Yard Guy's Intentional Seduction

My name's Wendy, and I'm a thirty-year-old stay-at-home wife.When my husband, Mark, and I first started dating, I felt cherished and vibrant. We knew each other's bodies intimately, experimenting with everything. We were constantly in that honeymoon phase; we even got it on in his office once—talk about a thrill!Mark is amazing. He's handsome, successful, and utterly spoiled me.But six months ago, things changed. My happy marriage turned into a sexless one. He started working late all the time, and that thing became an afterthought.On our anniversary, I slipped into my black lace lingerie, hoping to reignite the spark. I wanted to reconnect.I wrapped my arms around him, whispering in his ear, "Honey, I want you."He pushed me away. "You stay home all day; you don't know how hard I work. Can't you be a little more understanding?"I was stunned. A wave of disappointment washed over me. I hadn't changed, but he had. His words lacked the tenderness he used to show me, rep

Samuel was oblivious to my discomfort, scooping me up in his arms."Don't move, my dear. I'll get you to bed."His scent, thick with hormones, filled my senses. Blushing, I inhaled deeply. The room still held the lingering aroma of our passion.Then I remembered the mess on the bed. By the time Samuel carried me inside, it was too late; the soaked sheets were undeniable.He smirked, "My dear, it seems your husband isn't quite meeting your needs."My face burned. I frantically pulled the covers over the stain, stammering,"No, it's not like that."Samuel chuckled, a smoldering intensity in his eyes, a smile both alluring and unsettling. Shame and embarrassment washed over me; I wanted him gone.But Samuel said,"Let me apply some ointment, or your ankle will be stiff for days."I looked at my swollen, throbbing ankle, and agreed."It's in the bedside table drawer."Samuel retrieved the ointment, his movements showcasing his powerful physique, making me blush again.That sa

After what Samuel said, I started watching my husband.Before, I believed in trust between husband and wife, never checking his phone or email.But since I started suspecting him, I've noticed more and more things.He's always sneaking off to use his phone, and at night, he keeps it under his pillow, like he's hiding it.Sometimes he laughs at his phone, all by himself.All this shows me he's seeing someone else!When he was in the shower, I snuck his phone. I wanted to see who his side chick was.But I searched high and low, and there was nothing. His messages were wiped clean, no trace left.He's too careful. No proof whatsoever.I talked to a lawyer. We drafted divorce papers, and I want him to leave with nothing.The lawyer said I need proof of his cheating; otherwise, he might not have to give up everything.He also said the Samuel chat logs aren't enough proof. They're incomplete and could be faked. They don't hold up in court.My husband is too smart; there's nothing