Introduction 10/23/07

My husband and I met 12 years ago. He was 42 and I was 25. He was shorter than average, nearly completely gray, balding and slightly overweight. He represented me in a law suit against my boss (a rather sleazy personal injury attorney) for sexual harassment. The day we settled, he asked me to dinner. He messengered a Chanel dress with matching shoes and hand bag to my apartment.

After a few weeks of dating and many expensive gifts, I decided it was time to let him make love to me. He took me back to his house in the finest part of our city. He nearly pulled my arm out of the socket leading me his bedroom. I fully expected to see a tent in his suit pants, but there was nothing. I figured I'd give him a thrill by stripping in front of him, which he watched with the eagerness of a teen about to lose his virginity. He laid me on the bed without undressing himself and kissed me gently, yet passionately. He told me that he loved me as he worked his way down to my nipples, kissing and sucking them. He went down on me and brought me to one explosive orgasm after another. I was in complete ecstasy and begged him to take me, completely forgetting that I was not attracted to him. While still kneeling on the floor, he removed his suit and slipped on a condom. He moved between my legs, pumped a few times and came. I never felt it.

He quickly ran to the bathroom to flush the condom. He came out in his pajama bottoms. I laid on the bed completely stunned by what had just happened. He apologized and handed me his pj top to wear.

I never saw my apartment again. The next morning, he sent two men to retrieve the few valuables that I owned and they left the rest. The following weekend, we flew to Vegas (first class, of course), and got married. On our wedding night, he pleasured me orally and fucked me for all of 30 seconds. I saw his penis for the first time that night and was completely repulsed by it. It was uncircumcised and tiny. He apologized for his inadequacies and promised me I'd never be an unsatisfied wife.

We flew home after the weekend, because he had to work. Within the week, I had my first visit with a plastic surgeon, by his suggestion. I went from a small B cup to a full double D. Soon after, I had my nose narrowed, my teeth whitened and braces put on. He turned the pool house in to a gym, that he "suggested" I use every morning. In no time, I went from a size 10 to a 6.

It was six months before I'd met anyone he knew, including his two sons from his first marriage. I was lonely. When he was home, he did his best to entertain me but he worked nearly 80 hours each week. We took long weekends away a couple of times but it wasn't enough. He must have also sensed my sexual frustration because a vibrator appeared in my lingerie drawer one day about two months in to our marriage. I was enraged. Mostly because I was still naive about female masturbation. He kissed me, apologized for presuming I'd want it and asked me to hold on to it anyway.

One night when he was away on business, I was watching a movie on HBO with a very graphic love scene. I longed for the time when I had an active sex life and started to feel very achy and horny. I remembered the vibrator and thought I'd give it a try. I came hard within a minute. I laughed softly to myself for being so angry.

One afternoon, my husband came home early carrying a dress box. He told him to go get ready for a party. After showering, doing my hair, applying my make up, and putting on the dress (that had an neckline nearly down to my bellybutton), we left. At the party he introduced me to other attorneys, politicians, surgeons and other men of wealth. Their wives were all older than me, many were frumpy looking in their expensive dresses and all of them looked at me with open disgust. My husband told me they were jealous and to pay them no mind. The men were friendly, eager to shake my hand and kiss my cheek. My husband beamed with pride and I realized what I was. A trophy wife. I was good with that.

Now after 12 years of marriage, my husband is 64 and I am 38. Publicly, we are the perfect couple. I am kind to his friends and colleagues and a good host. We play tennis and golf together. We attend many fund raisers and parties. He only works 50 to 60 hours each week now, so we have more time.

Privately, my husband is chaste. He hasn't fucked me in 11 years and only cums when I masturbate him which isn't very often. I have fucked more than 25 other men and women and am completely addicted to sex. My husband is completely aware of my infidelities, because I flaunt them in front of him. I strut my naked body in front of him because I know it makes him want me. I'm no longer a size 6, but my tits look as good as the day he bought them.

When I'm not hosting a party, at a fund raiser, at the club or shopping, I'm fucking one of my neighbors or one of their wives. When I'm not doing that, I'm watching porn and playing with my toys.

I've been wanting to go public with our lifestyle for quite some time, but that is impossible because of his job and our standing in our community. We are very discreet, so please don't ask to meet us, for pictures, for our city or our real names. I won't give them.

I created this blog to talk other women who cuckold their husbands, women who fuck other women, big cocked men who like to fuck married women, little dicked losers who need teasing with no release.