About a month ago, a good friend of mine (who is a firefighter at the same house but on a different shift than me) called me up to tell me he just saw my wife, Laura, dancing at a strip club two towns over. I couldn't believe it at first but I began to realize that this explained her odd hours, her large cash deposits, her new found appreciation for hip hop.

I had to see it for my self. I drove to the club where my friend had seen her and I paid the $9 cover charge just to find my wife walking around in that saucy little getup I bought her a few anniversaries ago. I hid in the corner booth and watched as she went to the private dance area followed by a husky older guy. I quickly grabbed another stripper and solicited a $20 dance from her. I requested the seat next to where my unknowing wife was dancing and I sat down. The song started and the girl began to grind and strip. I was more focused on what my wife was doing. As the song came to an end, my wife finished her dance and stepped to the side to put her thong back on and that's when she saw me.

She gasped and covered her face in hopes I had not yet seen her but she knew I had. I just looked at her. Disgust, anger, dissapointed ran through me. As her client walked away, he slipped her a bill and said "best damn blowjob I've ever had, honey" and slapped her ass. I lost my shit and just hit him over and over. She tried to get me off him but I'm a well built 220 lbs of muscle. It took five bouncers to get me out of the damn bar.

Enraged, I drove home, straight to my liquor cabinet, grabbed my single malt scotch and began hitting the bottle. I drank, I cried, I yelled, I put my fist through a wall. Country music in the background. Typical heart break guy things.

I woke up the next morning on the floor of the dining room. Cold and alone. Her car was not in the drive way so she hadn't come home. I couldn't wrap my head around why she'd do this. Couldn't have been money. I make a cool 80K a year. Was she bored? Was she unsatisfied? I was driving myself crazy.

A few days has gone by and not a single sign of her. I caught myself worrying a few times but then reminded myself of what she'd done and I'd go back to anger.

I decided it was time to move on. A friend came and helped me box up her clothes, jewelry and other personal items. Her name is Lacey and she's known Laura since college. She became my friend too. She also couldn't believe what Laura had been doing. With all the emotional stress of packing up my wife's belongings, I became depressed and took comfort with Lacey. She was a good shoulder to cry on.

Lacey stopped by every evening for the next few days with a casserole or some soup. Still no sign of Laura. One evening, I was just getting out of the shower when Lacey had used the key I gave her. I didn't know she was there and came out with nothing on but my watch. She wasn't expecting to see that either. I covered my self and apologized but dinner that night was quiet and awkward.

The next night, she brought a red box rental and we sat on the couch, eating popcorn and drinking soda. I ordered a pizza and for a minute there, I forgot about my soon to be ex wife and realized I'm falling for her best friend. I'm pretty sure she was falling for me too.

That evening, Lacey and I had sex. Pizza was delivered, wine was had in excess and one thing led to another... Before I knew it, we were kissing on the couch.

Her massive breasts asking to be let out, I undressed her slowly. Her soft, pale skin with red nipples and a small patch of red bush were so foreign to me. I hadn't slept with another woman since I married Laura five years ago. Laura is thick and blonde but Lacey was fit and thin. She worked out, did yoga, ate right and had a nice big button too.

I got on the floor and opened Lacey's legs. I used my tongue and fingers to work her clit. Gently at first but increasing the intensity as I went along. I see her hips moving and her and quivering. Her chest all red and rapid breathing. My finger parted her lips and slowly wedged inside. Finding that sweet spot just upward in her pussy. I rubbed it vigorously until she exclaimed she had to pee. In the past, I found that when I do thi, girls tend to want to pee before the waterworks and this time was no different. She came violently. Squirting clear pussy juice all over my arm, hand and face. It took her a few minutes to compose herself afterward but she was inclined to return the favor.

I stood up as she got on her knees and pulled my pajama pants down. She began stroking my already hard dick back and forth over and over again. The first time get lips touched my head was like heaven. She used her tongue in a circular motion around the head and used this sucking technique at the same time. I almost blew my was so I had her stop. I took a few minutes to catch my breath and my libido.

She layed back on the couch opened her legs and I slid in like butter. She was still sensitive from the eating I gave her and I was on the verge of cumming from that bj. We stayed in that position for few minutes, then she bent over the arm rest of the couch and I loved watching her but jiggle and her butthole play peek-a-boo every time I thrusted. The sex didn't last long after that. I came what must have been gallons of cum into her sore pussy. It all must have lasted a good fifteen to twenty minutes, tops. But it was great none the less. She spent the night that evening for the first time ever. We fell asleep spooning on the livingroom floor. I remember how her redish hair smelled like herbal essences and her skin was so soft.

The next morning, I woke up to a painful kick to the ribs. Laura had come back to find me tangled up with her (now) ex bff. She was furious. Going on about how bad she felt and how she took time away to gather her thoughts. How she wanted to make things right.

Before Lacey and Laura can hurt each other, I tell Laura that I have no interest in working things out. I confessed that while packing her things up, I found love letters stashed away behind her drawer to and from her old boss. I found she had been on the pill but always insisted I wear condoms and the worst of all; after going through her laptop, I found her cam account where she'd do naked web can shows for money and even had sex with a few men on our bed.

I handed her the divorce papers right there. I was even nice enough to volunteer loading her boxes into her car. "I don't want those here. I have to make room for Lacey's things" I said, firmly. Lacey was caught off guard but she agreed. Exclaiming that she'd take better care than Laura ever did.

Laura, in a fit of rage, threw a few things, yelled and made a scene. Neighbors came outside with concern. I'm assuming,it was one of my neighbors that called the cops because they showed up shortly after. Turns out, I know the arresting officer from work. She later told me that Laura was involved in a child prostitution situation. One of the dancers she recruited for the club she danced at was under age and Laura had encouraged her to have sex with clients for money. I had no idea but she will be spending the next 6 to 10 years in prison.

Lacey moved in that week. We're planning on buying another house and selling this one. Kinda start over fresh. We both have been through a lot the passed few weeks but we're trying to take it slow. Here's to new beginnings