divorcedlondon

Hello and welcome to my new blog, “divorcedlondon: the continuing adventures of discreetlondon.” That’s me, I’m discreetlondon.

This isn’t my first blog, but my second. My first blog is “discreetlondon: the secret internet diary of an unfaithful husband”, but it’s finished now. It reached its natural conclusion a few months ago and I decided to give blogging a wee rest.

If you haven’t read it, then you won’t know quite a bit of my background. That’s ok, as I’ll fill in the blanks as I go. Though of course, I wouldn’t stop you from reading it all! I’m even trying to get it published as a book.

I started my first blog as a place to disclose my deepest sexual secrets. What it became was much more than that. It turned into a chronicle of my downfall, but I like that mythical winged creature, the phoenix, I have arisen from the ashes, reborn!

I’ve only just returned from spending the summer on the island of Cyprus, in a town called Paphos. I’m feeling relaxed, refreshed and ready to resume my life, only better!

I’m tan, trim and looking good! Watch out ladies, DL is coming to get you all!

As I begin to rebuild my life, I wanted to start a new blog, with a brand new focus. I’ve given considerable thought to this new blog and it will be different from the first one. The truth is; I’m not the same person that wrote it. I’ve changed a lot since then and so has my life.

It may seem strange to you that I’ve thought about this blog, when all I’m really doing is writing about my life. It’s how I’m planning on writing about it, that’s what I mean. I’m aiming for a new approach.

My last blog began as a place for me to share my uncensored thoughts, feelings and experiences as I prolifically cheated on my wife. As it progressed, it turned into something much different.

Life yields plenty of twists, turns and surprises. My life has certainly been chock full of all three.

I know in my last blog, I became a bit of a hero to horny married men, around the world. The truth is, I’ve answered so many emails with questions from other married guys, provided useful tips and tricks, I think maybe I should become an “Agony Uncle” for a newspaper or magazine. Maybe I’ll even start a section on the blog, to answer questions from my fans.

This blog will be different. As I’ve pondered the direction this blog should take, I realised exactly what it probably will be about: New beginnings. It’s out with the old and in with the new.

At the moment, everything in my life is brand spanking new or needed. At the moment, I require quite a bit.

I’m in the market for a flat, a job and a car and all the additional goodies that go along with it. What might surprise you though, is I’ve already purchased a new computer.

I bought a laptop, an Apple PowerBook and so far I love it. Why didn’t someone tell me sooner how much better Apple’s are over PC’s and Windows. It’s thanks to a new acquaintance of mine that I even bothered to compare the two. Yes, the Apple costs more, but its well worth it when you see what you get!

I’ve got wi-fi access where I’m staying, so getting online is no longer a problem. And once I’ve got a flat of my own, I’ll set up my own home network.

I’ve been working with a guy named Doug to try to market my first blog. We haven’t gotten very far with it, though as Doug says its early days. I don’t know if he’s right or not, I kind of expected that it would be sold already.

I don’t know what the hold-up is really. My first blog is just crying out to be a book or a film or even a television series. If you don’t believe me, read it. Read all of it. I know some of you have already, I know that it’s popular and well received. I just can’t understand why no one has handed me pots of cash for it!

Anyway, the reason I mention Doug now is twofold. One, he has been a definite influence on my writing. He has taken the time to read my entire first blog, more than once and he’s offered a lot of constructive and useful criticism. He’s also been coaching me on my writing and he helped focus my mind for this blog.

The other reason his name has come up here is simple. He turned me on to Apple computers and helped me sort out the PowerBook. He’s a recent Apple convert himself and owns an iMac. He accompanied me to the Apple store on Regents Street when I ordered mine.

This blog is not going to be tech-geek corner, but I, as someone who works with computers, I am really blown-away by what my new machine can do. But the most important thing it can do is what I’m doing right now; blogging to my heart’s content.

I haven’t been able to do much blogging over the last few months. I’ll admit that partly it was down to me and my need to take a break. Stepping back a bit has done me the world of good, but it wasn’t the only reason.

I’ve also not been blogging because of practicalities. I suppose I should provide you all with a potted history of the last year or so of my life. Let’s face it, not everyone who visits my new blog will have read my first blog. At least, not until it’s out in paperback!

Last December, I started my first blog. I can’t believe it’s that long ago! At the time, I was happily married, working in a secure job and having the time of my life. What a difference nearly a year makes.

I should explain right now that I am a bit of a lady’s man. I love women, all women…any woman!

I was living with my wife at the time, but as the title of this blog suggests, I’m no longer with her. We’re still technically married, but only just. If you know anything about UK divorce law, we’ve had the “decree nisi” and we are waiting for the “decree absolute” to finalise the entire thing. I’m nearly free.

I was faithful to my wife for many years, but following the office Christmas party a couple years back, I had my first experience with another woman. Once I tasted the excitement, the pleasure, the thrilling rush, I knew I needed more. Much more.

My wife works as a nurse, at least she did until recently. When we were married, it meant that she kept unusual hours, which afforded me many opportunities for discreet adventures. She also worked many nights and weekends, which made it even easier to cheat.

What I didn’t know at the time, was like me, my wife was also cheating. There was one major difference, I screwed around with a variety of women and didn’t get attached to any of them.

My wife, on the other hand, had an affair with a work colleague. A doctor. She became pregnant by him and initially tried to pawn the baby off as mine. It didn’t work, I found her out.

She’s still with the doctor and due to give birth to their child right around now. Maybe she has already, I don’t remember her exact due date. I don’t expect to receive a birth announcement, but you never know.

Once I found out my wife was deeply involved with another man, we split up. To this day, my wife has no idea of how prolific my infidelities had been. I think she would be shocked if she discovered what a naughty boy I was, but even now, she never will!

I did think about telling her, once I established that she was cheating on me, but it would have been purely out of spite and that’s not a good enough reason. I honestly wish her nothing but the best of luck in the future with her new partner and child. I really mean it.

As our marriage crumbled around me, the next problem we had to solve was our joint ownership of our home. Thanks to her father’s generosity when we got married, we were able to buy a very nice place in west London. The catch to this was that I only had a 25% share of ownership.

Her father bought me out of my share, so I think she still lives there, probably with her new doctor lover. It would have been nicer if I properly owned half the house, but I’m not complaining. I still did OK out of the deal.

While all this was going on, as I was losing my house and my wife, I also lost my job. That was the most unexpected development.

I’d been with my employers, a network solutions firm, for years; I was a sales-team leader with an excellent record of closing deals. My team were far and away the most successful in our company. We topped the sales reports every month for longer than I can count. It was a pretty good job, reasonably paid and I wasn’t expecting to lose it.

How did I lose it? It was a foolish mistake on my part. I slept with a young woman who worked in the office and it came back and bit me on the ass. She was actually only 17-years-old, which makes me especially naughty.

I fancied her the moment I laid eyes on her and when I realised she fancied me too, I was both shocked and encouraged. One night, after a few drinks in the pub after work, I arranged to meet her back in the office for a little rendezvous. I fucked her senseless against the big table in the conference room. It was better than good.

That is, until she confessed all to her mother when she got home that night.

Now her mother was a bitch and a half and she wouldn’t let it go. She began the process of a lawsuit, but offered to drop it if my boss sacked me. The suit got dropped and so did I. At least I received a tidy payout to prevent me from trying to sue them! That counts, I guess since I’ve got plenty of dosh in the bank.

So at the age of 38, I was left all alone, homeless and unemployed.

Well, not completely alone or homeless, thanks to my best mate, Bob. I’ve known Bob since I was a teenager, we’ve been best mates since then.

Bob went through a nasty divorce of his own, but has bounced right back. I stayed with him before going to Paphos. I’m back with him again at his new place in Paddington, until I can find a place of my own.

I really like this area, it is being regenerated in a big way, there’s construction all around! It’s quite central and I really like it. I might look for a rental flat in the same building, if I can afford it.

Bob’s the one who’s helped keep my head above water. I don’t know what I’d do without him!

Besides my best mate Bob and my new media associate, Doug, I have one other friend I should mention and that’s Elvis.

I met Elvis through a high-class escort I treated myself to not long as my marriage ended. She cost a fortune, but was worth it, she was fantastic. Had my wife and her new lover not walked in on us, it really would have been my perfect discreet evening!

This escort, besides being amazingly, stunningly beautiful also introduced me to the joys of cocaine. I had only tried it once before, but with the escort, I really got into it. She sold me my first wrap that night.

When I decided I wanted more, she hooked me up with Elvis, a Croatian guy who sells coke. Elvis is supremely cool as well as being a really nice guy. Whenever I score from him, he won’t take my money. He always tells me to “sort him out next time”.

I bought a pile of it before going to Paphos, as well as some Apcalis, which is the generic form of Cialis. Cialis is like Viagra, only better with less side effects and it’s much more long-lasting. Elvis sells Apcalis as well as charlie. I posted both to the flat where I was staying before I left London. It was all there waiting for me when I arrived! Result!

Now that I’m back, I need to see Elvis, not so much for the coke as the Apcalis. I don’t want to go back to Viagra and my stocks are running a bit low. It’s especially important because I can’t wait to start shagging again!

Just to tide me over, I’m planning on placing a couple of adverts on my favourite sleazy contact sites, craislist.org and gumtree.com – people have tried to track me down through these ads, because I’ve been sloppy about leaving clues to the contents of my postings. I won’t be that foolish again!

Bob’s away on a business trip to Europe at the end of the week, Germany, Holland and Luxembourg, the lucky bastard! That means I’ll be staying in his luxury flat all on my own, like a house-sitter. He’s even staying there over the weekend, so I should have four potential nights of discreet adventures! I can’t wait!

My other task, which will be less pleasant, is to start looking for work. This week is for me, but next week, starting on Monday, I’m officially on the hunt!

I’m a salesman, so it shouldn’t be too difficult, especially since I’m a damn good one. What I would really like is a management job, something better than a sales-team-leader. That would show those dickheads back at my old job.

I don’t really care what I sell, I could sell anything. Sales is really about selling yourself and on that score I truly excel. I’m not sure where to start, but I’m sure I’ll come up with something soon enough. Watch this space.

Usually, sales jobs come with company cars, so I’m not rushing to purchase one of my own. In this neighbourhood, parking can be impossible on the street and incredibly expensive for off-street. We’ll play it by ear.

As for my love life, well, that’s quite an open field now, thanks to my newly (almost) acquired single status. I can date openly as well as meet women for deliciously, devilish, discreet fun.

Once I’m settled, I’m going to try my luck with proper internet dating. I don’t mean usual NSA sites, but the traditional kind where people are looking for something more. Yes, more than a one-night stand, but less than a relationship! That could become my new motto!

I’m definitely not in any rush to begin another serious relationship, especially when there are so many women out there who could benefit from “the full discreetlondon treatment”!

I did have a near miss in Paphos with a local woman I had become involved with during my stay. Her name was Eleni and she was a beautiful young widow and businesswoman who lived in the town. She was starting to fall in love with me. I was just enjoying her company and sexual favours.

I was the first man she’d had since her husband died. Her needs and desires were deeply physical. She only thought that we had a connection on romantic level. She couldn’t see that all I did was reawaken her sexual side.

I made her cum so much that she would cry real tears. That should have been my first clue that she was getting too close.

She was screaming out for attention, but wouldn’t allow herself the privilege. At least, until I came along. Our affair last several weeks and only ended because I returned to London.

Here’s the first discreet confession of my new blog:

Eleni didn’t know I was returning to London. I didn’t tell her when or even if, we just carried on as normal.

When it came time to leave, I left her a brief note with the owner of our favourite restaurant in Paphos, with instructions for him to pass it on to her after my departure.

I don’t know how she’s taken it. I didn’t leave her any way to contact me. No address, no telephone number. Nothing.

The truth is: I just couldn’t face saying “good bye” and seeing what I expected her to be; a broken hearted woman. It was easier just to quietly go.

Here’s what the note said:

“Eleni,

By the time you read this, I will have departed for London.

You’re a wonderful woman and I’ve had a fantastic time sharing my summer with you!

Best of luck in the future!

Yours,
“discreetlondon”
xxxxx”

Obviously, I signed it with my real first name, but you’ll never find out what that is!

My first rule of blogging is a simple one. I’ll retain my anonymity at all costs. A few people have tried to identify me already and they’ve all failed, including a rather persistent tabloid reporter. No one will ever find me out!

The other rules of this blog will be the same as the last one, I’ll post when I can, aiming for around once a week. I’ll always tell the truth and I’ll try to share everything.

As always, I welcome your comments and emails and will try to respond to everyone who writes, especially you guys out there who are seeking my advice.

It’s great to be back and blogging. I’m looking forward to living my discreet life in a bigger, better way than ever before!