When I married kelly she knew I was bisexual and had not long before we'd met, only just finished an on off relationship with a guy. We were both 28 at the time and as far as I knew, both madly in love.

Unfortunately Kelly couldn't have kids, but it didn't stop our relationship and our marriage flourishing and we soon moved home to another city. Five years into our marriage, I came home from work on a cold dark night, to find a letter propped up on the kitchen table. It basically said "I've left you for another man. We'll be moving back to my home town, don't follow me as our marriage is over". I was heart broken. There was no sign of kelly leaving, no arguments, no sexual problems as far as I knew and I simply couldn't understand why.

Eighteen months later, just as the final divorce papers were coming through. I met a guy in a gay bar back in the city where me and Kelly met. I'd moved back, not for her, as she lived out of town, but for a new business I'd set up. He was someone who just simply couldn't get enough of me fucking him (I'm a versatile top). For about five months I'd meet up with him at least one or two times a week. We'd book a motel, then fuck the whole afternoon long. On one of those afternoons as I was slowly fucking him in the missionary position, he told me he loved me.

Then two weeks ago just before my birthday he invited me over to his place. I genuinely didn't know he was with someone, but it was obvious when I drove upto their front drive. Two cars and the house looked like a woman lived there. Knocking nervously on the door, he answered and immediately began to explain as he invited me in. He told me his fiancee had left town on business, and that he was using this time to tell me he was leaving her. We talked for about an hour about how, where, why and what happens from that point onwards. As our conversation quietened he stood up, stripped naked in front of me and asked if I wanted to fuck him there and then.

In their front room after face fucking him, I had him knelt over the arm of their couch as I pounded his ass bareback. That's when his fiancee walked in. That's when my ex wife stared at me fucking her fiancee. That's when Kelly screamed like a banshee. The tears she cried as she told him how much she loved him and that she would forgive him, if only he'd promise not to cheat on her again. Non of that mattered as her fiance got into my car and non of it mattered later that night, as I drove my cock harder than I'd ever done to him deep inside his asshole, in what has become our bed.

Life can be a bitch, but sometimes it's the bitch who sometimes gets what she deserved.