He Wasn't My Husband

Scarlet finds proof of her husband’s affairs and falls into grief, then lets a daring friend lead her back to the world to find her desire.

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Chapters

• 0:00 Welcome To The Erotica Series
• 0:52 The Story Begins
• 1:44 Discovery Of Betrayal
• 4:10 A Friend’s Tough Love
• 7:50 Transformation And Night Out
• 10:30 The Club And New Flirtations
• 13:45 Ride Home And Private Plans
• 17:30 Crossing A New Threshold
• 22:00 Letting Go Of The Past

Transcript

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You've entered Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica where fantasy breathes and pleasure takes form. I'm Poison Ivy, your seductive guide through stories that tease, tempt, and tangle the senses. New tales every Monday and indulge deeper on Patreon.com slash poison Ivy Erotica and explore more on my Amethyst Author page. Links in the description. Now surrender to the heat of this week's story. He wasn't my husband written and read by myself. Scarlet Scarlet Are you okay? Amber's voice came through my brain haze. What? Oh yes. I'm okay, I guess. I responded, trying to sound as a beat as I could, which wasn't much at all. I really wasn't okay and she knew it. I had been moping around and feeling sorry for myself ever since my world had shattered. About two months ago, my soon to be ex-husband had come home drunk from a fishing trip with his friends. He was so out of it. He forgot to put his phone on silent, like he usually did. While he was passed out and too late for someone to be messaging, his phone started going off. I had never checked my husband's phone before. I never wanted to be considered that type of girlfriend or wife. I always thought I had nothing to worry about. I didn't know he was just good at hiding it. Something inside me tonight, though, propelled me to check. It could have been the late hour, my curiosity, or my gut telling me something was up. I snuck over and picked up his phone. Of course, it was locked. And there was no messages on the lock screen. He was so drunk he didn't wake when I pressed his phone to his finger to unlock it. And he sank to the floor as I started reading all the messages. There were so many. And with so many different women. I cried as I read the things they said to him and the pictures they exchanged. He never talked to me this way. He was always reserved and conservative with me. The next day I confronted him. He seemed relieved that I had found out. He didn't care how it hurt me. He said he enjoyed them more than me. And was happier in their beds than he had ever been with me. I was devastated. He packed up and left the next day. I was so depressed and hurt since that day. I had barely gotten out of bed. My best friend had come to get me out and start healing. She was completely different than me. Where I was super conservative sexually. She was liberal. I loved it. I had been able to live vicariously through her. Be free like her. You know what? You need Scarlet? Amber asked. No. What do I need? I asked back. You need to get your ass up. Go shower and get yourself sexed up. She replied. Why would I want to do that? Because for one, you smell. And for two, you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You need to look at this like you have a new lease on life. You have the chance to reinvent yourself and be wild for once in your life. Plus, it would be the perfect way to get back at your ex. Go out and let some random guy fuck the hell out of you with no regret. You need it. Amber said and dragged me off the couch. She pushed me towards the bathroom. I reluctantly obeyed. She was right. I needed a shower. I needed to get out of the house too. As I showered, I imagined what it would be like to let myself be absolutely wild and free. I had always tried to be a good girl. Where had it gotten me? Her cheated on with years of my life wasted. Amber helped me pick out the sluttiest outfit I had. She did my hair and makeup. I was surprised when she was done. I look sexy. I might have to fight the guys off wearing this, I jokingly thought to myself. Wow, you look amazing and ready for some fun, Amber exclaimed. You know what? I'm excited to see what kind of trouble we can get into. I answered with a big smile on my face as I checked myself out in the mirror. I'm going to order a lift downtown. I think Club Zero will be the perfect place to get wild, Amber said, and went down to the kitchen to grab her phone. It didn't take long for our ride to arrive. It was about a twenty minute ride to the club. We got there early, so there was no line or cover yet. We headed straight for the bar to grab a couple mixed drinks and shots. By the time the club filled up, we were feeling really good. We started dancing, and it didn't take long for a couple of guys to take notice of us. They looked to be at least ten years younger than us tonight. I didn't care. As the night went on, we drank more, and our dancing became more sexually charged. By the time the DJ called the last call, we were just about panting with me. I had never gone home with a stranger from the club or had a one night stand, or been with someone younger than me. Of course, the guys didn't have a place that was private enough for us to go. We decided on Amber's place. Mine was too messy, and my depression. I hadn't felt like cleaning. With all the bars and clubs closing at the same time. It took a little bit before we could secure a ride. We crowded into a car, finally, and were on our way to continue this party in a private setting. We barely made it in the door before we were all over each other. My guy, Ian, was tall and on the skinnier side. Amber's guy, Mac, was tall but stockier. We had learned they were both from the local college. They had stayed on campus for their break, which was why they didn't have any other friends with them. Amber led her guy to her room while I led Martin to the living room. We were kissing like wild animals and tearing at each other's clothes. I was surprised at how much I wanted to do this. My dress was yanked over my head, leaving my black lace panties and bra. I undid my bra after a minute of him trying to unhook it from the back while kissing. I loved the look on his face when he saw my naked breasts. He grabbed them in his hands, squishing them together. He leaned down and sucked and licked each nipple. My head rolled back. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me. We awkwardly stumbled over to the couch with his mouth still attached to my nipples. I laid back and let him ravish my body with his hands and mouth. He moved from my breast down my stomach to the edge of my panties. He grabbed them in his teeth and pulled them down. I lifted my hips to help him. I was so turned on. I had never had my panties taken down this way. He spread my legs and lowered his head between them. For the first time, another man, other than my husband, was looking at my most private area. My husband didn't think men should go down and women. He loved having his dick sucked every time we had sex though. I had never told him. But it was one of my biggest desires was just to be tasted. My eyes rolled back in my head when I felt his tongue lightly flick my cliff. He spread me with his fingers, which drove me wild. He licked me up and down and dipped his tongue inside me. It felt better than I imagined. I had really been missing out with my husband, I thought. Since my world had fallen apart. Maybe him being a cheating bastard would turn out better for me. Enough thinking about him, I thought. My moans became cries of ecstasy as I came in his mouth. My hips raised and my legs spread a little wider and slid a finger, and then two inside. My legs shook as he pumped and twisted his fingers inside of me. I knew as he pulled his fingers out of me and stood up that I would never date a man again who didn't enjoy doing that. I also knew I needed to experience more sexually with more guys. I helped pull Ian's pants and boxers down. My eyes widened when I saw how big he was. I had no idea that my husband had a smaller than average one. This guy was much larger than his. Such a perfect revenge to get fucked by a much younger and more endowed man. I could hear Amber enjoying herself as she yelled out fuck me harder. I smiled to myself. We really did find us some fun tonight. I sat up and opened my mouth so he could slide the tip of his cock in. I ran my tongue around the head and sucked as much as I could. I was a little afraid he would hurt me with such a big dick and pulled out of my mouth and guided me back onto my back. He climbed between my legs. Oh, to my surprise and pleasure. He lowered his head between my legs again. He sucked and licked until I began coming. Ooh, and rose up and slid the tip of himself inside my quivering, tight wetness. Oh god, he was so big. He slowly began thrusting the tip inside me. With every thrust, he stretched me and pushed his cock a little more in. It hurt and felt amazing at the same time. I wanted more. I wanted it all in me. A few more thrusts and he held his cock buried all the way inside me. My nails dug into his arm as he put my legs up on his shoulders. My juices flowed out onto Amber's couch. Fuck, your pussy is so tight, Ian groaned out, as he gave me long hard strokes. Do you like it? I moaned out. Yes, baby. Your pussy is tighter than my girlfriend's. I fucking love it, he replied. I was a bit stunned that he had a girlfriend. I should have made him stop, but it felt so good. Plus, he's the one that was supposed to be faithful. Not me. It kind of turned me on too. Ian pulled out and turned me over onto my hands and knees. I just about died when he slid his enormous cock inside me from the back. I bit down on the couch arm to keep from screaming as he pounded himself inside me. I dug my nails into the couch as I came hard on him. Can I come inside you, baby? He asked, as he as his thrust became harder and frenzied. Yes, come in me. I moaned out. Seconds later, he instilled. I loved his moans as he came deep inside me. I felt his cockpulse making me cum harder on him. Stay just like that for a second, he said and pulled out. His cum leaked out and dripped onto the couch. I looked back to see him grabbing his camera. He took an up close photo of my swollen pussy with his cum dripping out. Okay now you can move. That was fucking hot. I'll give you my number so you can text me. If you ever need that pussy filled again, he said, grinning at me. We got dressed and cleaned up so Amber and her guy could come out. They called for a ride a few minutes later. I couldn't wait for them to leave so I could gush to Amber about how good it was. Well thank you for listening to Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica where fantasy brees and pleasure takes form. Until next week, and don't forget to join me on Patreon at Patreon dot com slash poison ivy erotica.