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I [M56] found out a few years ago that my wife of 20+ years [F54], my high school sweetheart, the love of my life, had been getting the shit fucked out of her behind my back for years by a good looking single stud – a tall, hung ex-college football player who works for her company in another part of the country.
They first met at the company’s big annual sales meeting, a three-day event at a resort in Orlando. On the last night, after an awards banquet, my wife was part of a large group of colleagues doing some celebratory drinking at one of the resort bars. She got introduced to him by a mutual friend and he started coming on to her right away, completely undeterred by her wedding ring and learning that she was married with a husband and two young kids at home. He was outgoing, confident, smooth, charming. She was flattered by his interest.
He bought her a Cosmo and continued flirting with her, and she started flirting back. He deftly maneuvered their conversation away from the group so they were now talking one on one. After her second Cosmo she was buzzed and becoming excited by his attention, by the direction their conversation was taking, by the possibilities. By this time he must have known she was ripe for plucking (and fucking). Eventually he suggested they go up to her room for “a nightcap” and without hesitating she said yes.
On the way to the elevators he pulled her behind some large tropical plants in the atrium lobby and kissed her passionately, and she kissed him back just as passionately. They rushed to the elevator and as soon as the door closed they resumed making out and groping each other. She later told me, “He kind of had me pinned against the back of the elevator. I could feel how turned on he was.” They pretty much burst into her room, frantically pulled each others’ clothes off, and fucked and sucked all night. She had never experienced sex like that before. Sex with a tall, muscular man with a very big cock who was very experienced and, apparently, very skilled. After that night she was literally addicted and kept going back for more, over and over for years.
When I found out I was totally shocked, hurt, enraged for a long time. I forced her to tell me every detail she could remember. I knew I could never even start to get past it until I knew everything. Once I found out his name I scoured the internet, social media and other sources for every scrap of information I could find about him, every photo, every fact, every woman he was associated with (there have been many), every mention of him anywhere. As a result I feel like I know him now, though he has no idea I found out.
Learning he’s a tall, good-looking, well-hung alpha male, a notorious player who fucks lots of women besides my wife, has stirred these feelings of jealousy, envy, even admiration of him, especially given how easily and thoughtlessly he fucked my wife, how instantly, hopelessly attracted to him she was, how she didn’t think twice about risking our marriage to ride his huge cock, not just once or twice but many times over many years. I don’t consider myself bi, but this dynamic between him and me is very strange, intensely erotic, and powerfully humiliating.
Once I got over the initial shock of finding out, and my anger started to fade, I found myself jerking off constantly to all the details I had forced out of her, all the mental images that used to torture me. Now I wouldn’t trade my experience for anything.
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