ditch The Slut

by gonetopot

Sixteen age, that number kept running through my mind. I 'd worked my ass off and done the best I could to consecrate her everything she wanted for sixteen years. She had a good job, made good money, but she never had a problem spending mine. Now I 'm sitting in my kitchen, watching the sun go down through the rearwards door and wondering what I do with the rest of my life sentence. I actually thought about keeping her and trying to make it puzzle out but how do you make a marriage body of work when the wife is a cheating slut ? She 's not even a lady of pleasure, a lady of pleasure gets paid for her sex work. My wife is just a slovenly woman who gives it away for free. Why should I quell with the slut who takes what I pay for and gives it away ? xvi years I was the fold tough working hubby. She told me she could n't have child. I found out she just did n't want any because it would interfere with her adulteress bodily process. It took me six calendar month to put together the computer software that would end our marriage. I finally realized that I 'd never really had a loving wife, just a slut who used me to pay for her fun. And where in the netherworld was all the money she 'd made for the finis XVI twelvemonth ? Well, fun prison term is over for her.

I 'm Greg Martin, 46 years old, just under six foot, dark-brown hair, drab oculus, slim, a regular looking guy. I started my own distribution firm out of college and was doing very well financially when I met Susan, sixteen years ago. She was beautiful, six eld younger than me, low at five foot two, a hundred Ezra Pound, nice tight ass, bright blue eyes and a grinning that stopped dealings. I fell in honey instantly. I chased her for almost a year before she let me get her. It was perfect tense, at to the lowest degree it was gross for me. She had a career in marketing for a expectant corporation in our city. We tried for two years to make a baby before she told me her doctor said her tubes were wrong and she could never carry a child full full term. I was sad for a while but I loved Susan and we talked about acceptance. Susan talked me into waiting for a yoke of days. She would get so sad every time I brought the subject of adoption up I finally stopped. I thought she was sad because she could n't have her own baby. I learned that Susan is a expectant actress.

Our sex life story was dependable, a few prison term a hebdomad. We enjoyed oral but she did n't want to do anal. I loved making her cum with my mouth and helping hand. My favorite loving was to reach her a hot oil massage, relaxing her whole body, then slowly stroking her indulgent vaginal lips until her moans told me she was quick for my mouthpiece to heat her up. I would lick and suck her beautiful cunt until she had as many as three orgasm. Then we would make love and it was such a wonderful tone to be inside her, the soft walls of her puss gently squeezing my cock until I would cum. I was going to miss the loving.

It was almost a year ago that I found out my wife was in marketing at her corporation because she was the gift the customer won when they made big buy. The bigger the sale the dandy the reward. Now I know why a few metre a year she had to 'go on the route'for a hebdomad. A week with my married woman was the wages for any purchase over a hundred grand. I also found out she was making almost four sentence as a great deal as she told me. The role I never saw was in an offshore account and at the time I found out about it there was almost a one-fourth million dollars in the account.

How did I witness out ? She got sloppy. She had been working from home one Friday, got a outcry from her office to get over there right now for a exceptional customer, and ran out of the house without turning off her laptop. I came habitation just after she left and went into the bedroom to get the file I had been reviewing the night before but forgot on the bureau. I glanced at her open laptop computer and was about to close the lid on it when something caught my eye. I started reading and could n't believe it. She was making notes about a four day 'sales meeting'and detailing how many men she would be 'entertaining'. I went into my habitation power and got a portable drive. I made an double of her entire machine. I realized I was more hurt and confused than mad.

I took the drive to an old friend of mine. He was a tech manager for the company next door to mine. I told him what I 'd seen and wondered if he could help me get a wide-cut report from her automobile because my computer acquirement stopped at canonical user tier. Jim asked me to give him a week since it was a expectant image file.

Four years later Jim asked me to natter him. I learned my wife was n't a slut. She was a highly paid whore and hid nigh of her income from me. Jim said there was so a great deal data about her activities for the lowest XVI years I needed to accept a forensic accountant reassessment it. He also suggested I hire a private investigating firm to foregather current grounds so I had alternative. Jim knew I would n't preserve her. I hired a very reputable company that would not only compile the information I had into a useable format but would also go after my wife. I also told them I wanted information that would allow me to sue her corporation.

The accumulation of data point from her laptop was devastating. She had been the fellowship sporting lady for marketing before she married me and never stopped. She had a weekly schedule for fucking all the administrator with a journal of dates, metre, carrying out and who liked to do what to her. I think what made me mad, finally, was finding out that everyone else got to bang her ass except me. They told me her laptop had an fantabulous security measure package in it and the simply way I could have gotten approach was to rule it the way I did. They said it took them over a workweek to break through the next story of countersign on folders containing enough data to crucify just about every top floor executive director in her bay window, clear up to the CFO. It seems she did n't believe anyone and she was probably free. One brochure contained the disk of how she got rid of a marketing VP who tried to force her to have a go at it his acquaintance. It appears my bawd married woman had 'standards'. She had telecasting of him with his assistant giving him a blow job. Since his assistant was another man he quietly resigned.

The intemperate matter for me to do was uphold to be the conciliate loving hubby. I did do one thing right that kept her from getting too disquieted or suspicious. The day I found her laptop I left the brochure I had come to get on the dresser and made sure nothing else was moved in the sleeping room. I did n't get home from oeuvre that day until after six pm. She did ask me a few query about what I did that day. I told her we were doing one-year reviews and spent the integral day in a conference room. I made sure to do my best to act the way I always did. After a few day she settled back into our convention routine.

The next time she went on a road trip I had the surety society install a wide monitoring system that covered our stallion house. She always left her personal cell phone at household when she went on the route because she said their business enterprise trips were 12-16 hour Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and she was too exhausted to do anything but wreck. I had never questioned it, just always told her I would drop her. They bugged her jail cell phone. They were even able to get an wheeler dealer into their building and plant bugs in all the marketing and sales offices. I was told none of that could be used in court because the bugs were illegal but it would help them work up a example in the setting for the lawsuit against the corporation. Their sound department told me that suit could be worth X of millions which made their activity worth the disbursement. I asked them if everything they were doing was effectual and they advised me to let them concern about it. I could populate with that. They also told me that I needed to be patient and work a plan for what end goal I had in mind. That 's why it was now a yr after I found out about her.

I decided that since whoring and money seemed to be all she cared about I 'd study all her money and leave her the whoring. My friend Jim understood how I felt. Three years earlier his married woman had divorced him and taken half of everything he had worked hard for. It was n't until after the divorce was concluding that he found out she was having an affair with his stage business partner. There was n't a lot he could do about her but his business organization partner had a sudden urge to trade his share of the company and move out of the body politic, just as soon as he got out of the hospital. Jim had some capital musical theme and eff some hoi polloi who could help.

The foremost part of the plan was to get me miserable. When Susan was going to be served I would have got nothing. That component was easy because Susan never cared how my business ran and I always managed the household accounts. All she cared about was having her mention cards approved. Susan had always demanded that her quotation wag be in her gens only. All I got was the monthly bill. I sold my party to Jim. According to the finance records my five big guest had all terminated their byplay with me over a period of nine calendar month. When the sale was final the company sold at a deprivation. I was unemployed. I was living on our savings account. When the preservation account ran out I cashed in all our security measure. I fell ill and was hospitalized for two calendar week. I had no medical indemnity once my company was gone. I used the last of my usable immediate payment to pay the doctor and hospital billhook. Susan visited me for one hour in the sunrise and one hour at Night. At least she came every day. She never asked about money and I never said anything. When I went family I put our firm on the market. It was not publicly listed and no preindication was placed on the dimension. The house had been mine before we married. Susan 's epithet was not on the act. The profits from the house, after all the reparation were calculated, gave me almost ninety thousand dollars. I used all of it to pre-pay my lawyer.

The day Susan was served, at work, I was officially indigent. She called me at home. There was a lot of cursing and some screaming but no snag. My favorite conversation took home that evening when she got home.

'' Greg, what the infernal region is going on ? You had me served with divorce papers, citing fornication and mental cruelty. What the fuck is wrong with you ? ``

'' My dear wife. You are a fancy woman. You 've been a whore our total married couple. When I found out I was married to a harlot I decided it was n't a life I wanted to live. I did n't know I was a cuckold. ideate the mental anguish and suffering I 've experienced. I became so ill I was hospitalized. You remember that. ``

'' I do n't know where you got your information but calling me a whore and blaming me for putting you in the hospital is garbage. I 'll consume you to motor hotel and clean you out. ``

'' Oh dear. You have n't scan all the paper yet have you. I 'm broke, no job, no money. I 'm suing you for alimony, medical and financial support for the next five years so I have a chance to pop out over after this devastating shock you have given me. I almost forgot. The planetary house is gone. The movers will be here at 8 am tomorrow to motivate everything into memory. You should be here to tell them where to read it. ``

'' Are you crazy ? You ca n't sell the business firm during a divorcement. ``

'' Yes I can, and did. The business firm was mine and not part of the prop colony. All I have is my dress. I 've already moved everything to a supporter house since I ca n't afford to pay for an flat. Oh, I almost forgot. All the utility were in my name so they will all be shut down by 9 am tomorrow. Well, I 'll be going now. My suffering is so dangerous I ca n't stand to be around you any longer. I left my attorneys card on the tabulator. The prelude courtroom date is side by side week. Bye. ``

I was pretty proud of myself. Instead of grabbing the prostitute by the pharynx and choking the life out of her I played my part just as my lawyer advised. Susan had her attorney physical contact mine a couple of Day later and he found out that I had n't been kidding. I had no job, no property, and no money. My lawyer provided hers with a bag full of dvds that showed him the criminal conversation charge was very actual, in richly definition color with surround sound. He also got to brush up a lot of conversations where my wife trashed me so often that even he felt sorry for me. I found out later that her lawyer told her the divorcement would be simple-minded because I had nothing. He also told her she would probably end up paying me some sort of support. The homage would have to make up one's mind what and how much.

Susan was beyond furious. She called me a twain of times every day cursing and threatening me. I made sure every claim was recorded.

Our divorce made the intelligence it was so bizarre. Susan did n't have any legal recourse. She had to pay me support for three age and even stake a bond to insure it would be paid. She was also ordered to provide me medical reportage on her incarnate insurance. After our day in homage my lawyer took me to dinner. He said he 'd never seen someone so sincere on the stall that even the judge felt sorry for me. When I told him it was promiscuous to be sincere because I really had loved her and losing her hurt me deeply. He just sighed and told me I did n't deserve what she had done. He asked me if I was going to sue her corporation. I told him there was something being considered. He was a good lawyer but his specialization was divorcement, not corporate lawsuits.

Two days after our divorce was terminal the Irish bull hit the fan. Every executive director we had on film was sued individually. The corporation as a whole was sued for multiple infraction of their own policy manual. Susan was fired the next day. She was n't worried. She had a lot of money overseas. Well, she thought she did. When she went to change some funds she discovered that she had no invoice, no store, anywhere. She also discovered her five quotation calling card had all exceeded there maximum point of accumulation.

It took her a while to observe me. I was living in a small cabin in Colorado. She threatened me with everything, including death. I quietly listened to her rant for a while and when she ran down I just sat there. Finally she said `` Do n't you have anything to say. You 've destroyed me you bastard. ``

'' I did not destroy you. You destroyed yourself. I 'm not sure what money you 've been screaming about. I have no money of yours. I 'm broke. I live up here because a good friend took pity on me. He even provides for my utilities and food. Some day, when I recover from what you did to me, I may be capable to start over. ``

It was true. I did n't lease any of her money. Someone else did and used it to pay the lawyers who were suing her potbelly and all those executive. The tote up number of people being sued was in the dozens because they also went after the clients who had used my ex-wife 's party favour for years.

It took almost three years for all the cause to be completed. After all the legal fees and investigating cost I was left with only 13 million dollars to make it on. Poor me.

I guess I could experience stopped there. I had ruined a lot of lives and made certainly Susan was left with nothing. She had to pull up stakes the state. No one would take her for any job. I kept cartroad of her. No affair where she settled, every time she got a job her new employer would get a package with a match of videos and a composition. She never kept a job long enough to take out a paycheck. She ended up living with a cousin in California. Eventually she was forced to affect out. Her full cousin found out she was a whore and told her to leave. She was picked up hitchhiking and taken to NV. I hear she is doing ok in the little town of Beatty, north of Las Vegas. She is doing what she always did best, being a trade good whore.

Me ? Jim sold me back my company. I still miss Susan now and then but I 'm doing fine. Betty and I adopted two beautiful picayune girls .