be have been married for 21 (M52), (F46)years and I have been with my wife for 28 years. We lived in Colorado for 21 years. We moved out to get away from the Midwest and both loved the mountains. We built ourselves a life there. I was always more outdoorsy than her and she was always more social than me. When our daughter was born she became our focus. I could tell my wife was having some postpartum depression problems and as soon as breastfeeding became an option satisfactory to my wife, she would spend a lot of time with her friends. As the years went by it became apparent to me that she was spending more time with one of her friends in particular. Her friend , Ryan, she met about a year before we were married. I was suspicious of him as soon as she introduced him to me. But I trusted her. I swallowed my instincts. Ryan was a good looking guy and I would always catch him checking out her breasts. My wife was proud of her perfectly shaped C-cups and liked the attention she received when she wore “high cleavage” outfits or loose v necks without a bra.
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I was working from my home office one day and had forgotten that we were getting an upgrade from our ISP that day. My wife was in bed when the doorbell rang. She jumped out of bed as our dog barked at the door. I was in the middle of a project and just kind of listened as she greeted him, let him in and showed him our basement stairs. I heard her pour herself a cup of coffee and then she opened the basement door and asked the technician if he wanted her to pour him a cup. The tone in her voice was flirty.and it got my attention. I decided to hold my position in the office and continue my work but tuned my ears to listen and spy. There had been a few times in our relationship that I had questioned her loyalty, but had been rebuffed and shamed for even thinking that of her.
I heard him top the stairs and tell her that he was thankful for her generosity and gladly took the cup of coffee. They were visiting and her voice remained flirty, I decided to take a peek into the living room and saw her bent over in front of him putting sugar in his cup. Her loose sleep shirt collar wide open as the technician stared at the perfect tits fully visible through the opening. I retreated to my office and sat down a little hard on my chair. It made an audible sound that rang through the house. I heard my wife go silent and quickly shuffle back into the bedroom. She then came to my office with a cup of coffee in her hand and informed me that the technician was almost done and that she had forgotten I was starting my day in the home office today. The technician finished and left.
One day, she had been hanging out with Ryan and forgot to pick our 10 year old daughter up from school. With me at work and my wife not answering her phone multiple times, my daughter decided to walk home. It was a long walk to get home. A car pulled up next to her while she was walking home. The man in the car asked her if she wanted a ride home. She said no, but he followed her. She started to run and scream as she felt his hand on her shoulder stopping her cold. He bent down and slapped her telling her she had nowhere to run. Just then he collapsed before her right after a loud thumping noise. As the offender collapsed his vacancy revealed the school resource officer. He had heard some reports and was canvassing the area around the school to investigate when he saw what happened. He had saved her from anything further happening, but the scar cut deep and gave her nightmares.
This caused us to move away from Colorado and back to the Midwest. Over the next 6 years my wife was in deep depression. She was sick a lot, she couldn't work much because of a bad back. She gained a lot of weight and never exercised. On her days off she would sometimes just lay in bed all day.
Living back in the Midwest, I became reacquainted with my wife's 27 year old niece. We really formed a strong bond. She was having alcohol dependency problems. I helped her through detox and sobriety. We hung out and talked about everything and anything and enjoyed each other’s company. She was very supportive of me and my daughter. She slowly became my emotional "rock." She would talk me into confronting my wife to try to get help through therapy and physical exercise to which my wife was unreceptive and resistant at every request. I told my wife several times that both me and my daughter forgave her for any fault she was feeling in regard to my daughter's assault but I could tell she had never forgiven herself. She could not break her depression. Her niece would go over to our house while I was at work unannounced a lot. She loved hanging out with my daughter and I think she was curious if my wife was cheating on me when I was at home. One evening, while I was at work, I received a text message from her niece asking if I was free to call and talk to her about something she had seen. I called her back and she explained that she had been at the house when she heard some muffled moans coming from my bedroom. She went on to say she quietly walked out in to the hall between the bedrooms and told me “ I’m pretty sure I was hearing exactly what I thought I was hearing.” She told me that she then walked into the bathroom that is between the rooms and pulled the door shut hard and pretended to be on the phone. She heard the moaning stop and then heard a few things bang around. Her niece then flushed the toilet and walked out of the bathroom to see what she was sure was the back of Ryan’s head adding that he was wearing his work shirt. The thing is, the shirts from the company Ryan works for could be identified easily because they were neon green with a distinctive graphic design on the back. As she was watching him disappear, my wife walked out the bedroom door and her niece described her as flushed and sweaty. When my niece asked what was going on and why Ryan in the room with her, my wife’s response was nervous as she told her that Ryan was fixing a leak on the toilet that had become a problem. My niece told me that Heather looked down as she was trying to get her explanation out. I may have made some well based assumptions based on that info. I was so mad, but didn’t know how to breach the conversation with my daughter wrapped around my leg as had become her habit when I got home from work ever since the assault. So I decided to bide my time to find the right time for the conversation. My wife began avoiding me and she would always have an excuse or an errand she had to run right after I would get home. Then I would get a text hours later that she had had a few too many drinks with her friend and that she was going to stay overnight to avoid a D.U.I.
Her niece had made a decision to move to Florida to pursue a new career. I supported her. I helped her set a budget to save the money for a comfortable move, helped her find an apartment, got her set up with health insurance and everything else needed to relocate and start a new life. She reached her goals and moved. It was very hard for both of us to say goodbye as we cried. I think the weight of the emotional bond we had formed over the last years appeared clearly to us. We packed her car and she had a friend ride with her with the Midwest in the rear view mirror. They arrived the next day and started a 30 day binge. Drinking to dangerous levels daily, passing out and repeat became the norm as she hid from the unknown world she had entered.
She would call me and ask me to stay on the phone with her while she slept. I talked her in to trying a detox, which failed. She called one night and said she needed me to come there to help her get sober. I went.
I arrived and found her passed out on her mattress next to her unassembled bed frame. Vomit in a trash can next to her. I threw all of her bedding in the washer, assembled her bed, organized her clothes and cleaned her apartment while she slept it off. She finally woke up at 9pm that evening and went to take a shower. I made her bed with her freshly laundered bedding.
She got out of the shower and put on a tank top and light shorts. She laid down on the bed and turned on the TV I had mounted on the wall while she slept. I informed her that I had removed all of the alcohol from her apartment. She agreed and said she was definitely craving but also feeling much better after the shower. I sat on the unfurnished living room floor reading a book while she thumbed through the channels in her bedroom.
She called to me and asked if I would like to watch something with her, so I went in. She was laying on her stomach and smiled at me as she started whatever show she had decided on and tapped her shoulders telling me to rub her back. I and sat by her and started on her shoulders. The tension built quickly and she asked me if her shirt was in the way. I was speechless and flustered with lustful thoughts as she slipped it off as her b cups bounced and she laid back on her stomach. I massaged her back for a while until I became so nervous I stopped.
She slowly rolled over on her back and stared at me, her perfect body before me with her breasts on display. A tiny pair of thin shorts away from naked. Her knees bent and together fell apart as she said,
"time to do my front." As her knees fell open her labia was partially exposed as her hand slowly dropped and completed the exposure pulling her shorts out of the way as she watched me melt. I lost control. I gave in to the temptation. My head dropped into her as my tongue found her clitoris easily and parted her labia tasting her furiously as her hands gripped the back of my head pushing me against her as she moaned and bucked and quickly came a pulsating orgasm. I felt her thighs squeezing my head hard and her entire body convulsed as she screamed and moaned. After what seemed like about 30 seconds to a minute, the grip of her thighs slackened and she pulled at me and said, "get up here and fuck me now." I did just that. I quickly undressed and mounted her missionary and pushed inside her. She was so wet that my cock went in easily. I fucked her slowly at first. She was so tight, her vagina gripping me with every push and pull. She started moaning as I increased intensity which just made me fuck her harder and harder. She came again hard as her hands gripped my ass holding me inside her as her hips pulsed uncontrollably. My sweat dripped onto her chest as we worked through her intense orgasm. She pulled away and got on her hands and knees and I pushed into her from behind. I started slow looking down at the perfect ass while watching my cock stretch her perfect little pussy as I pushed it in and pulled it back. I started pounding her again as her reactions and sounds intensified. She screamed so loud that I was absolutely sure that the neighbors would probably complain. Her hands braced on the head board as it pounded in to the wall as she came a third time and a fourth. As her hips bucked and her body pulsed during that fourth orgasm I exploded inside her in what will forever be the most intense orgasm I have ever had. It was the first sex I had had in over 4 years and the euphoria I achieved was unmatched. My eight inches buried in her as my cum filled her and leaked out around the base as I pushed harder, feeling my balls constricting as they emptied themselves, a sensation I've never felt before, but would feel many times over the next 5 days.
My reality disappeared through those next days. I fucked her almost non stop over the next 5 days. I fucked her mouth, I fucked her pussy and l even got a green light on her ass. I spent a lot of time eating her out, rimming her and making her cum at my will. It was amazing. I never wanted it to end. But it did.
On my last morning there she woke me up by sucking my dick. That was an amazing experience in itself going from dreaming to opening my eyes and as the fog of sleep cleared up I see her lips wrapped around my cock and her eyes locked on mine as she bobbed her head up and down. Then she did it. She forced her head down and her lips rested against my pelvis as the tip of my cock entered her esophagus. She held it there as she gagged for what seemed an eternity. She pulled it out and saliva dripped off my cock and drool streamed from her mouth and she looked at me as “not sad” tears streamed down her face. Her hand stroked me hard and slow as I felt myself about to explode she told me to cum in her mouth and sunk me all the way down her throat her lips straining for my pelvis again as I unloaded hard as she gagged and held herself on me until I was emptied. She pulled herself off of me and collapsed in a ball next to me coughing, drooling and staring at me in the eyes. I spent my last 4 hours eating her pussy and giving her orgasms over and over. I made her cum more than 20 times that morning. I fucked her once more somewhere in there but I literally licked her ass and pussy until my uber gave me a second notification. I grabbed my luggage and was wiping my mouth dry on my way out the door.
I got on my flight. I got home. I savored the taste of her in my mustache. I kissed my wife, making sure she tasted and smelled the pussy I had spent the last 5 days worshipping. I began my reality again. I lived my life as if nothing had happened.
I finally told her about 6 months later. We are separated awaiting a divorce. Turns out she also had some extracurricular activities going on recently as well with a different guy. We are finally communicating with somewhat civility and she is happy to not have her affair weighing on her as much as the relief I have. She also copped to her ongoing affair with Ryan that included a romp under the sheets on the night before our wedding and a coat closet quickie at the reception. Making Ryan the first person my wife had sex with after the ceremony. I was 100% aloof to that piece of blatant disrespect until the papers were signed.
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