A chance encounter on a couple’s retreat turns into my wife to a sugar baby and me into a cuck [M/F 34, M 55][True Story][Part 2][Some cheating]

Part 1

The few days after Nora's encounter with Vince, I became obsessed with the thoughts of seeing them together. I would ask her to share more details about how it was like with him, but she would brush it off to the point the she got irritated about the whole thing. On the contrary, she was more attentive and even initiated sex. The funny thing is that during sex, she would tease me about fucking her like Vince, but after I cum in her, she would say she was just playing with me.

It went like this for some days until one day, she told me that later that night, a friend of hers invited her to a girl's night out to party because said friend got a promotion and that I should not wait for her for dinner because she will have dinner with her friend and her friend's group. I asked her who that friend was and she said it was someone I don't know who she met at the gym. It was weird because I know almost all of her friends and she is not the type of person to casually make new friends with people at the gym. I tried to believe her but something felt off.

Over the course of the day, I tried to focus on work but after I came back home, I remembered that she once used my Macbook to check her emails, she is not very tech savvy and there is a chance she might have clicked save password by mistake when she signed in. When I checked saved passwords, her email password was there. Now I know my wife, she is not the type of person to use different passwords for different platforms, I tried to sign into her Apple ID account using the same saved password I found on my browser and it worked. I was there seeing all the stuff was being synced from her phone and there were plenty.

For a start, it wasn't a friend that she was seeing. It was Vince, who had another event from one of the guests at the first party and Vince invited her. It was clear that they were still talking too and that she went to his place a couple of times while I was still at work. Their texts were also not very subtle, and some of them made fun of my size. In one of the texts, Nora says that she needs to be careful because she is afraid she is getting addicted to his cock and that I don't compare. She also kept referring to him as Daddy. It was clear that he also got on on fucking another man's wife and getting her to release her inner slut. (For context, both myself and Nora immigrated from the Middle East where we both grew up in religious families and moved to the US, we are no longer religious but we were each other's first).

Then there were the pictures, there were pictures of them kissing, pictures of her sitting on his lap, pictures of them in the shower, pictures she took at our room and sent it to him, videos of her giving him a lap dance, videos of her twerking in a bikini on him. And then there were pictures from that night, being taken and synced in real time of them being at the event. There was a picture of her in a black bra and a black thong panties and him in his underwear, I suppose in his bed room getting ready with his hands grabbing her ass and then another picture at a lobby or something of him in a suit and tie and her wearing a clearly see through mess dress over the same bra and panties in the previous picture. She would have never went out like this with me or even thought about dressing like that.

I won't lie, I got real angry seeing this. But for some reason, the more I read their messages, the harder I got. I started jerking off to the pictures and the messages. Then I jerked off again and again. I would masturbate and few minutes later I am hard as a rock, which was weird because it usually takes me around an hour or so to get hard for the second time when we're having sex. I never masturbated 5 times in two hours but here we were.

I decided to confront Nora when she comes back, but weirdly enough I didn't want her to stop fooling around with Vince. In a lot of ways, I felt the anger wasn't that she was having an affair or fucking him. It was that she was fucking him while I wasn't in the room. I didn't know what to do, so I decided to wait. I saved a local copy of everything I found and decided to think about what I should do next. When she came home, I was still awake. I kissed her, and she smelled different, but I didn't comment and she told me she had a long and fun night and went to bed and I followed her soon. Our conversation will have to wait till the next morning.

TO BE CONTINUED