Straight Female / 29
My husband is addicted to sports.
My husband attended college on a football scholarship but didn't make the cut for the pros. I was in my first year of grad school while he was in this 5th year Bachelor's program. We moved in together the summer after he graduated. He went to work as an assistant high school football coach, I worked full time attending classes at night and weekends. He knew I lost my virginity at 14 but was very selective who got into my pants. Our sex life was great; lots of passion and all types of sexual activities, which I really get into. After 2 years of coaching he went to another high school as a full time history teacher. After receiving my Master's I took a
position with a major company and began teaching night school Monday, Tuesday and Thursday nights. He took a job working the same nights at the same community college. I finally gave in to marry him with the following understandings: 1. We live on his lower salaries for 5 years banking mine. 2. I complete my Ph.d and no children for 5 years. Up until that time we split expenses down the middle, so all I knew about his finances was the bank he used.
My parents own "The Butcher Shop" which caters to our towns wealthiest communities and have been saving for my wedding my entire life. When they told me the budget for my wedding the wheels begin to turn in my head and asked if I choose a less formal ceremony could I use the remained for a down payment on a house and they agreed. After our honeymoon we went to the bank to put in for a loan and I learned my husbands credit was in the crapper; his dad had to co-sign for his car and he was already a month behind. We decided to use my credit and to build as opposed to buying a new home. Three weeks after our first anniversary we moved into our new home.
The project managers for our house was a good looing man in his early 30's whose father owned the construction company and were customers of my parents. As a teenager I worked with my parents on weekends (I can slice up a side of beef as good as any man), so I knew that family. Not until he became the supervisor of our home build did I realize he was so hot and that he watched my every move - a strong chemistry developed. Faithful to my husband, I dismissed any thoughts of anything happening between us. After we moved into our house I didn't expect to see him anymore. However, for the first year that pesky "Punch List" seemed to grow and grow. When I called to register an issues he would always call me back coming to check out the issue and arrange for them to be corrected.
I've heard so many men say, "after the honeymoon, my wife became frigid; refusing to engage in some of the same sexual activities before the ink dried on the marriage license." Before the first payment was made on our home my husband announced he would not be teaching part time the next semester as it was interfering with Monday and Thursday Night's Football games with his friends. I've gone from being his best friend and lover to his whore and coming in way down the list under: football, basketball, baseball, hockey, soccer, golf, poker, fishing, hunting, his family and then me. He teaches high school history 9 months a year, sleeps at night, we shop for groceries on Friday nights, we eat Sunday breakfast with my parents, church with his family, lunch with his family and I'm home to clean and prep for class and he is off with his buddies participating in some sports activity. I work 40 hours a week, teach 3 nights a week, prep for class Wednesday's and at night after class. I get up at 5am to clean house and work Saturday's at the butcher shop rather than sitting home alone. I am a widow to a sports addict! ! !
When it came time for the one year "Walk Through" with our builder to insure all "Punch List" issues had been resolved, it was me who took an afternoon off work because my husband was going to a soccer practice at the school where he teaches, Yes, he is not on the coaching staff but is butt-hole buddies with the coaches. At the end of the "Walk Through" the builder said, "None of my business, but this is the first house we have built for a couple where the wife has to take the lead; your husband is never present." A few weeks later while eating Sunday dinner with his family the house came up and my husband told them I had handled the last builder "Walk Through" and the final issues were being resolved that coming week...and I would be home for 2 days as he was going to the school's soccer games out of town." His brother said, "who are you really married too? Your wife or are you reliving your teens through students, who are not your students?" Wow, this was obvious to his brother, who was seriously reprimanded for his comment.
That following Thursday the builder was there most of the day supervising to insure even the smallest details were resolved to HIS satisfaction. He was in and out but with me the majority of the day. I prepared a lunch for the workers (us). The next morning he was there early; as my husband was walking out. My husband spouted off some sarcasm to him as he walked out and I lost it. I walked past the builder to the front porch unleashing years of pent up frustration with his selfish attitude. He looked at me really stunned and with a blank expression on his face; like he had no idea what I was talking about. When I walked back into the house the builder began to apologizing for the fact the all new homes have issues and that is why he was there; no builder is 100% perfect and new have to settle resulting is issues. For the first time, never having even considering the thought, I blurted out, "I'm going to divorce him. He's a sports addict and I'm his widow." I actually shocked my self. He looked at me and said, "I divorced my wife after 2 years. When we got married she closed her legs and used sex as bargaining chip."
I put a detective on my husband and if he's having an affair its with one of or all of his sports enthusiast buddies. However, at this point I don't care. For months the builder meets me for lunch, we meet for a drink after classes at night. I have the best sex of my life and have agreed to a live-in trial situation. He loves the fact that I'm liberated sexually. We have shared some of our sexual activities with others and love the openness. Last week I had just given my husband his morning blow job when the door bell rang; it was the builder there to check on another issue which...didn't exist. We were in the bed before my husband got to the freeway fucking like it was our first time - and watching porn on the TV.
My hubby gets head or pussy most every morning (no passion just getting his nut and to hell with me). He comes in from school eats and is out he door for some sports activity. He drags in late sometimes wanting sex, which I give. We shop on Friday's sharing one of 2 meals together for the week. Now he has a standing "T-Time" early Sunday Mornings and second time if there isn't a game to be watched. The builder fucks my pussy, my ass, my mouth, bubble fucks between my tits, eats me until I scream. He sucks my toes, my nose, my elbow and all in between. He eats me after he fucks me, lays his head on my inner thighs while shoving ice cubes in my pussy. He shaved me leaving an inverted "V" from the top of my pussy and my husband thinks I did it. I shave his hairy ass and balls then lick them until he screams. We lick jellies, jams and whipped creams off each other bodies and have incorporated water sports into your play. He's poured wine into my pussy and I have poured it into his ass.
My husband is so eaten up by himself he has no idea the majority of my clothes are gone from our closet. The china is gone for the Buffet because he never goes into the dinning room. Even some of the pots, pans, dishes and silverware are gone from the house. If it isn't sports related he has no concept of its existence. He grabs his dick when he wants it serviced or grabs my crotch. More than one time I have been giving him head while he is texting his buddies about a game or some sports statistics.
The house is in my name so I close on it Thursday morning without my husbands knowledge; the builders buying it. Thursday afternoon I take my name off all banking transferring my half the money to a private account and removing his name from my AX, other credit cards. Friday morning a group of 12 people will remove my furniture leaving him with a bedroom, family room, 2 TV's, a breakfast table/chairs, his sports room, and a washer and dryer. Friday when he comes in from school there will be a deputy here to serve divorce papers and a 30 day notice to vacate the property.
I took today off and am sitting here naked with a wet pussy knowing as soon as my lover gets here he will lay me on my back and shove two finger in my sloppy pussy massaging my G-spot. Then he'll put me doggy on the edge of the bed standing n the floor and fucking my ass and my pussy with his hands criss-crossed on my shoulders talking dirty. Then, he will grab me by the hair on each sides of my head, pulling up and back for leverage, and piston fucks me with his beer can thick dick until I get off. That's when I flip over and suck him so he can white wash my tonsils. We'll take 10 and then do it again!
After Friday morning the next time my husband wants some head he can find a glory-hole, ask one of his sports buddies for a helping hand or buy him some pussy for his famous "wam bam" and not even a "thank ya mam". I guarantee you this fact: even his hard cock will never take priority over a sports activity.
My husband attended college on a football scholarship but didn't make the cut for the pros. I was in my first year of grad school while he was in this 5th year Bachelor's program. We moved in together the summer after he graduated. He went to work as an assistant high school football coach, I worked full time attending classes at night and weekends. He knew I lost my virginity at 14 but was very selective who got into my pants. Our sex life was great; lots of passion and all types of sexual activities, which I really get into. After 2 years of coaching he went to another high school as a full time history teacher. After receiving my Master's I took a
position with a major company and began teaching night school Monday, Tuesday and Thursday nights. He took a job working the same nights at the same community college. I finally gave in to marry him with the following understandings: 1. We live on his lower salaries for 5 years banking mine. 2. I complete my Ph.d and no children for 5 years. Up until that time we split expenses down the middle, so all I knew about his finances was the bank he used.
My parents own "The Butcher Shop" which caters to our towns wealthiest communities and have been saving for my wedding my entire life. When they told me the budget for my wedding the wheels begin to turn in my head and asked if I choose a less formal ceremony could I use the remained for a down payment on a house and they agreed. After our honeymoon we went to the bank to put in for a loan and I learned my husbands credit was in the crapper; his dad had to co-sign for his car and he was already a month behind. We decided to use my credit and to build as opposed to buying a new home. Three weeks after our first anniversary we moved into our new home.
The project managers for our house was a good looing man in his early 30's whose father owned the construction company and were customers of my parents. As a teenager I worked with my parents on weekends (I can slice up a side of beef as good as any man), so I knew that family. Not until he became the supervisor of our home build did I realize he was so hot and that he watched my every move - a strong chemistry developed. Faithful to my husband, I dismissed any thoughts of anything happening between us. After we moved into our house I didn't expect to see him anymore. However, for the first year that pesky "Punch List" seemed to grow and grow. When I called to register an issues he would always call me back coming to check out the issue and arrange for them to be corrected.
I've heard so many men say, "after the honeymoon, my wife became frigid; refusing to engage in some of the same sexual activities before the ink dried on the marriage license." Before the first payment was made on our home my husband announced he would not be teaching part time the next semester as it was interfering with Monday and Thursday Night's Football games with his friends. I've gone from being his best friend and lover to his whore and coming in way down the list under: football, basketball, baseball, hockey, soccer, golf, poker, fishing, hunting, his family and then me. He teaches high school history 9 months a year, sleeps at night, we shop for groceries on Friday nights, we eat Sunday breakfast with my parents, church with his family, lunch with his family and I'm home to clean and prep for class and he is off with his buddies participating in some sports activity. I work 40 hours a week, teach 3 nights a week, prep for class Wednesday's and at night after class. I get up at 5am to clean house and work Saturday's at the butcher shop rather than sitting home alone. I am a widow to a sports addict! ! !
When it came time for the one year "Walk Through" with our builder to insure all "Punch List" issues had been resolved, it was me who took an afternoon off work because my husband was going to a soccer practice at the school where he teaches, Yes, he is not on the coaching staff but is butt-hole buddies with the coaches. At the end of the "Walk Through" the builder said, "None of my business, but this is the first house we have built for a couple where the wife has to take the lead; your husband is never present." A few weeks later while eating Sunday dinner with his family the house came up and my husband told them I had handled the last builder "Walk Through" and the final issues were being resolved that coming week...and I would be home for 2 days as he was going to the school's soccer games out of town." His brother said, "who are you really married too? Your wife or are you reliving your teens through students, who are not your students?" Wow, this was obvious to his brother, who was seriously reprimanded for his comment.
That following Thursday the builder was there most of the day supervising to insure even the smallest details were resolved to HIS satisfaction. He was in and out but with me the majority of the day. I prepared a lunch for the workers (us). The next morning he was there early; as my husband was walking out. My husband spouted off some sarcasm to him as he walked out and I lost it. I walked past the builder to the front porch unleashing years of pent up frustration with his selfish attitude. He looked at me really stunned and with a blank expression on his face; like he had no idea what I was talking about. When I walked back into the house the builder began to apologizing for the fact the all new homes have issues and that is why he was there; no builder is 100% perfect and new have to settle resulting is issues. For the first time, never having even considering the thought, I blurted out, "I'm going to divorce him. He's a sports addict and I'm his widow." I actually shocked my self. He looked at me and said, "I divorced my wife after 2 years. When we got married she closed her legs and used sex as bargaining chip."
I put a detective on my husband and if he's having an affair its with one of or all of his sports enthusiast buddies. However, at this point I don't care. For months the builder meets me for lunch, we meet for a drink after classes at night. I have the best sex of my life and have agreed to a live-in trial situation. He loves the fact that I'm liberated sexually. We have shared some of our sexual activities with others and love the openness. Last week I had just given my husband his morning blow job when the door bell rang; it was the builder there to check on another issue which...didn't exist. We were in the bed before my husband got to the freeway fucking like it was our first time - and watching porn on the TV.
My hubby gets head or pussy most every morning (no passion just getting his nut and to hell with me). He comes in from school eats and is out he door for some sports activity. He drags in late sometimes wanting sex, which I give. We shop on Friday's sharing one of 2 meals together for the week. Now he has a standing "T-Time" early Sunday Mornings and second time if there isn't a game to be watched. The builder fucks my pussy, my ass, my mouth, bubble fucks between my tits, eats me until I scream. He sucks my toes, my nose, my elbow and all in between. He eats me after he fucks me, lays his head on my inner thighs while shoving ice cubes in my pussy. He shaved me leaving an inverted "V" from the top of my pussy and my husband thinks I did it. I shave his hairy ass and balls then lick them until he screams. We lick jellies, jams and whipped creams off each other bodies and have incorporated water sports into your play. He's poured wine into my pussy and I have poured it into his ass.
My husband is so eaten up by himself he has no idea the majority of my clothes are gone from our closet. The china is gone for the Buffet because he never goes into the dinning room. Even some of the pots, pans, dishes and silverware are gone from the house. If it isn't sports related he has no concept of its existence. He grabs his dick when he wants it serviced or grabs my crotch. More than one time I have been giving him head while he is texting his buddies about a game or some sports statistics.
The house is in my name so I close on it Thursday morning without my husbands knowledge; the builders buying it. Thursday afternoon I take my name off all banking transferring my half the money to a private account and removing his name from my AX, other credit cards. Friday morning a group of 12 people will remove my furniture leaving him with a bedroom, family room, 2 TV's, a breakfast table/chairs, his sports room, and a washer and dryer. Friday when he comes in from school there will be a deputy here to serve divorce papers and a 30 day notice to vacate the property.
I took today off and am sitting here naked with a wet pussy knowing as soon as my lover gets here he will lay me on my back and shove two finger in my sloppy pussy massaging my G-spot. Then he'll put me doggy on the edge of the bed standing n the floor and fucking my ass and my pussy with his hands criss-crossed on my shoulders talking dirty. Then, he will grab me by the hair on each sides of my head, pulling up and back for leverage, and piston fucks me with his beer can thick dick until I get off. That's when I flip over and suck him so he can white wash my tonsils. We'll take 10 and then do it again!
After Friday morning the next time my husband wants some head he can find a glory-hole, ask one of his sports buddies for a helping hand or buy him some pussy for his famous "wam bam" and not even a "thank ya mam". I guarantee you this fact: even his hard cock will never take priority over a sports activity.
