I deserve to be beaten for what I’ve done. I’ve fucked everything up. All is gone. My husband has left me. It’s over. I have this overwhelming urge to call up James and just tell him to take me away from this. Shoot me up again and make me forget. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve ruined everything. It’s all my fault.
Email to my cheating husband
We just got the invitation to Fall Jubilee at the country club. They had it hand-delivered to the house. Your white supremacist guard dog answered the door and accepted it.
We’re supposed to RSVP by Oct 1st. Should I RSVP for us?
We could go together as the perfect loving California couple everyone thinks we are. Because we’re one of the beautiful people, right? Like your self-entitled bitch mother always likes to say. I can go without any panties, and you can go wearing your pretty pink ones with your little dick locked up. No wait… we did that last year, didn’t we?
I can go as your pretty blonde trophy wife with the nice bubble ass and the big tits. You know, the one you’re so proud to take and show off everywhere.
All the men at the event can look at you with envy for all the hot sweet pussy and endless afternoon blow-jobs they think you’re getting at home that you’re not. And all the women at the party can secretly lust for the handsome stud in the tux with the big swinging dick he must have that you don’t.
And you can wonder how many men at the party have already fucked your wife. I wonder if the guy that I blew a few months ago in the sauna will be there?
Or did you want to take the greasy fat chick instead? I’m sure she’d look great on your arm. Everyone would look at you like, “Wow, what a stud.”
Does the bitch clean up that good you think? Maybe. Make-up and soft lighting can do wonders. Except she’d have to wear flats instead of heels because of, you know, that gravity thing. She can charmingly entertain everyone with her in-depth knowledge of world affairs and fat-girl cackle between sloppy bites of cake.
Or maybe we should both go, you with Emily, and I can take one of my black bulls? I’ve got the perfect dress to wear. The backless scarlet one with the slit on the right side that you said makes my nipples pop. You know, the ones you never get to suck on.
Remember that dress? It’s the one I wore to your office Christmas party three years ago that shows just the perfect amount of a butt crack cleavage. Black guys love that shit! I’d want to get your advice on the right shoes, though. Regular heels, you think? Or should I wear a pair that shows off my pretty whore toes?
Or maybe I should take two of my bulls, one on each arm? Can you imagine the storm of whispers that would cause, the women biting their lips, wondering what their cocks look like, while squeezing their legs together under the table, and all the men wishing they could watch the fuck fest.
Do you think anyone there would be wondering and fantasizing what you and Emily look like naked in bed together?
Do you think you’re ready for your cuckold coming out party? It can’t be a big secret forever!
The invitation says they’re gonna have a video thing at the end that guests can contribute snippets to. It’s supposed to be mostly about golf and tennis and club stuff, but maybe this year we can expand that to certain PussyBoy activities.
What do you think, sweetie?
Email to my husband
Well I guess now I know why you haven’t been answering my emails. I know you must be getting them on your phone.
I just found out your little secret. It really hurts me that you took her with you. Especially after you said you were supposedly driving up there alone “to think.”
Honestly, I’m surprised the grubby opportunistic bitch fit in your car. Or are you towing a trailer?
I’m really upset with you right now. And with myself.
I love you, I want you, and I’m prepared to do whatever I can to win your trust back. But it really hurts me that you’d rather be with her than with me, and that you’ve left me here all alone.
If you don’t want to be with me anymore, the least you can do is be a man and tell me rather than drag this out.
Email to my husband
I’m having a really bad day today. Can you please come home? I need you. I’m sorry I’ve fucked everything up. Please forgive me.
Q:If your husband wasn't the man he is. If he was the pathetic cuckold you always make him out to be, like all of these other pathetic cucks on tumblr. He would have accepted James' 3 mo "offer" and you would be a junky right now. You probably wouldn't have come back from that three months, you would probably be getting turned out for your habit. I hope you think about that and realize how he has protected you from yourself. Saved you from yourself.
I know that now. I feel like my husband did save me. But now I don’t think he wants me anymore. At least that’s how I feel.
Q:What if Dana's family is OK with it? What if it's only your husband that isn't? Wouldn't that cause him to reconsider?
Today, I’m not really giving a shit about Dana and what happens to her. Fuck her and her trust funds. And her lily white perfect family. Fuck them all.
Q:People today have become so selfish, self-absorbed, self-involved, et al that the people, things, and relationships we have eventually become watered down and eroded. There are events that happen in life for a reason and we can choose to either accept them for face value or ignore and deny then and continue on because WE feel good. A clear reset button to stop and get matters and love back in proper order and priorities in our lives at these times should not be overlooked. Make the right choice.
I’m trying. It’s not easy. I’m basically a spoiled trophy wife who has everything and nothing at the same time. My life is just shit right now.
Q:So many parts of this story I still love to know: 1. What happened to Linda and James and what did she tell you about him? 2. Why do you think that your issues with your husband are "mostly fixed" if you haven't spoken with him in over a week? 3. Why did your husband drive all the way to sea ranch (pretty far to the Sonoma coast) when Santa Barbara is so much closer?
Her name is Lizzy, not Linda. She was with him for a long time, and then suddenly she was gone. We texted; she left on her own and is at a place getting clean. She tried to warn me about the drugs, and that James would get me hooked on them. And that he had really hurt her before, physically.
My issues with my husband are not fixed, far from it. I just wanted James to think that so he’d leave me alone. I’ve been emailing my husband every now and then, but he isn’t responding, except for what I’ve posted.
My husband has a friend who owns a vacation house up there on the coast, in Sea Ranch, that he must have borrowed. We’ve been up there together before. It is a really long way; it takes forever to get there. I think he just wants to be alone for a while.
Q:Have you gotten a blood panel recently? HIV is one thing, but Hepatitis C is much more common, especially if needles were involved.
I have been tested, and I’m good.
Q:Now that I'm thinking about it, do you think James tried getting you hooked on drugs so you'd need him?
Yes. And for the sex. And for the money he made me pay him for it. I feel so stupid about this whole thing.