Intro

Throughout my doomed marriage, my wife’s (aka “Gidget") body odor reeked just as bad if not worse than her attitude. To release steam, I smashed through as many other women as possible. I especially enjoyed fucking suburban housewives. One of the roughly 30 other women I fucked on while married to “Gidget” was Karla, a married Filipino-Japanese corporate attorney in her late twenties who had just had a kid.

Meeting Karla

I first met Karla and her punk-ass husband one weekend in August 2013 at a private residence in South Bound Brook, NJ. The 3-story home at the end of a cul-de-sac in the ’burbs was hosting a sex party for white women who fancy Black dick on the weekend.

I didn’t smash Karla at the party, but the three of us struck up a good conversation. 

A week later, I met up again with Karla and her loser husband at Chakra Restaurant near Garden State Plaza for drinks. A good sport, I indulged the couple’s ramblings about their lives as struggling attorneys working on contract, fresh out of law school and raising an infant. The husband didn’t hold his liquor well, but Karla – classy and demure – remained sober and engaged, laughing at everything I had to say, rubbing on my knee the whole evening. The three of us left the lounge at last call around midnight and headed to the my marital residence in Wood-Ridge, NJ.

Meanwhile, in Quebec ...

My Stank-Wife Gidget

My stank wife, “Gidget,” and her bimbo friends were out of the country for a girls weekend in Montreal.

An unabashed lifestyle brand and social media whore who works in PR for a major retailer at a posh mall, “Gidget” – a first generation American of Haitian descent and a graduate of some third-rate college – aspired to the vapid lifestyles of the rich and famous, idolizing people like Sarah Jessica Parker and Stacey Dash. As you might guess, her persona closely mirrored those she saw in her favorite show ‘Sex in the City’ and the movie ‘Clueless’. In terms of how “Gidget” spoke: Imagine what you’d get crossing a ditz from the Valley with a slut from the Jersey shore.

Glorying in her station as the token Black, she envied the lives and bodies of her rail-thin blonde- and brunette-haired blue-eyed bobble-head girlfriends who all looked like they stepped out of central casting for extras on the Real Housewives of New Jersey.

If only “Gidget” had varied her diet from her standard fare of chicken and meatball parm sandwiches, cheese, pasta, copious amounts of red wine, and then even more cheese, perhaps then she would not have stunk, her friends would’ve hung around her more, and she would have gotten more dick from yours truly. But “Gidget” had no self-respect. Earlier on in the marriage, while I was hitting it from the back, “Gidget” farted loud and hard. Which was the reason I was quite amused on the handful of occasions thereafter when I was awakened by her sobbing because I didn’t wanna fuck. I'd pat “Gidget” on the head, roll back over, and think: “Um ... if I gave you this nut, there would be less of it to go around for other men’s wives.”

And now we circle back to my affair with Karla.

Devouring Karla in front of her own Husband on Gidget’s side of the Bed

Karla and I pulled up to my marital apartment, with Karla’s cuckold husband in tow. By the time the three of us plopped on the couch, Karla’s body betrayed a slight tremor. With the air conditioner off and her sandwiched between me and her husband, Karla glistened. As she snuggled even closer, I could almost taste her pheromones.

Then Karla prompted me to take her upstairs. After getting the nod from her loser husband, Karla's 5-foot-nothing 100-pound frame straddled mine as I walked us both up to the marital bed in the loft. She hurriedly peeled off her form-fitting white and green tube-dress revealing a beautiful porcelain pear-shaped physique with lovely thick thighs and athletic calves. Karla's nipples were a deep caramel and delectable. She had recently cut her long flowing jet-black hair to shoulder length and her pussy was bald and as immaculate as the Virgin fucking Mother's. She then proceeded to straighten the bulge in my jeans. Karla slopped my balls down like a pro.

I tossed Karla around until 3:30 am, smashing her from behind, her atop me, me atop her, sideways, sixty-nine, and reverse cowboy. The best was missionary, with my nose and tongue in her armpit with the weight of my 210-pound frame constraining her every movement as I dug out that squeaky-tight pussy. The second best was doggy style, greedily grabbing on to Karla’s calves as I pounded away.

Karla and I fucked hard and for so long, our sweat-drenched bodies made glue. In between smashing, Karla was sucking my dick or licking my balls while I tongued her pearl with my middle finger massaging her little asshole. I never came in her mouth, but the whole experience no less was boundless and every bit as sinful as I could have dreamt it could be.

All told, I got it three times in sweet little mang-mang’s love box. On that last nut, I felt the condom brake. In that moment, that last pint of blood in my brain immediately diffused throughout my body like a sugar serum that became concentrated in my nuts. Upon heaving those last drops of sweet love into Karla, I immediately collapsed on her back. Our hands tightly interlaced and bodies sticky with sweat, I gently peeled myself off Karla. I then slowly pulled the broken condom out of her nut-filled pussy. Karla moaned with ecstasy, tossed strands of hair from her eyes, glanced back at her loser husband, and then laughed.

I almost felt sorry for Karla’s cuckold husband because this man literally stood back in the corner the entire time jerking off while I devoured the mother of his infant child.

I then helped Karla back into that tight slinky dress but couldn’t resist sucking on her cunt one last time as she stood moaning trying to fasten her bra. After a long passionate kiss, I smacked Karla on the ass and sent her and ol’ boy on their way. The next day, well-rested and full of vigor with my dick still throbbing from the previous night, I attended a pool party with friends in Connecticut.

Gidget Dumbfounded, Now Divorced and Likely Barren

When "Gidget" returned home from Montreal days later, she complained: “Like, oh my Gawd! Like, something in this apartment, like, just isn’t right!” I then thought to myself: “Look here, silly bitch – After defiling the bed you’re about to sleep in with another man’s wife, I had to pull everything back out of the closet and re-stage that shit.”

I then told that heifer I had cleaned up and rearranged some shit, and "Gidget" finally shut her bucktoothed trap. But I had also made sure Karla’s sweet juices remained on the comforter to take the edge off "Gidget’s" stench.

Karla and I (with Karla’s loser husband in tow) would link up again in September 2014. And again, one of the condoms broke.

"Gidget" and I divorced a few years later. Her petition coincided with her loser parents seventh attempt to file for bankruptcy. Throughout the marriage, the whore embezzled thousands of our marital funds to help prop up her parents.

And where is "Gidget" today? In her late thirties, childless (likely barren), and living her best life as a self-styled fashionista living in mommy and daddy's basement.

  Oooh ... ahh, bitch. Ah!! God dammit!!!