#lesbian wife

Your wife dresses up so nice when her girlfriend is coming over.

She hasn’t dressed like this for you in years. It makes sense, as she hasn’t had any reason to in years. Hardening your cock is perfectly useless to her. It serves no purpose, save to provide you with an excuse for self pleasure. That is the only reason, and the only outcome.

You’ve gone to hotel registration to make the room switch like I asked? Good boy.

Okay then, you can hang out at the hotel bar as long as you want. Jill and I will retire to our room. Don’t wait up for us. We’ll see in the dining all at breakfast tomorrow morning, okay?

The male mind is a funny thing.

Mark convinced himself that traffic had been very bad, and that his wife hadto stay at a hotel downtown with her friend Ashley. Sure, it had been 11 p.m. when she’d called, and this had been the last in a series of odd excuses and coincidences where his wife had been “stuck” with Ashley. Still, as he drove down to pick his wife up the next morning, Mark convinced himself nothing was going on.

When he got to the hotel door, knocked, and was told it was unlocked, Mark stepped through the threshold and discovered the extent of his self-deception.

“Where so glad you’re finally here,” they told him. “We’ve got an announcement to make, and we wanted you to be the first to know.”

Greg figured the best thing he could do was to shut up and tolerate his wife’s dalliances. It was difficult, but he harbored no illusions: she’d had affairs with women many times in the course of their marriage, and the worse thing he could do was confront her with an ultimatum – a choice he secretly thought he was certain to lose. Better to let Janice find sexual fulfillment once or twice a week than lose her altogether.

Of course, he expected that Janice would refrain from any emotional attachment, and confine her activities to sex. Janice had promised him that much. But being a man, he was blind enough to believe her. Men always separated sex from love. That is how they were wired. They never understood that for women, it was different.

In truth, Janice relished the time spent together with her lovers. Not just the sex – even if that was so much better than what passed for “relations” with her husband. The feeling of complicity and intimacy, the romantic bond she formed with other women, that was something that was wholly absent from her cold marriage.

Things finally came to a head after she met Karen, a young teacher at a nearby school. Janice had always had a thing for younger women, but Karen was more than that: she was sweet, caring, gentle, smart, full of life. She was openly lesbian and proud of it, filled with hopes and dreams, living the life Janice had always secretly wanted but had been unable to experience due to the more conservative mores of the past.

It did not take long before Janice’s thoughts began to wander. Along with her  heart. Karen was wonderful. They were in love.

Greg had figured the best thing he could do was to shut up and tolerate his wife’s dalliances. And on the day Janice announced that she was leaving him, he learned that while it wasn’t the best thing for him, it most certainly was the best thing for her.

sapphodemytilene:

Shannyn Sossamon & Jes Macallan

Mistresses   (2013)    

They left for the hotel bedroom after finishing their drinks, and I had to settle the bar tab. 

I didn’t have money for another room at the hotel, so I ended up stroking alone in an alleyway.

I thought my wife would have the courtesy to pick me up in the car the next morning, but she drove off with the girl, and I had to hitchhike my way back home.

She keeps referring to it as an awesome trip.

On one hand I can’t agree.

On the other, I’m still stroking to the memory of it.

I left the party across the street and entered the bar, looking frantically for my wife, but I couldn’t find her.

I motioned to the bartender. She came over. “What will it be?”

I told her about my wife. I asked her if she had seen her. I gave a description: beautiful, hot, black hair, red dress.

Bartender girl gave me a strange smile. “Well, she ain’t here anymore, that I can tell you.”

“So Where is she?!”

The bartender chick gave me this crazy story about my wife coming in for a “quiet drink” with a brunette in a black dress. She said something about the girls being all over each other, and not even finishing their drinks.

The fuck.

“That can’t be!” I finally exclaimed. “You’re mistaken!”

The bartender chick laughed in my face. “Dude, I’ve worked bar a long time. I’ve seen a lot of couples into each other. Hot for each other. Barely able to hold off. Some couples look like they are a one night thing, and some look like they will go the distance. Just a bit of friendly advice, but judging from the way your wife was begging for that woman to take her back to her hotel and ravish her, love her, be hers, my best advice would be for you to get yourself a good divorce lawyer. A really good lawyer.“

She turned and went off to serve an elderly couple at the end of the bar, leaving me fuming, and with a large erection.

Six months later, I stood in front to a judge, next to my ex-wife and her new wife. I lost the house, the cars and the cottage,

It occurred to me then that I should have taken that bartender’s advice.

When your wife is so into girls she doesn’t even fully undress before getting into the shower.

The bet was an hour ago. But your wife is still kissing her best friend.

Passionately.

it’s a sure bet you lost more than fifty bucks…