I'm a divorced cuck. I first met Debbie in 1986, not long after she'd had her second kid. She already had a 2 year old by another guy. We started dating and eventually got together and got married. We had two dau8hters.
After at least 2 years of encouragement, gentle persuasion and role-play in the bedroom, Debbie finally took the plunge by dating and having sex with a lad 12 years younger than her the day after her 35th birthday. He was a customer at the shop she worked in and been chatting her up for some time.
There was then a long 9 year gap before she agreed to give this lifestyle another try, this time going with a 28 year old security guard (she was 44 by now) and a 25 year old paratrooper. Despite us originally agreeing that she wouldn't go with anyone I knew so I couldn't put a face to the name, one of my ex-workmates also got lucky after requesting her on this new-fangled Facebook she had! He'd always been a ladies man and at work it was common knowledge that he'd fucked another colleague's wife, at least 2 female members of staff and the pretty blonde barmaid from the works's social club. Debbie admitted that he'd asked her out over 20 years before and had been tempted and despite me and him not getting on particularly well at work, I found myself agreeing to Debbie going out with him. knowing damn well where this would end up.
When she was seeing the paratrooper I asked her in bed one night if he was better in bed than me. Stupid question really, as at 51 I was twice his age. "Yes", my wife replied. "He's much better in bed than you" and I came invo1untari1y on her belly which I suppose proved her point. We never had sex again after that and we separated a year later. In a move I didn't see coming, she moved in with a neighbour two doors away after his wife had left him. She used to pop along to make sure he was okay and one night didn't come home.
That was 2012 and we divorced two years later, but it's all amicable and she's still with him and we're still friends. They've moved across town now so we're not on each other's doorsteps. The other neighbours probably wondered why I never went along there kicking off, wanting to fight him, but I'm not like that and wished then well.
Since our divorce though I've discovered a lot of things I didn't know before, mainly through chatting to people on Facebook. I tentatively added that ex-workmate and eventually plucked up the courage to chat to him about Debbie. Once he realised that I'd known all along about him fucking Debbie, he was happy to open up, boast even, that they'd fucked on and off for 2-3 years until he'd moved away. That came as a shock as I thought they'd only done it twice! Similarly, it had been him she'd gone away on holiday for a week with, not the paratrooper that she'd told me she was with, so maybe it was Mick that was better in bed than me.
Another Facebook contact, another ex-colleague I'd fallen out with many years before, also finally confessed to having fucked Debbie, "just the once" and at her instigation, two months before she went with the young guy I'd always thought was her first extra-marital encounter.
Another example of Debbie's growing secrecy in our last couple of years together is that she used to go and visit her friend in a nearby town once or twice a month and stay the weekend. This friend has since told me that Debbie only stayed there once or twice, all the other times she was at this friend's step-dad's flat being vigorously fucked.
I guess I'll never know why Debbie became so secretive when she knew I'd loved to have known she was getting so well fucked regularly. Maybe she grew feelings for one or more of these men or perhaps it was just more enjoyable doing it behind my back and not having to tell me when she came home. I've tried bringing the subject up with her a couple of times since, but she just clams up and won't talk about it.
Peter C
