Betrayed by my Wife, So Mother-in-law takes Over!

“Do you have everything for your lunch, Babe?” Annabel purred. “Sure do, Honeybuns,” I replied happily. “Good!” Annabel chuckled as I came up and wrapped my arms around her waist. Annabel stands around five feet five inches tall, so about average. However, that is where her averageness ends. Annabel is a goddess of a woman, whom I have never understood how I won as a girlfriend first and then as a wife. She is gorgeous! First of all, she has beautiful flame-red, kinky-curly hair, kind of like Merida from the Disney movie Brave, which always made me think of her as some Irish half-tamed wild thing. Second, she has an angelic, perfectly proportioned face, with emerald eyes framed by gently arched, flame-red eyebrows and long, thick, flame-red eyelashes. Her almond-shaped eyes are slightly tilted up, giving her what I have always called bedroom eyes. With a single look, she can bewitch and seduce. Her enchanting eyes were set beside a wide-bridged, turned-up pixieish nose. Her cheeks were slim, her cheekbones angular, and her jawline sharp, leading to a square chin and a luscious mouth. Across her nose and cheekbones, she has red freckles which also shroud her shoulders and arms, and the tops of her breasts and chest, and run down her back to end on her Rhombus of Michaelis. The lips of her lush mouth were a soft pink, almost milk-white. Her small areolas are milk-white, while her n*****s are a soft pink. Third, she has slim shoulders and delicate arms. Her chest is slim, and her breasts are small B-cups. Perfect handfuls. From there, her belly is soft and feminine, with a small arrowhead-shaped navel and a flat lower belly that leads to a prominent pubic mound, kept shaved smooth daily, so that she never has a single pubes there or on her perfect cameltoe pussylips. From her belly to her hips, to her thick round ass, to her long curvesome legs, she didn’t have a single freckle or hair. She was amazing. She was my goddess of s*x and love! We kissed for a long time, her full lips pressed against mine. Her long, flowing red hair down her back. Her small, firm breasts pressed against my chest. She was my wife, and I was her husband. We dated all through middle school. We had s*x in her room when we were both just fifteen. We were high school sweethearts. Then, we got married the following October after our graduation. And then later, I got a job as an apprentice electrician. My parents let us live in their pool house while we saved our money. Two years later, we bought a small farmhouse on a hundred acres of property about thirty miles out of town. The house is a little big for us right now. It’s a two-story, five-bedroom house. However, now, I think we’re finally ready to start a family. Annabel pulled away first, and I let her go. I really did need to leave for work. I really couldn’t afford to be late. Still, I grabbed a handful of her big round ass cheek and gave it a good squeeze. She sighed and swatted at my hand while I chuckled. Then, I grabbed my lunchbox and headed for the door. “I love you, Sugarbottom!” I said as I opened the door, but I paused and waited. Annabel always replied, “I love you more!” But there was nothing, just a long silent nothing. So, I just stood there waiting until finally I turned back. What I saw was an empty living room. Shaking my head, I left for work. ——(!)—— I drove to work, walked into the office, and was greeted by Pam. “Good morning, Henry!” Pam purred in her always sultry, husky voice. Of course, I have heard her when her voice is crisp and as sharp as steel for some of the guys that she is not very fond of, or the occasional customer that has pushed her to her last gracious nerve, so I appreciate her sultriness over the alternative. Pam was a pretty woman in her mid-forties—I think. A little plain-faced, but she has a bright, beaming smile made all the prettier by her overly plump, bee-stung lips and warm amber eyes. Along with being rather plain-faced, she is also rather plump. Not fat per se or obese, just very curvaceous—especially compared to my Annabel. She has long brown hair, warm amber eyes, a square jaw, high cheekbones, a wide-bridged button nose, and an overly plump mouth. She also has broad shoulders, thick arms, massive watermelon-sized breasts, broad hips, and an enormously well-rounded ass. You know, the kind of ass that fills out a seat and then a little thensome. Not my type really, even if Annabel does have a smaller version of the well-rounded bubble-butt herself that fills out a seat very well. “Good morning, Pam. How are you today?” I asked pleasantly. I always try to treat everyone cordially, especially Pam. She is always so happy, and if treated well, I have found that she will do absolutely anything to help me when I’m in a bind. “It’s another beautiful day!” She replied. “How’s Bubba?” I asked, “And the kids?” For a second, Pam’s smile wavered. It was almost imperceptible, but I caught it, and I paused and turned to face her. When I saw her countenance, I knew something was off for sure. So, I stopped and asked, “Pam, is everything okay? What’s happened?” Tears welled up and glistened on Pam’s lower lashes. Her smile wavered, but then she got control of herself and took a deep breath. Of course, this made her huge breasts heave within her slightly too-tight cream blouse, making two buttons pop instantly and exposing her olive green bra with embroidered pink flowers and a generous helping of her bountiful ivory cleavage! “Oh my!” She gasped in surprise, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Henry!” I couldn’t help how my eyes were drawn to her breasts at first, but then I looked away and found her buttons. I recovered them and then very carefully looked into Pam’s amber eyes as I said, “It's all right, Pam.” She smiled tremulously in embarrassment as she retrieved her buttons from me. Honestly, it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. She also fished in her top drawer for a small sewing kit she kept for just such occasions. As she did, though, she explained, “William’s left me. Says he wants a divorce. Turns out, he has a new girlfriend half my age and half my weight.” I gasped, though I wasn’t really shocked. At the last couple of employee parties, I had noticed that Bubba had a roving eye. I even noticed him ogling Annabel, which at the time I hadn’t thought much of since almost all men ogle Annabel. Still, I had also observed him flirting with a few of the other electricians’ wives, and I had heard him refer to Pam as his “old ball and chain”. I have always hated when men refer to their wives in such unbecoming ways. That’s your wife, man! She’s supposed to be your queen! Don’t disrespect her like that! “I’m so sorry, Pam!” I say as she stood up from her desk. Then, in a suddenly fierce yet tender act, she embraced me, leaving me with no other option but to hug her back or seem a completely heartless bastard. We stayed like that for several seconds, until it became uncomfortable for me; after all, I am a married man. Still, I could feel her enormous, incredibly soft breasts pressing against my chest. Then, I felt her body shudder as she cried on my shoulder. I hadn’t the heart to pull away, so a few more awkward seconds passed as I tightened my arms around her waist. It was then that I realized that her waist was actually very small compared to her broad shoulders, her enormously bountiful breasts, and her broad hips and big round booty. Don’t get me wrong. Pam is still a thick woman, but her waist was actually very waspish, nor was her belly bloated or round with fat. Not to say she didn’t have a little padding. She did. However, instead of feeling repulsive, she felt—good. Womanly. Feminine. “I’m sorry,” She whispered after a few more seconds, “I’ve mussed up your shirt.” “It’s fine,” I said. “Thank you, Henry,” She replied as if I hadn’t said a thing. “Thank you for comforting me. I needed this.” “No problem, Pam,” I whispered. “I’m here if you need me.” “Thank you,” She purred, but then stepped back. She dabbed at her eyes with one hand and clutched at her blouse where her cleavage was exposed with the other. She smiled up at me again, and then left to fix herself in the bathroom. I watched her leave, and once the door closed behind her, I too left. “Henry!” Josh called from his office. Josh was the jobs coordinator. Pretty much my manager. “Yeah, what’s up, Josh?” I asked as I stuck my head into his office. “I need you on the Marion project today. The guys over there are falling behind and need a hand. You’ll be working with Eddy today,” Josh said, not even looking up from his computer. “Sure thing, boss!” I agreed. As I grabbed a few consumables I needed, Pam came up to me with her blouse now repaired and handed me two notes. She gave me a happy smile, but I could still see her heartbreak in her eyes. And—was that embarrassment? Was she blushing? “Eddy called in a parts list he wants you to pick up before you come to the job site,” She said in her usual purr, “The second list is a breakfast order Eddy wants you to pick up on the way.” “Sure,” I mumbled as I looked over the two lists. When I was done, I met Pam’s eyes and asked, “Are you going to be okay?” Pam's smile deepened as she placed a hand on my bicep and lowered her voice as she replied, “I will be, Henry. Thank you.” I nodded that I understood. She left after that and returned to her other duties while I gathered up the parts Eddy needed and stocked my work van. Afterward, I left and headed to the breakfast joint Eddy liked. I ordered breakfast for the team and then drove to the work site. When I got there, I unloaded the parts Eddy wanted, then started rolling out my tools as Eddy and the others ate breakfast. The workday went about as well as it usually did. Jason put on the music, and we rocked on through the day pulling electrical lines like madmen. Soon enough, lunchtime came, and I shot off a text to Annabel asking how her day was. However, she never replied. I didn’t think much of it and went back to work. The rest of the day went pretty much as fast as the first half, and soon enough Eddy was giving me a list for more parts to pick up when I got back to the shop. David would be bringing breakfast tomorrow. When I finally got home, the first thing I noticed was that Annabel’s car was gone. Maybe she was at the grocery store, or maybe she was at the gym, or maybe she went to see her mother. So, I shrugged and went inside the house. As soon as I walked into the house, I could feel something was wrong. So, I looked around as I put my wallet and keys on the foyer table. I was so engrossed trying to find what felt wrong that I almost missed the envelope sitting dead center on the entry table. The envelope was pink with black cursive writing spelling, “Henry” An overwhelming dread washed over me as I picked up the envelope. Opening it, I retrieved the pink parchment inside and flipped it open to read. I recognized Annabel’s handwriting instantly. It read: My Beloved Henry, Let me just come right out and say that I’m leaving you. I’m sorry. I still love you so much, but I can’t do this anymore. I just want something different now, and it’s not what you want. I want to sunbathe on Miami Beach. I want to go clubbing in the middle of the night, and I want to have s*x with as many men as I want—whenever I want. I’m sorry, Babe, but that just isn’t going to happen with you. Also, I want to be spoiled rotten. I want the Porsche and the beachfront condo. I want to be pampered, and I’m just not going to get that with you. I want to f**k. I don’t want to be a f*****g baby factory. Anyway, my life just isn’t going the same direction as you anymore. I can have any guy I want, and I have had a few already, and the one thing it has made clear to me is that I want more. My goal now is to f**k over a thousand guys before the end of the year. God! That sounds like fun! By the way, I f****d Charlie, and I f****d your father. He’s the one that I’m leaving you for. He is going to spoil me rotten, and he doesn’t even care if I f**k around on him. He says he’ll even help me f**k a thousand guys! So, we’re done. I don’t want anything but my car. Your father says he’ll buy me all new clothes. I’ve already met with an attorney and had divorce papers sent to my mom to hold on to. All you have to do is sign them. By the way, she doesn’t know they’re divorce papers or that I am leaving you. She is finding out today as well. So, anyway, this is the end for us and our life together. It’s been fun, but it’s just not enough for me anymore. My new life started, well, about an hour after you left for work. I will always love you; you were my first everything. —Annabel