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Man, everything’s flipped upside down now. She’s finally spilled the beans about her hot past with this guy, stuff I never could’ve pictured her doing. Our marriage? Totally different, and now he’s part of our life too. But yeah, let’s go step by step…
Those first weeks were hell. He’d show up at our house all the time and fuck my wife right there, while I was home. She’d cheat on me in our own place. I’d hear them laughing, chatting, but then the moaning and straight-up fucking, no holding back. The smell of sex was everywhere, and I felt so humiliated while listening to her orgasms. At the same time, the thought of my wife cheating on me in our home with his big cock was crazy hot.
At that time, he only came in the mornings, and through his shift schedule, I soon knew when he would show up. But that changed when she started dropping the kids at the grandparents more because they’re just 10 minutes away. Kids loved it, grandparents too, no problem with afternoons or sleepovers. They had no clue she was doing it to get fucked by her lover. Everyone was happier, I guess, and what could I say? Nothing.
[main story]I’ll never forget the first afternoon visit. I was just standing in the open kitchen when my wife cheerfully came into the living room with the kids and said that she had just called and would now take the kids to the grandparents. She threw me a quick glance over her shoulder and danced out the door without another word. When she was back, she headed straight upstairs and shortly after that the door bell rang. I open up, thinking it’s the mail guy, but nope – it’s her lover, just walks right past me, no hello or nothing. I couldn’t have stopped him physically anyway, but I was in shock for a moment. However, my wife seemed to have been expecting him and beamed at him. She had changed clothes, put on makeup, and done her hair. Now she was wearing only this short summer dress she bought in Thailand a few years ago, thin as hell, hugging her body… you could see every curve, her nipples poking through. She was turned on already. She had to stand on her tiptoes as she hugged him in greeting. Her dress rode up a bit, and I saw that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He bent down to her, grabbed her face with one hand, and shoved his tongue into her mouth. With the other hand, he groped her ass. They were all over each other, wildly kissing and touching.
Then she turned around, looked me straight in the eyes, and said: “I was so horny I couldn’t wait two more days! You don’t mind, do you?” She didn’t wait for an answer; she just slowly began grinding her ass against his cock, right in front of me. He was squeezing her tits through the dress, and she did’t break eye contact with me. I was frozen, couldn’t move…
My wife apparently couldn’t wait any longer. She whispered in a horny, soft voice: “Touch me.” Lifts her dress, spreads a leg a bit. Grabs his hand, puts it between her thighs. I watch him slip two fingers in her wet pussy under the dress. His arm tenses up, muscles popping, as he fingers her hard, right in front of me. She moans, he goes wilder, arm pumping up and down, gripping her tight. “I’m cumming,” she keeps moaning until she had an intense orgasm. She shivered and could barely stand but he carried her with his hand still between her legs. After a minute or so she looked at me, satisfied and happy and said: “That was sooo good! And now I need his big cock inside me!”. She pulled down his pants. I saw her stroking his plump, thick cock until it was hard. Then she turned again, closed her legs together, and faced toward me. She pulled her dress up and revealed her ass to him. Then she whispered straight to my face: “Now watch what a real cock can do to me!” She had a smile on her face when his massive cock entered and stretched her wet pussy apart. He grabbed her arms, pulled her body close to him, and held her by the elbows while he fucked her slowly and deeply from behind. I saw how his thick cock plunged between her legs into her dripping pussy… he fucked her like a toy, and she loved it. I never did that with her, my dick wasn’t long enough. His thrusts got harder and his cock slid deep into her wet pussy making her moaned loudly. He had absolute control, and after what felt like forever, he pumps his cum deep in her. His cum squirts out with each push. Then he lets her drop, his cock pops out shiny with their mess, stands there half-hard, big and heavy, staring at me. I stare at his powerful cock hanging there, impressive as hell, and he just says: “Your wife is mine and has always been.”
I didn’t reply to him since we were not really talking to each other. I was still aroused and watched my wife standing up with her hands between her legs, trying to prevent his cum from dripping out of her pussy onto the floor. But it was too much…
They both went to the bathroom, leaving me alone, speechless, aroused, and humiliated as fuck, looking at his cum on the floor.
My head was going crazy… this dirty whore… was a fucking sex maniac! what the hell did he mean by “always”? Has she been hiding even more from me? How long has this been going on? What about our marriage? What about our kids? Are they even mine? What kind of life am I looking at if we divorce? What would anybody think if they get to know what’s going on in our family? What would that do to the whole family, the kids, my life? And what’s the alternative…?
But in the end, those images of him pounding her right in front of me… They just drowned out everything else…
Looking back, that was when I gave in completely, accepted it all without a word. I wanted to stay, live this life and watch my wife, this dirty whore, get fucked. ?
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