She Left But She Came Back To Me

When my wife walked out two years ago, it felt as if my life was over. She left me for a 26-year-old ski instructor she'd met on our trip to Switzerland.

I read Reddit, Chump Lady, "Leave a Cheater, Gain a Life", everything I could get my hands on. The advice was all the same: divorce, and don't even talk to her about it.

I couldn't do that to a woman I'd loved for 20 years.

I went through the motions of living until I could get through a whole day without thinking of her.

Then, I came home from work one Friday evening and found her on my doorstep, sobbing.

The first time we made love again, we were both scared. She, that I had already found another woman and I, that she still wanted the ski instructor. I, that she had forgotten how to relax and take my nine thick inches (my only advantage over my Swiss ski bum rival), she, that I had forgotten how to penetrate her patiently and gently, the way a petite pussy needs.

Our mutual thrusts were tentative at first. I was trying not to hurt her and she was trying to accommodate my length and girth after a year of being with a small-dicked guy who spent more time on the slopes than inside her.

We had kept our eyes closed but as I bottomed out in her pussy, touching her cervix, her eyes opened, and mine. I couldn't help but kiss her.

"I never stopped loving you. There were no other women, I promise."

"I still love you. I am sorry for what I did. He is out of my life, don't worry."

Those words opened the floodgates for me and I fucked my wife. I fucked her for flirting with the ski instructor. I fucked her for running off with him. I fucked her for ignoring all my messages.

I fucked her hard. I fucked her relentlessly. The more she moaned and cried out, the harder I pounded her pussy.

Needless to say, I was on the brink of orgasm. I thought of asking her where she wanted me to cum, but I realized what she needed now was direction from a real man, not some 26-year-old who was flattered by an older woman's attention and was just out for fun.

I came inside her. She knew what was happening. She knew what I'd decided. At 40 there was a chance she could still get pregnant. I needed her to have my baby to confirm her loyalty. No ski instructor was going to be interested in a middle-aged mother, her pussy stretched out from the birth and all her energies consumed by the care of her baby.

We cuddled for a few minutes before I took her again. That weekend I planted seven loads of potent seed in her eager pussy.

Nine months later, to the day, we became parents. My hopes were confirmed, that caring for a baby would refocus her energies on what matters in life. She became the perfect mother to our son. So I offered to renew our vows. We arranged a sitter for the baby and flew to Hawaii, where we had had our wedding.

The moral of my story is simple. If your wife runs off with a younger man, it's only a fling. Let her have her fun. Bide your time. Live well, but tune out the short-signed advice to divorce immediately. Your wife's young lover will soon tire of her, and she will come back to you, grateful for what she had. If you have a nine-inch pussy pleaser, that doesn't hurt, either!