My cheating wife

Sexless marriage request, suspicious behavior, Ancestry DNA and obsession with youth lead to divorce and creation of a Sugar Zaddy.

I was 50 and my wife Marilyn was 48 when we began going to marriage counseling together. It started because Marilyn complained that the heart medicine she takes twice a day was destroying her libido, and she wanted a sexless marriage. After several sessions in which Marilyn rejected divorce, polyamory, masturbation, and prostitution as solution to the issue she raised, she started driving three cities away each weekend to visit her adult daughter. She would be gone overnight, or sometimes only four or five hours. Returning from every visit, she would rush into the house straight to the bathroom, take off her panties, and run them through the washing machine. When I asked what was going on, she claimed she was experiencing urinary incontinence.

Our marriage counseling was at a dead end. After three more months of this repeated behavior, I noticed that when the two of us were out together, even for hours at a time, the “urinary incontinence” problem never occurred. I became suspicious, and decided to pay attention to what color panties she wore when she went out to “visit her daughter.” After that, I would go to the washer as soon as it began to fill, collect the panties she had worn, and throw in a matching pair from her dresser drawer for her to toss in the dryer when the wash cycle completed. After three months of this, I had collected nine samples of sticky stuff from the hastily removed underwear, and I sent them off to Ancestry DNA for analysis.

When the results came to my office, my suspicions were confirmed. I knew from neighborhood conversations that the Ancestry DNA service was a popular way for people to research their unknown backgrounds, and it turned out Ancestry DNA had identified three different neighbor men whose semen was inside the panties my wife thought she was laundering as soon as she got home from her solo weekends away.

Once I knew who Marilyn was fucking, it was easy to pay attention to social conversations in the neighborhood, and find out whether the young wives of any of these three young men were suspicious of their husbands. Once I discovered that all three wives harbored doubts regarding their husbands’ fidelity, I put my plan into action.

I began with 20 year old Julie, wife of 22 year old Justin, the couple living nearest to us, only a few blocks away. I had met and become acquainted with Julie when we met occasionally in the waiting room of our marriage counselor’s office. I overheard her gossiping with anther neighbor regarding her suspicions about her husband not being very adventurous in bed, and possibly preferring older women as partners as a result. When the other neighbor left the local pub, I went over to her table and said hello.” I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation,” I said conspiratorially. “I have some information in this envelope from Ancestry DNA that might interest you.
She immediately opened the envelope and saw the information about her husband Justin’s DNA in Marilyn’s panties. “I’m going to get a divorce!” she whispered. “How can I catch them without involving you?” I smiled. “I put a tracker on my wife’s car. She picks your husband up and they go to different motels. If you hire an investigator, I can give you the location next time, and the investigator can catch them in the act. I’ll even split the cost of the investigator’s report and photos.” She smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and left the pub.

Next time I used my drone to watch Marilyn pick up Justin from their house while Julie was at work, I immediately turned on the tracker on Marilyn’s car, tracking the pair to a motel a few miles away. I called Julie’s cell phone and gave her the location. Using contacts within the motel staff, within two weeks the investigator was able to send us a report with photos of Justin fucking Marilyn, and Julie filed for divorce. She got the house in the property settlement. Next time I saw her in the neighborhood after the divorce was final, she quietly told me, “If my ex husband fucked your wife, you should be able to fuck me!” and we went to her house and started an intense sexual relationship. One down, two to go.

I was walking home from Julie’s house one weekend afternoon when 35 year old Janie, who was a teacher at the local elementary school, saw me. We were acquainted since I coached a little league team that had several of her students on it. “David,” she implored, “Julie told me how you helped her get divorced. I suspect my husband Jason has been fucking your wife. Would you help me, also?” I smiled and told her I already had her husband’s DNA from my wife’s panties, and I would gladly help. “I think he drives to meet her at a different motel, when he tells me he has to cover a Saturday night shift at work,” she divulged. I offered the same deal to split the cost of a different investigator, and track Marilyn to the assignation.

A few weeks later we had the investigator’s report and photos, and Janie was able to quickly arrange an agreed divorce from her husband, who gave her the house in exchange for not revealing in open court all the evidence she accumulated against him. Janie phoned me to come over to her house and get a copy of her final divorce decree. When I arrived, she told me, “Julie explained how she thanked you for your help, getting title to her house in her divorce. Now that I’m free of my cheating bastard husband, I want you to fill my pussy with your baby batter, and then give me the one thing Justin never would – fuck me up the ass!”

I could never refuse such an invitation, so as Janie was pulling down her sweatpants, I put my mouth on her exposed cunt and began licking her clit. As soon as she squirted on my face, I plunged my erection deep into her vagina and began fucking her as hard as I could. “David,” she moaned, “Your tongue is golden and your cock is like a ramrod! Fill my cunt with your seed, then let me clean your penis with my mouth before you put it up my bottom.” I willingly obliged her, pumping a huge load of warm cum against her cervix, before she wrapped her mouth and tongue around my dick, liking it clean, getting me hard again, then using both hands to smear lube all over it.

She rose upon her knees, facing away from me, her head and shoulders on her pillows. She reached back with both hands, spreading her glutes apart to provide open access to her anal fissure. I slowly pushed my erection inside her virgin ass hole, and she moaned with pain and pleasure as it slid inside her. “Fuck, yes, Zaddy!” she exclaimed with a mixture of tears and joy as I fulfilled her wish. “You have opened an entire new world of sexual experiences for me!” I reached around her torso, fondling her breasts and tweaking her nipples until her second orgasm, when I filled her rectum with another load of jism.

When mu penis softened, I pulled it out of her bottom, and she whispered, “Zaddy, I want to lick my own scat off your cock.” After she cleaned me up, I returned home. Two down, one to go.

Three days later I was at the grocery store, picking up just a few items from the bakery section. As usual, I checked out in the “Express. 12 items or less” lane, where 25 year old Jody was the on duty register clerk. “Nice to see you again, David,” she sad as her end of shift replacement stood behind her, waiting to put her password in the computer as she took over. Jody put the last few items in my small cart, and asked, “Since my shift is ending, can I help you load these into your car in the parking lot?” Such an offer of assistance wasn’t unusual at this particular market, so I just said, “Sure.”

Once we were out in the lot and had loaded the car, Jody softly said, “Janie told me how you helped, her, David. I really suspect my husband Joseph has been fucking your wife. Can you help me as well?” I politely responded, “The information I already have from Ancestry DNA identifies Joseph as one of the men leaving semen in Marilyn’s panties. Of course I would be glad to help.” Jody’s customary customer service smile brightened considerably. “If I get divorced and keep the house, my cunt, ass and mouth will be yours forever, Zaddy!” she gushed conspiratorially.

With a promising cadre of three recent divorcee lovers, two of them already calling me Zaddy, I hatched the perfect plan for taking over my soon to be ex wife’s 50% share of her family’s investment business. Her shares are worth half a million dollars. Right after I finally filed for my divorce from her, I arranged for Janie, Jody and Julie each to sue Marilyn for alienation of affection damages for adulterously fucking their husbands and destroying their marriages. Each gal was awarded $165,000.00 in actual and punitive damages, reducing ex wife’s share of the business to nearly nothing, and enabling each gal to pay off her mortgage, owning her former marital house free and clear.

All three sold their homes, and moved in with me. My wife ended up in a shelter for homeless divorced women, and none of her former lovers was interested in her any longer. Janie, Jody and Julie each banked the over half a million bucks from selling their homes, and they all began calling me “Sugar Zaddy” whenever we would fuck. I get Janie Monday and Thursday nights, Jody Tuesday and Friday nights, and Julie Wednesday and Saturday nights. Sunday is a free for all with them, and whatever other gals or guys they want to bring home. None of us are exclusive. But, that’s another story.