New lease on life

Really don’t know how to start, but I’ve got a story to tell that for me has been going on for the past couple of years. I am a married 38-year-old woman and mother of three children aged 18, 17, and 18 months, married to the same ass hole since I was twenty. Well, maybe I should cut him some slack as it was because of his philandering that motivated me to sculpt myself into the beauty I am today.

See back a little over four years ago I caught my husband fucking Beth our then 41-year-old neighbor in her pool house. I did not bust in on them, but I was hurt, angry, and jealous all at the same time as Rick, my husband, was fucking Beth with much more enthusiasm than he had fucked me in many, many years.

Beth being seven years my senior (I was 34 at the time and Beth was 41 remember) had a body that put mine to shame. She is a petite woman around 5’1”, all of about 105 lbs, with a rock hard body that carried perfect, firm, B sized tits that Rick was holding on to as he fucked her like mad man from the back.

I stormed back to my house so angry I was seeing red, but telling myself to not confront Rick until he came back from his next work cycle.

Rick is an international pilot for a large carrier and leaves for weeks on end; he was due to leave that afternoon. I figured that would give me time to evaluate my circumstances. So I decided to help him pack his bags, which I very rarely do, and after packing his clothes, I started to throw his pilot log into the bag.

Since I first met Rick I had never opened his log, but this time I did.

I was flabbergasted! It was a log of his conquests, not of his flights! It went back before I even met him, and of course it chronicled him fucking me in the lavatory of the plane that was taking me to spring break back when I was 19. But, I was only one of over a hundred. He had been fucking around since we first met.

He also had notations that referenced me, but not in a nice way, like saying “Gloria had a body like Linda (me) used to have” and stuff like that. I did not read them all or paid attention to the whom and where, but promised myself I would when the opportunity allowed.

Again I was hurt in the sense that I had thought that I was in relatively good shape, but it made me take stock of myself. Rick came back, grabbed his bags and took off for work.

I stripped naked and stood in front of a mirror and checked myself out. I needed work. Standing 5’8” in my bare feet and weighing 140 lbs, I was only about 10 lbs over my ideal weight, but more conspicuous was that gravity over time had played hell on my ass, thighs, and tits. My once high riding, firm B cup tits where now looking almost deflated with my nipples pointing down. My stomach, even though it was not protruding to any extent, was as soft as jello.

I made up my mind to change right then and there, got dressed and headed for the health club before my children would get home from school. It took six months of five times a week work but I sculptured my body, losing the 10lbs plus, firming up my entire body to the point that my ass is the envy of twenty year olds.

But my tits got even smaller, just slightly larger than A cups.

It made a difference to Rick also, as he was starting to fuck me twice a day when he was home and seemed especially enamored with my ass that culminated in me actually being anally fucked for the first time in my life. But, Rick avoided my tits, as in my mind they were too small. I even tried to get him to give them some attention by letting some of his cum drip from my mouth and on to my nipples after sucking him off. It was to no avail though as he did not pay attention.

So I used a different tact over the next few months, mentioning how so and so looked different, with Rick saying that maybe she got a boob job. I said, “Maybe I should get one” and after awhile Rick starting saying, “go ahead, what ever floats your boat”.

It now had been almost nine months since I caught Beth and Rick fucking in the pool house and he never stopped fucking around. He was still fucking Beth and what ever other tail he could find, as I could taste the flavor of other women on his cock when he would come home. I think in his mind he was humiliating me by running home after cheating on me and shoving his cock in my mouth.

We never discussed his infidelities and I truly believe he did not think I knew.

By the way, I could now tell when he fucked Beth as I was able to differentiate the taste.

With that thought, I contacted a well-known plastic surgeon and within two weeks I had a new set of tits. Not wanting to go over board, I settled on a set that now gave me full B cups, almost C’s and my nipples were back where they belonged, sensitive as ever with most of the time sticking out like erasers. It took a good month or two to heal completely and by then my confidence had risen to the point I was proud not to wear a bra in public. My figure was now 35-23-36 and I weighed 128lbs.

I felt great and it stoked my ego to have males follow me around just to get a view. In fact, when enrolling my 14-year-old son in high school, the teenage boys at the school just could not get enough of eyeing me up.

It turned me on so much that I went to the bathroom and took off both my bra and panties leaving almost nothing to the imagination because I was wearing a very low cut silk tank top that barely hung on by my hard as a rock nipples and my short skirt that barely covered my ass.

Sitting next to my son and across from about ten boys ranging in age from fourteen to eighteen, I gave them a show that from their reactions would give them plenty to jerk off by. Showing off my neatly trimmed pussy when I crossed and uncrossed my legs would get audible breaths from them and when I purposely leaned down to fiddle with my purse, they had a full view of my now perfect tits.

Even my son unabashedly noticed as I watched his cock get hard in his shorts. I almost felt sorry for him, so I reached across his lap to grab a flyer off the chair next to him and purposely placed my other hand right on his cock and squeezed. I said “oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you there, but I almost fell off the chair”, with that he jerked hard and came in his gym shorts, his cum soaking his shorts and a stream ran down his leg onto the chair. He was embarrassed so I place the flyer on his lap and told him to keep it there.

Surprisingly my audience did not see my son Jess’s explosion as because of my excitement my juices were running down my leg glistening my inner thigh and their attention was riveted. I let out a little moan, touched my cunt inconspicuously with my finger, had a mini orgasm, and then placed my finger to my mouth.

Three of the boys sitting across from us now had huge wet spots on their crotches.

On the way home Jess kept staring at me, specifically my chest, and told me that he hadn’t noticed how much his mother had changed. I told him that my tits weren’t totally real and took his hand placing it on my tit.

He looked shocked so I said it was ok. With that he squeezed them and played with them as I drove. Reaching over, I ran my hand up his shorts leg and grabbed is cock out of his shorts telling him it was ok to have this reaction and for me to show him how to relieve it. I stroked it maybe ten times and he came with such force his jism hit the ceiling of my car. He ejaculated a very copious amount, especially on my hand. This whole time he was still kneading my nipples and tits. I looked around to find something to wipe my sons cum off my hand, not seeing anything I just licked my cum encrusted fingers. Jess’s eyes looked to be popping out of his head, I said “do not look so stunned you have very delicious spunk”, with that I shoved the last remaining cum into Jess’s mouth.