Wife’s Affair

I thought my wife of twenty five years was a real lady. She has always been so prim and proper, rarely swears, goes to church and can’t walk past the homeless without giving them money. I think she’s the most beautiful woman to have ever lived. She was my world.

My perfect life came crashing down when she confessed she had been having an affair with her boss. I never saw it coming, we were happy, or so I thought. This is not a really a confession, but advice should you ever find yourself in the hell I went through. The biggest piece of advice is DONT ask for the details!!! It’s the details that have destroyed my mind.

The affair started after a Christmas works party. He fucked my wife, my world in the mens toilet in a London night club. He fucked my lady and mother of my children in a piss soaked toilet!!!

The affair went on for over a year, this wasn’t a mistake, or a one night stand fuelled by alcohol, they planned and schemed how to be together for over a year. He fucked her in hotels, their office at night, night club toilets, one of his houses, and the back of his fucking car, parked on an industrial estate at night. I’ve never had sex in the back of a car with her, she was always worth more than that. Never ever ask for details, they play on your mind.

He put his filthy dick into the mother of my children, and the bride that took my breath away as she walked down the church aisle, in her pussy, mouth and her ass. He used her mouth, pussy and ass as cum buckets. The mouth that whispered she loved me at the church altar, was used as a sex toy by her boss. The pussy that brought me so much joy, and my children was defiled with another man’s cock, used for his entertainment. It took us ten years to try anal , she didn’t like it , found it uncomfortable. He didn’t care and apparently neither did she. He fucked the woman I have danced through life with up her ass.

I remember being overjoyed when she said she had a surprise for me, and led me to our bedroom. Her lovely perfect pussy, that Ive loved so dearly had always had the cutest ginger and blonde pubic hair. That night she had a surprise, as she spread her lovely long legs, her totally shaved pussy came into view, she had done this for me. That wasn’t true. Her bastard boss had shaved her pussy in a Travel Lodge hotel. He was the first to see her shaven haven. Did he keep some of her most intimate hair as a keep sake? I don’t know, but he did have several pairs of her panties.

They did every imaginable sexual position. He put his cock between the breasts that fed our children. He covered her breasts, body and pussy with his spunk. His tongue sucked on her nipples and clit. I asked how many times they had fucked, she didn’t remember but guessed twice a week for over a year. The once lady I have called wife had allowed another man to use her for his pleasure over a hundred times. He’d had a vasectomy was her response, you can guess the question I’d asked. Mostly in the back of his company car, was the other answer to another question.

I’m done writing this. If you ever find yourself facing what I faced, please, please, please don’t under any circumstances ask for the details. The details invade your mind and will kill your peace, happiness, joy, cause intense pain and ultimately kill love.