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Like the fall of the Roman Empire or World War I, there is no single cause of a great event. Rather, a convergence of multiple factors creates a perfect storm. That pretty much explains why my wife, Joanne, cheated on me.
All systems were go. We were going through one of our lull periods. Jo always tuned in to my cycles, where I would be indifferent to sex for three weeks or so and then suddenly my libido would kick in and she would have to fuck me every night. For her, it was a weekly cycle, whereby she would jump my bones on a Thursday night after a sexless week.
To make matters worse, we had a big argument over money right before a dinner date with our friends whereupon I inadvertently corrected her during conversation. She was humiliated, she said, and refused to accept my apology.
All of that merely opened the door for someone with an agenda to come inside.
I have a hundred fifty students a year, and rarely is there more than a handful of repeats. The second time around I remember them by face and name, but I don’t necessarily recall whether I flunked them or not unless I look it up or they tell me.
Such was the case with a student named Josh. He wasn’t particularly noteworthy and the only reason he failed was because he blew off the final exam. When he repeated the course the following semester, he didn’t say a word about being allowed to make up the final and skip the escort gaziantep bayan numaraları rest of the work, which I might have gone for.
Instead, he ended up having “personal issues” and dropped out of sight until the day after the exam was scheduled. I didn’t even respond to his plaintiff e-mail and failed him a second time.
As it turned out, Josh dropped out of college, lost his job, and his girlfriend dumped him—all because he flunked my class. So, he plotted his revenge. He surmised that my Achilles heel was my beautiful, smart, sexy, forty-something spouse. He figured out a way to prime his target.
Joanne goes on Facebook daily, reviews products on Yelp, and buys and sells stuff on Virtual Yard Sale.
Josh finally got Joanne’s attention by commenting on her review of a restaurant. He wrote that her review was “evocative of the sensuality of food and its relationship to a woman’s erotic nature.”
The next day she friended Josh on Facebook and they were sexting by cell phone two days later.
“I feel dirty,” she texted him.
“Don’t,” he texted back. “All the girls my age do it.”
Three days later, my wife texted the young man: “Wouldn’t you rather have a girl your own age?”
Josh howled in laughter that she couldn’t hear as he replied: “U R a Mature I’d Love to Find.”
Jo’s escort gaziantep pornoları response was to disconnect, pull down her mom jeans, turn on her cell phone camera, and send Josh a picture of her plump, round ass. Then she texted him our address, which he already had looked up.
She greeted him at the door wearing suburban chic denims, a pink blouse, clean white sneakers, and her colorized blonde hair in a ponytail. She started to have second thoughts, but then I called on the landline, unknowingly interrupting their first kiss.
I helped my wife overcome her guilt by starting an argument over the phone. She was angry enough to enjoy her revenge by sucking the handsome young fellow’s long brown cock.
The e-mail missive he sent to me began with the words: “I don’t know if you remember me.” Indeed, I didn’t. “Josh who?” quickly became my nemesis.
First, I read his detailed description of everything he did with Joanne. She sucked him off first—he pointed out that she swallowed his semen—and then she let him go down on her before he put his strong young thing inside her mature blossom.
He told me she insisted he change condoms before switching from her cunt to her ass. He said they sat naked on our living room rug, eating chips and dip before a second round of fucking. This time she begged him to give it to her escort gaziantep portalı bareback.
Her wrinkled labia spit out his bubbly cream pie. She blew Josh again before telling him it was almost time for the kids to come home and he had to leave.
Second, I opened the attachments Josh sent, the first one being a picture of my wifey’s bum followed by discreet video shots of Joanne licking the man-child’s hard dick, spreading her swollen pussy lips, humping him like a cowgirl riding a bronco, and huffing and howling in orgasmic mania.
Several pix showed Jo-Jo looking dead-on at the camera. I was amazed at her simultaneous innocence and coquettishness, flirting like a whore for the camera while not suspected her lover would show the world what she was doing.
Lastly, Josh sent a follow-up e-mail in which he completed his cuckolding of me.
He typed: “I have known your spouse in every way. I smelled the stink between her legs, sniffed her ass, and tasted her shitty bum hole. I felt up her tits and made her squeal with delight when I sucked them and bit them. I played with her belly fat, saddle bags, and love handles. I smelled her sweaty arm pits and her foul breath after eating my sperm. She not only loved me fucking her old pussy, she kissed my ass and sucked my balls. I handled her dirty underwear and watched her pee. Best of all, I asked her if my cock was bigger than yours and she said, ‘Oh, gawd, yeah.'”
I replied, “You sure got your revenge. I will change your grade from an F to a C if you promise never to tell Joanne that you only seduced her to get even with me. I don’t want her heart broken.”
To my surprise, the guy agreed.
This was a creative use of sex and social media on his part to extract vengeance. I’m just lucky Josh wasn’t a gun nut.
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