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So how does it feel? To see your wife getting fucked right in front of you? Would you tell her about it knowing that this could damage your relations? This guy kept it secret, do you blame him?

Grace arched her back, moaning, swaying to and fro following his tempo. Her mouth was wide open, her lips were stretched up to the limit. Her face was looking different that moment. It wasn’t my Grace… It was somebody else. Juan was swaying his pelvis pretty fast and rhythmically sticking the stem deep in her throat and getting it out of her mouth then. I saw her throat swell. It was unbearable to watch them! Her throat got swollen with his every thrust. Sometimes he took the dick out to let her gulp for air.

Cold gave way to heat. I was hot, I was almost burning starting with my face. The heat was getting down to my neck and lower. It was so hot that I could hardly breathe. “For how long is it lasting? These sounds… I can’t stand the sounds!” Juan pushed Grace away. It was so rude! Her face was red, her lips were wet and swollen. I’d never seen such lips before! He bent down to his pants and took a condom out of the pocket. He tore off the wrapper and started putting on the condom. It slipped off his fingers and fell on the floor. He picked it up. “It’s dirty now!” I thought in disgust. “He’s got a short cock he’s got a thick cock! Why is it so dark? Why is the dickhead white? Why is there so much skin there? It’s all covered with folds!” Grace was standing motionless staring at his face. “She never looks in my face! She never gives me head!” I was cold and feverish at the same time.

He took her by the hips and raised her up. “Is she weightless?” I caught myself at thinking. He put her on his left arm. “Like a towel,” I said. He was holding her by the stomach with his other hand setting her against his rocky-hard cock (it really looked like “setting her against the cock” though it might sound weird.) Grace shivered all over her body. She tried to hold on the couch back, her knees were lifted up in the air not even touching the couch. He started impaling her on his stem. Then he paused. She started. Both were breathing heavily. He made several steps to the couch and Grace leaned on the couch back. Her knees finally touched the couch too. Juan raised her hips and spread her buttocks. Her legs were spread wide to sides, almost horizontally.

I was feverish. My every cell was feverish, I couldn’t breathe. I had heartache. My chest was in pain. The pain was unbearable but I could do nothing about it. So, Juan was holding her lifted in the air when he pushed frontward, making her shiver and moan. They were motionless for a while. Grace started swaying her hips slowly, arching her back. Juan impaled her deeper on his pecker. Her legs! They were shivering, her buttock muscles were contracting, she was swaying the hips. Her movements were slow and smooth. Finally she trembled and he pushed frontward. “He entered her!” I thought. I felt sick… Seemed the whole world disappeared…

Grace’s hands and head were pressed against the couch. Juan was holding her by the hips, impaling her on his penis. She was swaying her hips. He paused. Grace took several deep breaths and trembled. He wanted to get the cock out of her pussy. He was sort of dragging her along. Her vulva lips followed his shaft turning inside out… “Man it’s too thick for her! Can it be possible? She’s not meant for such thick shafts! It’s too huge for her! She’s too petite!” the voice was crying in my head.

He sped up. It was hardly noticeable. His thrusts were getting to be deeper and harder. His cock was wet with her juices. His body was like a rock. She looked so small and … humble. They didn’t fit, they were too different… He sped up.

“Can you hear me Grace? Listen to me babe! Is that you at all? What’s come over you? Why are you doing this to me?” I was all trembling. I was about to vomit. The heat was burning me from inside. “Why? Why, Grace? Why is it happening? What have I done wrong? Why have you never been so passionate with me? I was ready for everything for you. The whole world… for you…” I felt sick. I couldn’t move. I was weak. I was powerless. I was feverish. I was seized by pain. But guess I could finally think clearly.

Grace started moaning. The moan was loud, deep, and hoarse. I’d never heard her speak in such a voice. “So it’s not her! It can’t be her!” But it was. Her moan was like a bomb inside my brains exploding loudly and crashing everything into pieces. I couldn’t stand it anymore. What’s up? Grace was gone. I could only see Juan. He was lying on the couch with his back turned at me. Oh, God, her leg! Her legs were hanging off the couch. He was moving to and fro slowly. I couldn’t see her under his body… His body was so huge. And here’s the other leg. He mounted her! The couch was squeaking. The weight was too heavy. Juan sped up. She moaned. Again. He became even ruder and was ramming her harder. Once in every two seconds I heard her lustful moaning.

“I must stop it! I can do it!” my rational self was telling me. I raised my head. It was so heavy. Sickness. Everything was sort of cloudy. Just her moaning was real. She started crying. I couldn’t see her. Where was she? She cupped his waist by her legs. How could she do it?

- “Yes!” - She cried.

“I can stop it! I’ll go and… And what?” I had a very weird sense. It was strong… it was FEAR! “Man, I’m afraid to go there… What will I say? What can I say? Or do? What am I afraid of? Of Juan? Yes, I’m afraid of him. It’s great fear. What can tell him? I can kill him. Kill him? How? I can’t do that. It’s not Juan I’m afraid of. What else can he do? He’s already hurt me the utmost he could. So what am I afraid of then?”

Juan stood up from the couch. Grace was sort of hanging on his body holding him tight with her legs and hands round his body. Her face looked completely different from that I was used to. It was so lustful and wild. He was holding her buttocks tight, squeezing them. He impaled her on his shaft. She was crying out loud with every thrust. She was all red and wet with perspiration. Juan was walking round the room turning her face or her butt at me. Now and then I saw his ivory hairy back…

“So what am I so afraid of? I must confess what’s that so scary for me. I’m scared of… contempt. Exactly. Contempt. Aren’t they scorning me when doing this? I won’t even be able to look in her eyes. I won’t be even able to talk to her. I’ll be paralyzed again. I already am. I can’t move cuz I’m afraid.” Juan paused by the other side of the couch. “Grace you’re cruel and offensive. Who are you? What are you feeling now?” I cried silently. He took her off his dick and threw her on the couch. His dickhead was swollen and really huge. The cock itself was throbbing and pulsing. Grace’s ass and legs were all wet. She was like a doll, she was pliant and exhausted. As soon as he pounced on her again, she arched her back obediently, sticking out her butt. She raised the right leg and put it on the couch’s back.

I felt nothing. I was devastated. I was devastated by my own fear and pain. Juan was standing on his knees, drilling her hard. She arched her back even deeper and then relaxed completely. He put his hands over her head and started swaying his pelvis to and fro, fucking her rhythmically. I heard familiar moaning and crying. Juan accelerated the tempo. He was moving rapidly and roughly. “Grace what are you doing to me? You’re like an animal. You’re all seized by lust and basic instincts. You’re a horny slut. I hate you! You deserve nothing but scorn. No, scorn is too good for you. You’re zero. How can you let him do this to you? What about me? I’m an asshole too. I’m sitting and watching my wife getting fucked. My beloved wife… and I’m too inferior to do something.”

-”Aaah, ahhh, aahhh” – I heard from inside the room.

Juan was like a sex machine screwing her non-stop. He rushed in her insides with such might that her buttocks squeezed. The couch was squeaking. Grace was crying louder. She was bucking under his body. Her body was all pulsing and shivering in convulsions. I heard specific sounds when his dick got in her stretched vagina. She was crying with lust and desire. She was wild and looked like crazy. She was cumming. It was a wild and passionate orgasm, I’d never seen such a one before. She was all trembling. Her face looked like a mask. Juan, being silent all the way, started groaning too. His thrusts became less frequent but much stronger.

My whole body was pulsing. My mind was unable to realize what was going on. But… what’s the fuck? I couldn’t believe it… Oh, gosh! I was so ashamed cuz my dick was rocky hard… I felt it about to burst any second. It was pulsing in sync with my heart beating. I was aroused. Juan groaned. He fell on the couch exhausted. Grace’s legs were shivering. She was leaking. It was silent in the room. Grace was the first to get up. She came up to Juan. He forced her to lie down by his side. They were lying still for long. It was unbearable to watch them. I turned away and burst in tears. Finally. I was sitting motionless, looking in the distance and seeing nothing. Tears were like rivers of pain flowing out of my body. I was still hard, I was still aroused. I was afraid to touch my pecker.

I didn’t see them part. I put myself together and got in the house only when I saw Grace going to the bathroom. It was clean in the room. There was nothing reminding of their wild orgy but the smell of sex in the air. I spent some minutes standing in the center of the room. I felt sick and weak. I came up to the front door and banged on it hard. Grace turned off the tap immediately.

- “Who’s it?” – I heard her cheerful voice.
- “It’s me”, - I said hoarsely.
- “Why are you so early?” – She asked worriedly.
- “There’s electricity breakdown on the plant. I’ll work home today”.
- “Ok”.

It was silent in the room.

- “I’m sick, I’ll get a nap here, I don’t feel well”, - I said slowly.
- “Are you OK?” – Grace asked sympathetically. – “Well, I guess you do better get some sleep”.

I flung myself on the couch that was still warm of their bodies. It felt so disgustingly hard in my pants. “I’ll kill her… I’ll kill him… I’ll kill both of them…” I thought. I was crying. I felt unbearably lonely, and there was nobody who could help me. I fell asleep so soon. Seemed I’d never slept in my life before and was very tired. Then I opened my eyes. I didn’t get where I was at first. I saw Grace’s face in front of me. Her face was so fresh and beautiful.

- “Honey, I was so worried. You had a fever. You were trembling all day and all night. I was worried about you”.

I remembered everything at last. It made me hot and cold at once.

- “I’ll stay home today”. – I whispered.
- “Sure, babe”.

I woke up at 10 am then. I was home alone. My wife went to her parents. I still felt devastated. I couldn’t stop trembling. My cock was still hard. I took it in my hand and started jerking. Tears were streaming down my face. In some 10-15 thrusts I erupted a huge cumloud.

I felt lonely. I spent some more time lying in bed then I had a smoke and turned on my laptop. I was searching the net trying to find more information about cheating. I found an article on one of the sites. It was a psychologist’s. The article read: “The first thing the person must do to overcome the cheating situation is to give vent to his feelings by writing everything in detail. It’s highly recommended especially if we’re talking about men. The person must go through it all again. It’s good if the person can read his story to somebody else to share the pain with those people to give some part of his pain to the listeners. Otherwise, the devastating jealousy can cause serious illnesses or just kill the person…”

So, this story is a part of my treatment. I really had to go through it all again. I catch myself at thinking I can type pretty fast, and my body is no longer pulsing. But what to do next? What to do with my wife cuz I still love her? I still have very strong feelings of shame, fear, hatred, and scorn. They are killing me from inside. What can I tell myself to get over the whole thing? I don’t know yet…

Sincerely Yours, Canstandnomore.

P.S. I haven’t read my story for the second time, I just can’t do it now, it still hurts. So I’m sorry for possible mistakes you can find in the text.

4 Responses to “Can stand no more. Part 2”

1. low Says:
   May 28th, 2008 at 10:14 pm

   Wow. That is all I can say. I almost cried just reading this. I know the pain you are feeling, though i did not actually watch him cheat on me. i understand every feeling. the hurt the scorn, especially the fact that you still love her. my best advice is to confront her if you have not already. you need to understant why she did it and go from there. or else you will hurt yourself more and more brooding over it. I am so sorry for you.

2. rage Says:
   June 20th, 2008 at 2:59 am

   i dont know how you could stand that without saying anything you are stronger than i, i would have probably done something rash and regretable

3. hurt Says:
   June 27th, 2008 at 7:08 am

   i understand how you feel. my boyfriend cheated on me, i had come home early from my parents house and he was there with some girl having sex. it is hard to give up loving them. confront her and ask her why she did it. what she did isnt right. you dont want to do something drastic though. im so sorry about what she did to you.

4. Ozzy Says:
   June 27th, 2008 at 8:31 am

   You deserve better then this.

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