The hot wife I didn't know I had !!!
I've been married three times and only one of my wives, my second, was willing to play. She fucked so many men that I hesitate to give the number, even though I kept meticulous records, for fear of promoting disbelief. Suffice it to say it was in the hundreds, and I loved her all the more for it. You can read about our exploits in my other posts.
But this post is about my first wife, who was a different matter altogether. We married in our senior year in college because she got pregnant, and I felt guilty and wanted to do the right thing. She subsequently had an abortion without consulting me about it, and I felt betrayed and set up. It sent our one month old marriage on a downhill slide, and we divorced after we graduated 6 months later, 6 months in which our sex life deteriorated with our relationship. She became haughty and disinterested in sex, and I thought there might be someone else she was fucking. I've been a cuckold since puberty, and the idea of her fucking someone else gave me blue steel hard ons. I was new to the game, however, and didn't know how to bring up my nasty and shameful desires. I tried once to broach the subject of her fucking around, but I couldn't bring myself to just spit out what I wanted and my awkward attempts to talk about it seemed to infuriate her, as if I were accusing her of infidelity. When I tried to explain, she responded with disgust, saying I was sick to even talk about such a thing. Being young and stupid, I simply shut up and waited it out til the end, which was very acrimonious. I felt she had tricked me into marrying her at a bad time for us to get married by getting pregnant, then having an abortion after the marriage without consulting me. She, and her parents, felt that I had ruined her chances for a better marriage by making her damaged goods, and I should pay for it. They hired an aggressive divorce lawyer and took me to the cleaners, taking even the money I had saved for graduate school. I was left broke and alone and had to reassess my future plans, which now did not include grad school, at a time when the draft was grabbing everyone without a deferral for Vietnam. It was a shocking change of events, but here's the weird part. We had a circle of good friends at college that we partied and drank and smoked dope with regularly, and they mostly took her side during the divorce. Somehow I was the asshole who knocked her up and made her get an abortion, then abandoned her. At least, that was the narrative she was using. I knew better, but I didn't feel like fighting. Only a few of my good male friends knew the truth of what Ruth had done, but they were strangely unsupportive. Within three months of graduation, I was drafted and left for the Army, and I completely lost touch with our entire circle. Considering the way I'd been treated, I consider them good riddance.
Now jump forward 42 years to 2010 and the world of Facebook, and I get a friend request from one of the girls from our circle in college, but I don't recognize her married name or her picture so I ignore it. She persists and sends me a message saying she's Suzy, my buddy Tom's old flame. We exchange email addresses, and she sends me a long apology, saying she knows I got a raw deal back in college, and she's long regretted not speaking up. Ruth, she tells me, not only set me up to get married, but the baby wasn't even mine. It was her boyfriend Tom's, and she got the abortion because Tom insisted upon it and paid for it, even after I'd agreed to marry her. Furthermore, Suzy said, Ruth was the most promiscuous girl in the sorority they both joined, having done some really stupid things like drunken gangbangs at fraternity parties in her freshman year. By the time we married in our senior year, Ruth was trying desperately to clean up her reputation and go straight, using me as her ticket, despite the fact that there were a couple of 8mm tapes of her pulling trains circulating around campus. Suzy said Ruth had been blackmailed several times in her sophomore year to attend frat parties as the star attraction or have the tapes sent to her parents, and she saw her career and marital hopes going down the drain.......until this stupid transfer student from a junior college who wasn't in a fraternity on campus fell for her. No one had the balls or the desire to tell me, and she was apparently fucking all the males in our little circle to keep them from telling me. Wow! If she had only known how that would have turned me on!!!! Suzy gave me her ex-boyfriend Tom's email and told me to contact him to confirm it, but I waited a long time to do so. When I finally did, it was awkward as hell. Tom felt guilty about his role in things, but after a few emails, he called one night and we talked for over an hour. Once he realized I not only wasn't angry but had a prurient interest, he not only admitted that what Suzy said was true, but added a lot of details that gave me a hard on 40 years after the fact. For example, he explained a weird occurrence I remembered well of showing up unannounced at her apartment one afternoon when we were first dating and having her answer the door naked and looking ill. She was white as a sheet and said she'd been vomiting in the toilet when I knocked. She begged off seeing me, saying she needed to go back to bed and would see me the following day.Tom said the truth was that she was in bed with him and two of his friends, one of whom had just shot a huge load in her mouth when I knocked. It was not vomit on her face, and it was an academy award performance, one that sent them all into hysterics of laughter after I left. He told me stories of her jacking him off at bars while I was sitting across the table, of sucking off our friends in toilets while I sat in a bar or restaurant *******, etc. Out of pure meanness, he said, they would sometimes even make bets that she would do strangers on the spot if they told the guy what to say, then pick an unlikely guy in a bar or night club, secretly point out Ruth to him, and tell him to catch her alone and tell her that he'd seen the tape of her 14 man fraternity gang bang (her infamous record as a sophomore; her best as a freshman was 8 before she was too sore to continue) and wanted a blow job immediately or he'd make sure to tell me about it. They did it four times, Tom said, with three ugly white guys and one fat black guy, and each time they did, Ruth would immediately come back to the table and quietly excuse herself from the group in order to go somewhere and suck the stranger off. They all wondered, he said, how I could be so fucking stupid and oblivious, and the answer, of course, is that I don't know. I often had suspicions that all was not right with her and us, but damn! What a waste! I had always wondered how Ruth could be so fucking hot looking (5' tall, 105 lbs, with a tiny waist, a perfect ass, and the most perfect little tits god ever made; she looked like a movie star most of you won't remember, Sandra Dee, the hottest teen throb of the surfer era) and hot in bed with me and profess to be inexperienced and uninterested in other men, and Tom blew that myth all to hell. It was that innocent Sandra Dee look, he said, that allowed her to get away with being the wanton three holed slut she really was. He estimated that she'd fucked more than 100 guys in her first two years of college alone, so many that she considered quitting our big state university to escape the reputation she'd developed as a girl who couldn't or wouldn't say no. When I started going out with her, my lack of knowledge was a godsend for her, and Tom thought she actually thought she could pull off a reformation of sorts. It was way too late for that, however, and Tom estimated that she was regularly fucking at least 10 guys even after we were married. Probably, he said, because she had to in order to buy their silence with pussy than because she really wanted to, but he admitted that the real reason I got no support from my male friends during the divorce was because they were all fucking her on the sly, and the girls all knew, as well. After I left for the Army, he said, she reverted to her old ways totally, living off my graduate school money while she fucked whoever she wanted for the next year until he went off to grad school and lost track of her. No one knew what eventually happened to her or where she ended up, but I sure wish I knew. We might finally have something in common. One of the great ironies of life for me has been the discovery of how far a little honesty might have gone in a number of relationships. If she had simply told me that she had been excessively promiscuous as a freshman girl and was trying to go straight as a senior, I would have made sure she not only didn't need to but I would have encouraged and supported her while she fucked anyone she wanted to......and believe me there were a lot of hot young guys who wanted a piece of my Ruth. Or if I could have simply summoned the courage to tell her that I suspected that she was fucking other guys and it turned me on like nothing else in the world, maybe we could have just lived happily ever after. I know nothing would have helped me through my tour in Vietnam more than knowing that my hot young wife was back fucking all my friends and a bunch of strangers to boot. Now that would have been something to come home to. Of course, if we had been honest with each other, we wouldn't have needed to divorce, and I would have gone to graduate school instead of Vietnam. Oh the tangled web we weave when we first decide to deceive.