Is there something wrong with me?

Is there something wrong with me?

A visit with my therapist

Copyright© Catcher78, all rights reserved

Author's Notes: This is my story and may not be used, sampled, or copied without my expressed written permission. Everybody fucking here is at least eighteen. Shout out to Challenger69 for editing and suggestions, he made it better.

There is no underage sex nor exposure to the same.

My name is Jenny Benedict. As I write this, I'm thirty-seven years old and soon to be divorced, with three grown daughters: Kelli, Billie, and Vicki. Kelli is twenty-two, I know, oops, I went to a party and had too much of everything, Mogen David and 7-Up, ecstasy, and the evidence suggests a red-headed father of the house, the party was in. It was all hushed up; he paid a lot of money until Kelli turned eighteen.

Billie is fifteen, and Vicki is fifteen too, fraternal twins. My boss is the biological father, Felipe Martinez. I fucked around so often that Teddy got work all around the country to be away from me. Texas, twice; Manhattan, NY; New Jersey; Chicago; Boise, Idaho; Walla Walla, Washington; and Baker City, Oregon.

We both hid money from each other, although I never found his, he found all of mine. Every spouse whose man or wife I fucked got some video as a parting gift. Kelli actually loves Teddy because he was a good father and listened to her as she grew up. When I gave birth to Billie and Vicki in Seattle at the nurse midwife birthing center at Virginia Mason, Teddy had not been there when Kelli was born, when Billie was out, the nurse swaddled her as I was still busy with pushing out Vicki, while Teddy walked over to the 'warming table' as they washed her off and she was almond colored. Teddy stood up, turned and stared at me, shook his head, and said, "You fucking, cheating cunt, in a conversational tone and left the birthing center."

Teddy is six feet one, two hundred ten pounds, thick and strong. He arrived at Felipe's home and walked around to the backyard, and his wife Maria saw him, knew Teddy, and saw the fury in his face. She gathered her four children, urging them inside, telling Felipe, "This is the last time, asswipe."

Teddy had feinted with his right hand and then hooked him to the short ribs, also known as a kidney punch. Felipe sank to his knees, having been paralyzed in pain, and was aware briefly that Teddy clubbed the side of his face and nose, breaking his jaw and nose, and was losing consciousness as Teddy tried to punt his nuts into the neighbor's yard twice.

Teddy left. Maria pretended to forget her soon-to-be ex-husband was in the backyard. She deadbolted all the doors and put the children to bed. At about midnight, she heard Felipe making noises in the backyard, called 911 and said there was a prowler in the backyard. The police came, and Felipe told them this was his home. Unable to produce identification as his wallet had been incinerated in their trash burner in the basement, she said her husband Felipe, looked nothing like this, which was generally true, and lied to the police, saying her husband was out of town on business.

Felipe grew belligerent and was tased and off to the county jail to be held over until Monday to be charged. Marie put all of her clothes and the children's in soft bags and had her older brother, who owned what is called a "chop shop" for stolen cars, but had never been caught, came over and put Marie and her children into his Escalade, took the three sets of keys for the two Infiniti sedans and GMC Yukon and were gone. Mari and the children were driven to Portland, Oregon, where they flew to Taos, New Mexico, and had new identities, and in a reasonably short time, she remarried a handsome older man who was Hispanic with some Hopi heritage.

Our marriage limped along, mainly due to Teddy being devoted to Kelli, and he was kind to the twins, too. When they were in the first grade, my old firm rehired me. I was in Personnel Management, payroll, and benefits.

Teddy refused to fuck me for two years, and then he hate fucked me once a week, pulling on my hair, smacking my ass and my titties, which I actually enjoyed thereafter. Little did he know about Felipe's efforts to turn me into a pain slut, bondage, beating, letting others cane me, and fuck me.

So it should be mentioned that the reason people thought about fucking me is my thirty-two double EE-Cup breasts with the pink areolas, and of course, my soft, very big ass. I'm only five feet one, but I normally wear heels, so my functional height ranges from five feet four to five feet six. My girls enter any room before I do. When I first started masturbating, pulling on my nipples caused my cunny to tingle.

So even before I went back to work, Mom and Dad would watch the girls, and I'd go to one of our clubs and get my brains fucked out. The girls were four when I saw Felipe at one of our clubs, he was cross-dressing and soon to be a tranny, the goal being post-operative with a cunt and ass. He was already on HRT and had cute little titties, but with lots of operations. He was cute.

After a year, I started a long-term relationship with the head of Human Resources, who was a statuesque, red-headed, wealthy woman in her mid-forties.

We'd been at it for about six months when Liz Magnusson professed her love for me and asked me to move in with her and her much older hubby. I knew that she was the "one". Teddy called the next day and said that he was on his way back from Plano, Texas, and would be home Thursday night.

I told Liz and said I was going to tell Teddy about our love and my moving in with here. She suggested that I say that I want to stay married, but it was accidental, nobody wanted to hurt his feelings, and so we could keep up appearances. Plus, that Liz would pay him ten thousand dollars a month. I thought to myself that if I were Teddy, I'd be all over that and free to find a new woman.

I went into her office and she bent me over her desk and fisted my cunt and it was multi-orgasmic.

Teddy arrived early, the kids were in summer camp, and Kelli was a camp counselor, actually. Liz had one of her men load all of my clothes and shoes into a company panel van; her hubby owned our company, so when Teddy arrived, the panel van was there along with Liz's Mercedes SUV, the van had the company name on the side.

Teddy, not being stupid, deduced that I was leaving him. Meanwhile, Liz and I were in the backyard, I was working up some liquid courage to talk to Teddy with some freshly squeezed orange juice and Stoli orange vodka, for the perfect screwdriver.

Teddy had heard our chattering and stood for some time before Liz noticed him.

She stood and strode to him, holding her hand out to shake his, which he ignored. Continuing, she said, "You must be Teddy, I'm Liz Magnusson, I've been looking forward to meeting you."

Teddy ignored the parlay and said, "Is that your fucking truck and car in my driveway, with the truck full of Jenny's shit? You have five minutes to get your bony, skanky ass off my property, before I take a sledgehammer to it, all of it and take this chubby little plumper with you."

If this were an MMA fight, Liz had taken two kicks to the side of her head and was on the ropes, but she tried to fight back, "She is half owner and this is a community property state..."

Teddy interrupted her and said, "This was my parents' house; as such, it's a premarital asset. You have two minutes, ask Jenny how Felipe is doing, you bony ass slut."

I said, "We must run, I've got everything I need, he will hurt everyone, now, honey."

We just made it away, except for the baseball that shattered the back window of her SUV. Liz remarked, "Sweet Jesus, he's not a wimp, does he have a small dick?"

I said, "No, he's a wonderful lover with his dick, tongue, and fingers. It's just that I've never loved him. The kids are nuts for him; he's a great dad."

"Well," said Liz, "We are a bit different from 'Ozzie and Harriet,' aren't we dear?"

"Yes, honey, I feel relieved to be away from him."

I was served at work for the dissolution of our marriage, citing infidelity, which was to curry favor with the Judge for the rights of who had custody of the girls. I didn't want custody, mostly Teddy and his parents took them to and from school, made them dinner, Teddy's health insurance, which I was immediately dropped from, carried the girls.

Teddy sued Liz's hubby's company for ignoring their company policy of superior personnel fucking their subordinates, contributing to the demise of the relationship and family.

Teddy's old family attorney, Jeremiah Feinberg, had us penned in. Teddy won a two-million-dollar settlement after paying Jeremiah. None of the children wanted anything to do with Liz or me, echoing Teddy's language about cheating sluts.

Since Liz and my combined income was way more than Teddy's, he was still able to get both child support and spousal support.

Since we were sort of getting married, we went to premarital counselling, and it came out that I was basically a slut. She asked how many people I had slept with, which was awkward, since the number I thought with hook-ups added up to close to a hundred, and I still thought it was probably more, I mean, you lose count at sorority parties I went to.

Finally, I said to the therapist, "Is there something wrong with me? I've cheated on Teddy constantly, he's a nice guy and I love him, but there's never been the spark between us. She gave me something to read:

Serial adulterous wives may have underlying psychological tendencies that contribute to their repeated infidelity.

These can include:

• Narcissism: Individuals with narcissistic traits may have a strong sense of entitlement and a lack of empathy, leading them to believe they are justified in seeking admiration and validation outside of their primary relationship.

• Low self-esteem: Some serial cheaters may use infidelity as a way to boost their self-esteem and seek external validation from multiple partners to fill an emotional void or feelings of inadequacy.

• Impulsivity: Serial infidelity may be linked to difficulty with impulse control, leading individuals to act on their desires for immediate gratification without considering the long-term consequences of their actions on their partners or relationships.

• Avoidant or disorganized attachment styles: These attachment styles can manifest as difficulties with intimacy, commitment, and a fear of abandonment, potentially leading to a cycle of seeking and then distancing from partners through infidelity.

• History of trauma or unresolved emotional issues: Past experiences, such as childhood trauma or dysfunctional family dynamics, can contribute to insecure attachment styles and a tendency to seek unhealthy coping mechanisms like serial infidelity to deal with emotional pain or unresolved wounds.

However, it is important to note that.

• Not all women who cheat are serial cheaters or have underlying mental health conditions.

• Infidelity can stem from a variety of factors, including relationship dissatisfaction, unmet needs, or situational circumstances.

• Therapy and counseling can play a crucial role in addressing the root causes of serial infidelity and help individuals develop healthier coping mechanisms and relationship patterns.

• Understanding these potential psychological underpinnings is crucial in addressing and potentially breaking the cycle of repeated infidelity.

"So, I said, "Martians shot me with their slut ray gun?"

She laughed and said, "Works for me."

End of, "Is there something wrong with me?"