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willypeter
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I felt bad about writing that last night, Pete. I hate to be a voice of doom in the middle of a really hot sexual encounter for both of you, and believe me, I understand everything about the cuckold mentality. Nothing was too radical for me, but I got so lost in the fantasy that I forgot to consider the reality. I hope the worst case scenario never hits you with a dawn hammer of reality, but looking at what you've written (and, yes, I've read all of your hot posts, and they give me a woody, too!), I see some warning signs. You're 42, she's 33, he's 24. Do you remember how you were at 24? At some point it has to dawn on him that he's in a very sweet spot, fucking a gorgeous and hot 33 year old wife of a rich guy. I guess what worries me most is the very fact that you're rich. Take the money out of the equation, and he's just another hot cock nailing some fine married pussy and that's all it is for him, good pussy, but throw in the fact that her MUCH (to him) older husband is rich, and at some point his mind starts working in that 24 year old way: Hmmm? If this aging faggot who lets other men fuck his wife because he can't satisfy her were suddenly out of the picture, I could quit working for a living and have a really fine life with his hot piece of ass wife on the settlement she'd get from a divorce, a divorce he couldn't dare contest precisely because he's such a weak balled faggot and doesn't dare let that come out in court. He settles, we move to the islands and fuck our brains out on her alimony until he can move his weak ass out of OUR house and we come back home. Sweet!
Of course, I don't know you, him or your wife, but at my age and with 50 years of experience in the lifestyle, I've seen a lot of damned disappointing behavior from both bulls and hot wives. As much as I love slutty women who love to fuck strangers, my experience tells me it's a mistake to put too much trust in them . . . or really any woman who has found a man who hits all her sweet spots. Women are very vulnerable to good looking, good fucking, funny, big dicked studs who treat them right and make them laugh and cum in equal measures. That kind of fucking changes a woman's mind and heart fast, and the switch in her eyes between your being her loving husband who she adores because he lets her seek out hot sex outside of the marriage boundaries, to the pain in the ass who limits her access to her version of cock cocaine can happen almost without warning. One day you're her main asset; next day you're a distinct liability. Throw in a 24 year old man with his own immature ideas of the perfect relationship, and you could wake up on the wrong side of things virtually overnight.
Here's what I wish I had done in my case. You'll have to decide what you need to do or if you need to do anything except enjoy the ride she's taking. I wish I had, at the first sign of annoyance (and there were some; I simply chose to ignore them), begun to squirrel away a considerable stash of cash and assets that couldn't be found by a divorce lawyer (and the pit bull bitch of a divorce lawyer she hired found every nickel I had within three days! Imagine yourself dealing publicly with Gloria Allred, and you'll get my drift). I wish I had set up some subterfuge to rent a storage unit somewhere in a nearby town for instance and bolted a gun safe in it that contained my most precious collection of firearms and bullion coins. She would have never know the difference. Instead, I left them in my study in my obvious gun safe where my wife knew the combination. I wish that I had hired and consulted my own attorney at the first sign of trouble and used the attorney/client privilege to tell him completely what was going on. Hell, I would have even gladly sweetened the deal for him by getting her to fuck him regularly without her knowing he was my attorney of record. I think he might have advised me in some wise and careful strategy to isolate some assets from her legally and even might have gotten the two of us to sign some legal fiscal agreements "considering the unusual nature of our sexual relationship." She was a smart woman, and she knew there were emotional and physical dangers in what we were doing, and I think she would considered such an agreement prudent on both our parts. For my part, I would have been happy to sign an agreement that spelled out exactly what we each walked away with should things go south in our marriage, and I think she would have considered such an agreement fair and just, as well. I think she would have even appreciated my generosity and willingness to split things down the middle. I, too, had money, you see. I wasn't rich, but I was doing damned well by any standard and supporting her in a rather lavish style. Any agreement would have beat the one dictated by her bitch lawyer when they had me by the balls. Basically, she walked away with everything: homes, cars, accounts, brokerage accounts, furniture, guns, land, boat, and I left town and the state with my tail between my legs and had to start over from scratch. I could have fought it, but it was too humiliating to contemplate to have my perversions made public. I may have been much more perverse than you sound, but even your level of complicity is going to horrify a divorce judge, many if not most of whom are female, and a good divorce attorney for her will certainly try to see that a female judge hears your case. I'm not saying leave her or confront him. Hell, I love your stories and get a hard-on just imagining how hot your wife sounds and how well Rob fucks her. Go ahead and enjoy it and maybe it will work out wonderfully for everyone. Certainly, my wife had many, many strong, fine lovers over the years, a few of whom she later admitted to being in love with, and all of them faded for one reason or another over time. Only I remained constant in her life, but my demands on her remained constant, as well, and ultimately my fantasies clashed with her realities to the point that I was no longer an ally and asset but an enemy to her sense of peace and security. It was damned hard to face up to that six months later, near broke and alone in another city and another state feeling like a useless piece of shit unworthy of love or success, while she joyfully made the rounds of our former friends in Dallas, fucking everyone of my friends and colleagues who had ever interested her, living in our house, and vacationing in the islands on my money. I'm just saying that you didn't get rich by being dumb, so don't be as dumb as I was. Go ahead and enjoy your wife's promiscuity. Encourage it. Thrive on it. Whack your dick blue thinking about it. I do. But cover your ass, amigo. Now. Quietly. Intelligently. Start moving around some assets. Start hiding some money. Get yourself a hotshit divorce attorney and level with him. Believe me, he'll love your story. He can't tell anyone, but he might save your ass if a worst case scenario goes down. Furthermore, once you have those things in place, you can relax and really enjoy having a hot and horny wife who loves to fuck strangers. I don't mean to rain on your parade; I just want you to be smarter than I was and have some umbrellas scattered around that you can pick up quickly when you need them.
Of course, I don't know you, him or your wife, but at my age and with 50 years of experience in the lifestyle, I've seen a lot of damned disappointing behavior from both bulls and hot wives. As much as I love slutty women who love to fuck strangers, my experience tells me it's a mistake to put too much trust in them . . . or really any woman who has found a man who hits all her sweet spots. Women are very vulnerable to good looking, good fucking, funny, big dicked studs who treat them right and make them laugh and cum in equal measures. That kind of fucking changes a woman's mind and heart fast, and the switch in her eyes between your being her loving husband who she adores because he lets her seek out hot sex outside of the marriage boundaries, to the pain in the ass who limits her access to her version of cock cocaine can happen almost without warning. One day you're her main asset; next day you're a distinct liability. Throw in a 24 year old man with his own immature ideas of the perfect relationship, and you could wake up on the wrong side of things virtually overnight.
Here's what I wish I had done in my case. You'll have to decide what you need to do or if you need to do anything except enjoy the ride she's taking. I wish I had, at the first sign of annoyance (and there were some; I simply chose to ignore them), begun to squirrel away a considerable stash of cash and assets that couldn't be found by a divorce lawyer (and the pit bull bitch of a divorce lawyer she hired found every nickel I had within three days! Imagine yourself dealing publicly with Gloria Allred, and you'll get my drift). I wish I had set up some subterfuge to rent a storage unit somewhere in a nearby town for instance and bolted a gun safe in it that contained my most precious collection of firearms and bullion coins. She would have never know the difference. Instead, I left them in my study in my obvious gun safe where my wife knew the combination. I wish that I had hired and consulted my own attorney at the first sign of trouble and used the attorney/client privilege to tell him completely what was going on. Hell, I would have even gladly sweetened the deal for him by getting her to fuck him regularly without her knowing he was my attorney of record. I think he might have advised me in some wise and careful strategy to isolate some assets from her legally and even might have gotten the two of us to sign some legal fiscal agreements "considering the unusual nature of our sexual relationship." She was a smart woman, and she knew there were emotional and physical dangers in what we were doing, and I think she would considered such an agreement prudent on both our parts. For my part, I would have been happy to sign an agreement that spelled out exactly what we each walked away with should things go south in our marriage, and I think she would have considered such an agreement fair and just, as well. I think she would have even appreciated my generosity and willingness to split things down the middle. I, too, had money, you see. I wasn't rich, but I was doing damned well by any standard and supporting her in a rather lavish style. Any agreement would have beat the one dictated by her bitch lawyer when they had me by the balls. Basically, she walked away with everything: homes, cars, accounts, brokerage accounts, furniture, guns, land, boat, and I left town and the state with my tail between my legs and had to start over from scratch. I could have fought it, but it was too humiliating to contemplate to have my perversions made public. I may have been much more perverse than you sound, but even your level of complicity is going to horrify a divorce judge, many if not most of whom are female, and a good divorce attorney for her will certainly try to see that a female judge hears your case. I'm not saying leave her or confront him. Hell, I love your stories and get a hard-on just imagining how hot your wife sounds and how well Rob fucks her. Go ahead and enjoy it and maybe it will work out wonderfully for everyone. Certainly, my wife had many, many strong, fine lovers over the years, a few of whom she later admitted to being in love with, and all of them faded for one reason or another over time. Only I remained constant in her life, but my demands on her remained constant, as well, and ultimately my fantasies clashed with her realities to the point that I was no longer an ally and asset but an enemy to her sense of peace and security. It was damned hard to face up to that six months later, near broke and alone in another city and another state feeling like a useless piece of shit unworthy of love or success, while she joyfully made the rounds of our former friends in Dallas, fucking everyone of my friends and colleagues who had ever interested her, living in our house, and vacationing in the islands on my money. I'm just saying that you didn't get rich by being dumb, so don't be as dumb as I was. Go ahead and enjoy your wife's promiscuity. Encourage it. Thrive on it. Whack your dick blue thinking about it. I do. But cover your ass, amigo. Now. Quietly. Intelligently. Start moving around some assets. Start hiding some money. Get yourself a hotshit divorce attorney and level with him. Believe me, he'll love your story. He can't tell anyone, but he might save your ass if a worst case scenario goes down. Furthermore, once you have those things in place, you can relax and really enjoy having a hot and horny wife who loves to fuck strangers. I don't mean to rain on your parade; I just want you to be smarter than I was and have some umbrellas scattered around that you can pick up quickly when you need them.
