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29/12/2023
My wife and I have been married for just over 4 years and have been together for nearly 8. I’m a really handsome guy and work out 3-4 times a week. I could have found a better looking wife but her family wealth was really attractive to me. If it weren’t for her trust fund I wouldn’t have a Corvette and two brand new motorcycles.
One thing I learned early however is that less attractive women are better lovers. Additionally, my father told me that you’re less likely to be dumped by an ugly girl than a beautiful one. I took advantage of this knowledge and thought I had got everything right. I had all the sex I wanted whenever I wanted it. Not only that, sometimes I couldn’t keep up with her needs. With all that being said, I loved my wife and thought we’d spend a lifetime together.
Recently, things changed and out of nowhere I started to receive a barrage of accusations of infidelity. What started as random comments turned into consistent aggressive and uncomfortable situations of suspicion.
"Why can't you trust me?" I continually pleaded, frustration rising within me. I tried to reason, to explain, but the words fell on deaf ears. I felt helpless, drowning in a sea of baseless accusations.
I found myself walking on eggshells, censoring my actions, afraid of igniting another round of accusations. I grappled with the decision: to continue enduring the relentless accusations or to break free from the suffocating grip of doubt.
The weight of my decision to leave her pressed heavily on my heart. It was during one of those moments, a fleeting glance at her phone, that I stumbled upon a reality more painful than I could have imagined.
Messages, hidden in plain sight, revealed a truth I never wished to confront. Her betrayals stared back at me from the screen, shattering the last remnants of trust I held. The accusations she hurled at me, the doubts that poisoned our love, now seemed like a shield to hide her own infidelity.
In that moment, the decision I grappled with seemed almost inconsequential. The love I once cherished lay shattered, irretrievably damaged by her deceit. As the weight of this set in, my choice was made.
Holding her phone, I made a decision borne out of a cocktail of hurt, anger, and a desperate need for closure.
With trembling fingers, I navigated through her messages, finding the ones from her lover. I composed a message, adopting her tone and language, arranging a meeting—a chance to catch them red-handed, to witness the deceit unfold before my eyes.
On Sundays I went to church with my parents and then to their house for a couple hours. I had placed a couple hidden cameras and left. I also blocked his number on her phone so that their plans wouldn’t change.
I left as I normally did but this time didn’t go to church. I waited patiently while the trap was set. I must have missed when he arrived and learned he parked in the garage for cover. It wasn’t until I got notifications on my phone that I knew he was there.
In high resolution with my own eyes I watched it all unfold. Seeing them together, oblivious to the pain they'd inflicted, was a torment I couldn't bear. Just as I was about to stop watching this live evidence of her affair, a third person showed up on my screen, it was another man. As soon as he arrived the scene changed and unwitnessed unbearable sights. I couldn’t watch for very long and left. I had taken the Corvette that day and drove for the next couple of hours while I contemplated my next steps.
When I got home she wasn’t there. I watched the video and couldn’t believe what I saw. As soon as the second man arrived she left and came back in barely anything. She undressed each of them slowly and started to fellate one of them. He was on the couch and she was bent over. The second man then moved behind her and put his face in her ass. This continued and then the second man stood behind her and started to penetrate her. With only one wide angle camera hidden in the corner of the living room I can’t say for certain, but it didn’t look like he wore a condom. The two guys switched positions and kept at it. All of a sudden they all looked startled and glanced towards the door. The one f**king her from behind left the field of view and when he came back there was another man with him. He quickly took his clothes off while the other two picked up where they left off. He came over and started to put his hands all over my wife while she was enjoying these other men. Soon they switched positions and she was on her knees on the floor. The new guy got on his knees in front of her when she started to lick his ass and jerk him off. Then the first guy moved over to get his dick sucked by the new guy. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and although I didn’t want to continue,felt like I had to see what happened.
My wife got off the floor and laid face up on the couch. The first guy got on top of her and started pounding. The new guy leaned over and started kissing her while the second guy put his penis in his ass. Everyone looked sweaty and they were going at a fast pace. After the second guy came in the new guys ass, he sat on my wife’s face and she licked it until the other guy came in her pussy. After they finished it looked like they went to separate bathrooms to clean up. Eventually all four of them ended up in our bed. The second and new guy cuddled and kissed while my wife and the first guy did the same. This didn’t go on for too long and then the new guy got up and I saw him get dressed in the living room and leave.
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom the other two stuck around for more. The first guy was laying on my side of the bed while the second on hers. She started to get them both hard by sucking each of their penis. Then she reached to the nightstand and opened the drawer where she keeps lube. She generously put some on the first guys penis and then put more on her hand and put her hand between her legs for a few seconds. Then she turned around, got on top of the first guy, grabbed his penis and sat herself on it. They were going slow and then I realized he was in her ass. After she got all the way down she leaned back and then the second guy put his in too. I could tell if he was in her vagina or ass. They slowly f**ked for a really long time. Eventually the second second guy was doing her missionary when the first guy moved to put himself in the second guys ass. He stopped and I assumed he came. A few minutes later the second guy forced himself completely down my wife’s throat and finished too. Then for the second time in one day I saw her clean semen from a man’s ass with her tongue.
I saw disgusted. The second guy left right away while the first stuck around. I never understood why we had five sets of the same sheets and as I watched her change the bed, I realized why. They both got dressed and left.
A storm of emotions raged within me—pain, disbelief, and a raw, unyielding anger. Yet, amidst the chaos, a sense of clarity emerged. I had to confront the truth, to face the reality that I needed to find closure and move forward.
I decided to go to my brothers house to borrow his truck and trailer. Afterwards I went home, loaded up the Harley and Ducati and filled the truck with garbage bags filled with my clothes. I also made a copy of the video and cue’d it up on the TV.
When she made it home and walked in the door she at first looked puzzled. This was followed a rage of anger and accusation she unleashed towards me. With my newfound knowledge I remained calm and waited for for her to finish. When she finished I remained silent. She then asked why I wasn’t saying anything. My continued silence aggravated her. Eventually in a soft voice I said “I just have one question” in a loud reply scream she shouted “what is it?” I asked her simply “have you ever cheated on me?” which led to a torrent of denials and further accusations. While this continued, I changed from the football game playing muted on the television to the captured footage with full audio. She turned from loud and animated to silent and frozen. She eventually ran to the bedroom and locked the door. As I reached for the door to leave I realized I almost forgot something. I walked down to the basement, opened the safe and grabbed all of the nearly 100 ounces of gold I’ve accumulated in addition to a large stack of cash.
I’m taking a break now at a rest stop headed to the Southernmost point of the state of Florida. My brother wasn’t happy to hear I left with his truck but he’ll get over it. I didn’t even tell him any of the story I just shared with you.
Goodbye 2023.
One thing I learned early however is that less attractive women are better lovers. Additionally, my father told me that you’re less likely to be dumped by an ugly girl than a beautiful one. I took advantage of this knowledge and thought I had got everything right. I had all the sex I wanted whenever I wanted it. Not only that, sometimes I couldn’t keep up with her needs. With all that being said, I loved my wife and thought we’d spend a lifetime together.
Recently, things changed and out of nowhere I started to receive a barrage of accusations of infidelity. What started as random comments turned into consistent aggressive and uncomfortable situations of suspicion.
"Why can't you trust me?" I continually pleaded, frustration rising within me. I tried to reason, to explain, but the words fell on deaf ears. I felt helpless, drowning in a sea of baseless accusations.
I found myself walking on eggshells, censoring my actions, afraid of igniting another round of accusations. I grappled with the decision: to continue enduring the relentless accusations or to break free from the suffocating grip of doubt.
The weight of my decision to leave her pressed heavily on my heart. It was during one of those moments, a fleeting glance at her phone, that I stumbled upon a reality more painful than I could have imagined.
Messages, hidden in plain sight, revealed a truth I never wished to confront. Her betrayals stared back at me from the screen, shattering the last remnants of trust I held. The accusations she hurled at me, the doubts that poisoned our love, now seemed like a shield to hide her own infidelity.
In that moment, the decision I grappled with seemed almost inconsequential. The love I once cherished lay shattered, irretrievably damaged by her deceit. As the weight of this set in, my choice was made.
Holding her phone, I made a decision borne out of a cocktail of hurt, anger, and a desperate need for closure.
With trembling fingers, I navigated through her messages, finding the ones from her lover. I composed a message, adopting her tone and language, arranging a meeting—a chance to catch them red-handed, to witness the deceit unfold before my eyes.
On Sundays I went to church with my parents and then to their house for a couple hours. I had placed a couple hidden cameras and left. I also blocked his number on her phone so that their plans wouldn’t change.
I left as I normally did but this time didn’t go to church. I waited patiently while the trap was set. I must have missed when he arrived and learned he parked in the garage for cover. It wasn’t until I got notifications on my phone that I knew he was there.
In high resolution with my own eyes I watched it all unfold. Seeing them together, oblivious to the pain they'd inflicted, was a torment I couldn't bear. Just as I was about to stop watching this live evidence of her affair, a third person showed up on my screen, it was another man. As soon as he arrived the scene changed and unwitnessed unbearable sights. I couldn’t watch for very long and left. I had taken the Corvette that day and drove for the next couple of hours while I contemplated my next steps.
When I got home she wasn’t there. I watched the video and couldn’t believe what I saw. As soon as the second man arrived she left and came back in barely anything. She undressed each of them slowly and started to fellate one of them. He was on the couch and she was bent over. The second man then moved behind her and put his face in her ass. This continued and then the second man stood behind her and started to penetrate her. With only one wide angle camera hidden in the corner of the living room I can’t say for certain, but it didn’t look like he wore a condom. The two guys switched positions and kept at it. All of a sudden they all looked startled and glanced towards the door. The one f**king her from behind left the field of view and when he came back there was another man with him. He quickly took his clothes off while the other two picked up where they left off. He came over and started to put his hands all over my wife while she was enjoying these other men. Soon they switched positions and she was on her knees on the floor. The new guy got on his knees in front of her when she started to lick his ass and jerk him off. Then the first guy moved over to get his dick sucked by the new guy. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and although I didn’t want to continue,felt like I had to see what happened.
My wife got off the floor and laid face up on the couch. The first guy got on top of her and started pounding. The new guy leaned over and started kissing her while the second guy put his penis in his ass. Everyone looked sweaty and they were going at a fast pace. After the second guy came in the new guys ass, he sat on my wife’s face and she licked it until the other guy came in her pussy. After they finished it looked like they went to separate bathrooms to clean up. Eventually all four of them ended up in our bed. The second and new guy cuddled and kissed while my wife and the first guy did the same. This didn’t go on for too long and then the new guy got up and I saw him get dressed in the living room and leave.
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom the other two stuck around for more. The first guy was laying on my side of the bed while the second on hers. She started to get them both hard by sucking each of their penis. Then she reached to the nightstand and opened the drawer where she keeps lube. She generously put some on the first guys penis and then put more on her hand and put her hand between her legs for a few seconds. Then she turned around, got on top of the first guy, grabbed his penis and sat herself on it. They were going slow and then I realized he was in her ass. After she got all the way down she leaned back and then the second guy put his in too. I could tell if he was in her vagina or ass. They slowly f**ked for a really long time. Eventually the second second guy was doing her missionary when the first guy moved to put himself in the second guys ass. He stopped and I assumed he came. A few minutes later the second guy forced himself completely down my wife’s throat and finished too. Then for the second time in one day I saw her clean semen from a man’s ass with her tongue.
I saw disgusted. The second guy left right away while the first stuck around. I never understood why we had five sets of the same sheets and as I watched her change the bed, I realized why. They both got dressed and left.
A storm of emotions raged within me—pain, disbelief, and a raw, unyielding anger. Yet, amidst the chaos, a sense of clarity emerged. I had to confront the truth, to face the reality that I needed to find closure and move forward.
I decided to go to my brothers house to borrow his truck and trailer. Afterwards I went home, loaded up the Harley and Ducati and filled the truck with garbage bags filled with my clothes. I also made a copy of the video and cue’d it up on the TV.
When she made it home and walked in the door she at first looked puzzled. This was followed a rage of anger and accusation she unleashed towards me. With my newfound knowledge I remained calm and waited for for her to finish. When she finished I remained silent. She then asked why I wasn’t saying anything. My continued silence aggravated her. Eventually in a soft voice I said “I just have one question” in a loud reply scream she shouted “what is it?” I asked her simply “have you ever cheated on me?” which led to a torrent of denials and further accusations. While this continued, I changed from the football game playing muted on the television to the captured footage with full audio. She turned from loud and animated to silent and frozen. She eventually ran to the bedroom and locked the door. As I reached for the door to leave I realized I almost forgot something. I walked down to the basement, opened the safe and grabbed all of the nearly 100 ounces of gold I’ve accumulated in addition to a large stack of cash.
I’m taking a break now at a rest stop headed to the Southernmost point of the state of Florida. My brother wasn’t happy to hear I left with his truck but he’ll get over it. I didn’t even tell him any of the story I just shared with you.
Goodbye 2023.
Poster:
Tomas
