The Mrs. Hornibastard Ratings Review - Part Two

I’ve been married three times (so far).

I’ve always been the weak link in most of my relationships, marital or otherwise.

This is part two of a brief rundown of the three Mrs. Hornibastards who have shared parts of my life so far.

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Previous: Mrs. Hornibastard #1: https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=7513…

MRS. HORNIBASTARD #2

I met Susan, the woman who became Mrs. Hornibastard #2, not long after splitting up with Julie, Mrs. Hornibastard #1.

Susan was not the first woman I dated after splitting with Julie, but she was probably among the first half dozen.

I suspect that most of you would give Susan the blue ribbon for beauty among my wives. She was your typical all-American, green-eyed girl with a pretty face and a sexy body. She was almost as tall as I am (which made for excellent logistics when I was fucking Susan in the shower or up against a wall).

As with Julie, the best I can do to give a sense of Susan’s appearance is to offer a photo.

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I have no idea who the woman in the photo is. I don’t know if she is famous or just another one of the millions of women with a pretty face and an alluring figure whose image is on the web. But she bears a remarkable resemblance to Susan during the early years of our relationship.

Susan was from Kansas, born and raised. She was a conservative woman in most ways.

She was also difficult to please, a high-maintenance woman.

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Susan was easily the most possessive of my wives. I never let her know about any of my extramarital sexcapades.

Despite her innate conservatism, Susan accompanied me on the most erotic moments of my life (up until that time) when, in a drunken stupor, she shed some of her conservatism and revealed her latent bisexual side.

I never would have expected this of Susan. On the surface, she was quiet and such a conformist. But when she drank it was a different story. Susan didn’t drink often, but when she did, she frequently drank to excess.

It was after she had been drinking too much that I first began get the inkling that she might have an interest in women. I recall attending a dinner party with her where there was an uncommonly hot woman in attendance. I had never seen her before and never saw her again after the party. But I can still remember her face, smile and figure.

Her name was Anne. I sat across from her at dinner. It was difficult keeping my eyes off her. She was just that gorgeous.

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Susan drank too much at the party (no surprise there). On our drive home she kept talking about Anne and how fantastic she looked. Initially I thought she was just baiting me to see if I would gush about Anne, giving her an excuse to berate me for having a wandering eye. But by the time we got home, Susan’s comments and descriptions of Anne, her face, her skin, her hair and her figure were sounding a lot more like the kind of comments a male buddy might have made about an unusually sexy woman we had both just met. It seemed to me that Susan was lusting after Anne.

Then Susan and I ended up in Indonesia.

Liquor and Indonesia have a way of bringing out people’s dormant sexual fantasies.

It wasn’t long after our arrival in Indonesia that Susan began commenting on how lovely the Indonesian ladies were. Again, I initially thought she was just baiting me, trying to determine whether she was going to have problems with me chasing the Indonesian women. But I eventually accepted the idea that Susan genuinely considered the Indonesian women to be beautiful. I did not, however, think that Susan was fantasizing about rolling around in bed with any of them.

My views about Susan’s desires regarding other women changed before we left Indonesia. But Susan, a product of a strict Kansas upbringing, never openly acknowledged these desires. Her experiences with Indonesian women were nothing more than massages which spiraled out of control because she had too much to drink.

If you haven’t already read about the introduction of Mrs. Hornibastard #2 to Digital Depravities, you can read the story here:

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Despite her frequent erotic massages given by her masseuse, Susan was never willing to characterize herself as bisexual. She was offended when I suggested that she should just come to grips with it and enjoy that added dimension of her sex life.

After Susan and I returned from Indonesia to the USA, we never topped the passion that we had enjoyed together in Jakarta with Siti and Tiwi. Susan accompanied me once to a strip club in Dallas, curious about the women there and what they might do for her. She did have some dances in the VIP room and, because she had been drinking, she got very frisky with the dancer.

When it was my turn, Susan watched the dancer open my fly and give me a combination hand and blow job.

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Then when it was Susan’s turn again, she slipped her panties off, making herself more accessible under her skirt to the dancer’s wandering hands and fingers.

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Despite that she apparently had a good time in the VIP room, Susan later said she found the entire experience too tawdry and never expressed any interest in returning.

Too bad. I didn’t think it was all that tawdry.

Maybe I just have a thing for tawdry.

Susan’s and my marriage began to unravel when I returned to live and work in Indonesia while she remained in Texas to complete her university studies.

NEXT UP: Mrs. Hornibastard #3