ass for months. When I agreed to ‘think about it’, hubby was so excited he barely lasted a minute when I went back to sucking his cock. Two nights later, after an enema, I let him have my ass. Jason has to fuck my ass very carefully at first with his thick cock. Hubby’s cock wasn’t nearly that thick and he could fuck my ass much harder. After waiting another week before I agreed to try anal again, I included a large dildo up my pussy. Hubby began to want to come in my ass even more than my mouth. All in all, hubby was finally becoming the lover I’d wished him to be when we married.Maybe I was whoring myself but we were still married. And my suggestion that hubby buy a sports fisher was paying off, too. Once the dock of the Summer house was built, he and his work buddies and bosses began going out once a month to fish. As a sign that my idea was a good one, hubby agreed to pay for furnishing my new house.All in all, our seperation was better than our marriage had been. I was getting dick on a fairly regular schedule and hubby had pretty much stopped chasing pussy at work. Jason was doing well in school and he admitted to me that he had a girl friend who drained his balls pretty regularly. They went off together on Spring Break. My house was almost completed and I already had most of the furniture bought and waiting to be moved in. For my 25th birthday hubby bought me a sporty little Porshe convertible.On a rainy, Spring day my house was finished and with keys in hand, I moved into the first, true home that was all mine. I’d lived with my parents, then a dorm at college, then back in with my parents while job hunting and then into hubby’s house. Now? I could close the door and tell the rest of the world to fuck off if I wanted.My house couldn’t be seen from the road because of heavy woods the driveway was cut through. There was enough acreage that I had no neighbors. I could sun bathe in the nude and wave at the boaters out on the river if I wanted. But I didn’t. As far as anyone knew, I was still a very happily married wife and step mom. I wasn’t going to do anything to fuck that up now…Jason got a job during the Summer so he could stay close to his current girl friend. Hubby was so close to his promotion he could taste it. We were having good, satisfying sex two or three times a week. My house was just as I’d planned it to be. Life didn’t suck.Summer was halfway through when I suggested that bets10 we rent a sailboat. I knew the basics of sailing from my vacation to the south of Spain. When hubby heard my plan, he agreed to rent a 40 footer for a weekend to see if I could handle her. It was different from the small sailboat I’d sailed before but the basics were the same and as long as I had the engine to use while docking and undocking, it wasn’t to hard.The next time hubby invited his bosses to go fishing, their wives joined me for a weekend sailing. Keeping the sports fisher in sight we had fun tying up together at night for a great fish dinner and drinks. During the day we’d keep some distance seperating the boats to not tangle the fishing lines. Everyone agreed it was a huge success. Hubby was ecstatic and fucked my ass sooo damned good that night after we returned the sailboat.The next fishing trip was the same with the men fishing during the day while we ladies sailed and drank and gossiped about the men. I was on the stern wheel by myself while closing the range to a few hundred yards between boats. The other wives were below in air conditioned comfort during the hottest part of the day. I closed the range a little bit more. I could see hubby clearly and waved back when he waved to me. Extending the antenna, I pressed the button and smiled as a very satisfying explosion destroyed the sports fisher.By the time the other wives came scrambling up from below after hearing the BOOM!, the detonator was on a mile long trip to the bottom of the ocean. Along with bodies, bits of bodies and all the evidence that there had been a bomb aboard.After all aboard were satisfied there were no survivors, we cried all the way back to the dock. Since I was the only one on deck to see the explosion the cops questioned me the most. My rehearsed story was given over and over between crying spells.Driving home to call Jason, I stopped and used a pay phone to call my friend at ex-hubby’s office.”It’s over.””Nice. Tomorrow at work I’ll clean up the details.”At home I dialed in the combination to ex-hubby’s wall safe and went through the papers there. The agreement we’d signed the night of our deal and the copy of ex-hubby’s will were burned over the toilet and the ashes flushed.The hardest part was calling Jason to break the news. Telling him I couldn’t stay at the house, I left for my house and had a very nice scotch.The next day my ex-husband’s lawyer came to my house and we fucked like rabbits.Yeah. The friend I’d made while working at my ex-hubby’s work was a pussy chasing lawyer who worked for the corporation. He also did lawyer work for the people who worked there. When my ex-hubby went to him to change his will to include the terms I’d insisted on -the house deed to be changed to my name and ten thousand dollars a month for life- my friend had drawn up the will exactly like my ex-hubby wanted. He also drew up another will that gave me half of everything. Clumsily dropping the will that my ex-hubby wanted and had just read onto the floor behind his desk, my friend had substituted the will I wanted signed. Hiding the print while pointing to the places that needed signatures, he’d handed a pen to my ex-hubby who signed it all without hesitation (After all, he’d just read it hadn’t he?) and had it witnessed and notorized. My friend gave my ex-hubby a copy of the will he thought he’d signed.I just went from a 2-comma girl to a 3-comma girl with the press of a button.It took months to settle the estate, but by Christmas I was a very rich girl fucking my friend in front of a roaring fire in my home. He’d gotten a very nice sum of money in his stocking for Christmas. He accepted without arguement that this was the last time we’d meet. I sucked him to hardness and we enjoyed a last fuck and a glass of eggnog before he left to return to wife and k**dies. Jason never suspected. No one did. As far as anyone could tell ex-hubby and me were very happy. He’d even stopped chasing pussy at work. There were no bodies or evidence to exam. The explosion was finally attributed to ‘unknown causes’. Since I said it looked like the explosion started in the stern, everyone assumed it had to be the engines and/or fuel tanks. If anyone wants to dive a mile down, they might find out differently. What are the odds of that happening?Yes, I’d planned this all for quite a while. How long? Since the vacation to the south of Spain. Remember when I got pissed that ex-hubby would be fucking some skank in my bed? That a skank would be making a cum stain in my bed? That I decided ex-hubby needed a lesson that you don’t fuck anyone in your wife’s bed except your wife? That I decided I needed a plan?I made a plan…So… As I sit here typing the last few words of my story. Sipping a very nice scotch and smiling at a framed Canadian 100 dollar bill on my wall, I want you to remember my advice in case someone you know is good at planning, electronics and can research how to make a bomb…Never fuck someone in your wife’s bed except your wife!

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