MacK said:
Would you care to elaborate? Not quite sure what your wife was going through.
Mack,
Short background snip. When we went to Zimbabwe, my wife had, (I believe), been faithful for 14 years. Six months into Zimbabwe she was seduced by a charismatic dominant male. She decided she was 'in love'with him, but nevertheless 4 months later agreed to sleep with 3 of his particular friends.
When she slept with those friends she was shocked to discover she could have orgasms with men she did not particulary care for, or even like. Though I would add that 'post-coitus' she did develope a liking for them!
It was as though at 34 she had discovered sexual liberation, and her lover and his friends kept her busy and sated! Nevertheless she still hoped and wanted her main lover to accept her as his wife. Obviously divorcing me. I had no concerns on that regard as I did not think for one moment that was on his agenda, and hoped the 'family' would win out.
When I say the last 3 months became 'hairy' it was the point when my wife realised he was not going to marry her, nor where any of his 3 rich friends.
She seemed to go through a few thought processes, one of which was whether she could find another rich african. You would have to see the poverty to understand that any other was out of the question. I would have to say she just loved the lifestyle, which very much reminded her of her childhood upbringing which was also overseas.
She therefore 'threw herself' at a number of African men, who said thank you very much the sex was great, but marriage no...
The second thought process ran along the lines in 3 months I am going to be back in England. I have 3 months, and 3 months alone...if I want to try something I better do it now...
during that period if an African made a determined advance on my wife he invariably 'got lucky'. Her number of partners rose. Several times she allowed herself to be picked up in hotel bars of the occasionall hotels we stayed in.
but her focus on rich Africans slipped. She allowed at least 2 security guards into her bed. She actually drove to a police road block, parked took a blanket off into the bushes nearby and 'had a picnic'. There were African police at that road block who had fondled her during 'searches'. she knew they wanted her and just went to them and walked into the bush with a blanket.
2 months before we left she joined a 'gym' after the 1st two times I took her there she would not 'let me' take her there or pick her up. it was full of black men with muscles and white women 'getting fit'
Late at night, after dark, she took to going for walks, and coming back hours later 'ruffled'. The streets of an African city are not a place for a white woman to walk alone. She refused to allow me to walk with her, or not 'to go'
She put herself at risk, and I doubt that any 'idea' that she has was not tried out during that period.