It’s always hard to know that your wife is cheating on you, how can you live with that? The best way is to share your feelings with someone, that’s what the man did, he wrote this story and it’s here for us….
This story is probably not just an average story, it’s more of a cry from my heart, of a way to express my feelings as I can’t stand it anymore.
Up till yesterday I was a happily married guy. I know my wife Grace since teenage. We’re married for 6 years now. We met when we were teens and everything was more that trivial. First we were just friends, then we felt like liking each other, and then we finally madly fell in love with each other. We’ve always been really honest with each other, I really love my wife with all my heart.
We’ve always been really careful to each other’s feelings making the utmost in order not to let one another feel offended or hurt. We’ve almost never quarreled during all these years of being together.
Grace is almost an ideal girl for me. She’s petite, very gentle and even fragile. She’s so perfect that I never even could say bad words when she was around. All our friends become calmer and more careful when being around her. She’s got a pretty face with small features. She looks really feminine. She hardly uses any make-up but that doesn’t make her face look pale or plain. Her body is petite and feminine too. She’s not very tall, she’s got petite firm boobs, slender hips, thin waist, and beautiful legs. She reminds me of an angel. I love her the way she is.
As for me, I’ve always looked younger my age. Alas, but I’ve never had a very muscular body. But I’m tall and strong. Some people think I’m too slender and even slim. But that’s me and there’s nothing I can do about it. Most women I know find me handsome and attractive. Grace has always said I’m an ideal man for her. Our friends think we make a great couple and are just meant for each other. That’s what I used to think as well…
Grace is a house wife. I want her to be a housewife. She’s always busy shopping, decorating the house, designing something for the house. She does a lot of things that I find to be very difficult ones. She’s always busy. She never just fools around the house all day long. Sometimes it seems to me she’s working much more than I do. All I do is go to work every day and earn money for two of us. I love my job. I work enthusiastically and earn enough for two of us. It often happens that I work after-hours, and my wife is used to it. We often call each other during the workday and tell about all the things that happen during the day. I thought I knew everything about Grace, and she knows everything about me. I thought we were one, we were family.
As for sex, Grace has always been a bit timid in a constrained manner. She never looked in my eyes, and was always shy to flash her nude body. Sex has turned into a ritual: we took a shower separately, then we turned off the light, spent some time kissing and fondling each other, mostly each other’s back, head, and neck. Grace preferred the classical position, and always wanted me to kiss her lips, making sure my hands weren’t roaming over her body. Whenever I tried to offer something new, some new positions she always refused. It was difficult to ask her to do something more than the things she was used to. So I accepted that situation. Yes, it’s true I wanted oral sex and new positions, but she didn’t… so what could I do?
Electricity breakdown deprived me of work yesterday. I had to get back home, as there was no use to stay in the office if there was no electricity at all. I decided to work at home. I got back to my place at about 11. Grace was out, she was probably shopping I thought. I didn’t wanna get inside the empty house so I decided to nap on the porch. It was Friday and I was pretty tired after the hectic week. It was pretty hot, so I had to go round the house and lie in the backyard cuz there was no sunlight shining in my face at that side of the house. I turned my face to the wall to be able to sleep for a while. I fell asleep. In my dream in saw my office, there was water everywhere, all the papers were wet, the computer was broken. All of a sudden I heard the noise. Somebody shut the door. “It’s Grace,” I thought. I didn’t jump off the chair at once. My body was so relaxed. I was sitting with my eyes closed. It became darker and cooler on the street. “It’s gonna be raining,” - I thought, - “Finally.”
It was almost completely dark when I opened my eyes. I looked in the window and saw Grace in the room. I kept on sitting on the porch hearing her doing something in the room. I could hardly make out anything in the room as it was gloomy outside. Cling! She turned on the light in the room. I had to close my eyes. The light dazzled me. I wanted to fall asleep again. I felt so calm and relaxed. Almost happy. The verge between dreaming and reality is always so subtle. I was dreaming… I heard rain drops pounding against the ground. A beefy man was standing in the middle of my room. I saw his silhouette. What was he doing in my house? Laughter. He was laughing. It awoke me at once. Grace was hugging him…
I was shivering with cold. “Am I sleeping? Am I sleeping? I’m not!” A large man was standing in the center of the room. I couldn’t see his face. Grace cupped her hands round his neck, hugging. They were kissing deeply and vehemently. I was about to lose my mind. I was shivering. It was cold. I was sort of paralyzed unable to make a single move or say a word. They were kissing. It was a very hot kiss. They were holding each other very close. He hunched his back to make it more comfortable for her to reach for him. His hands were round her waist. I was thinking:
- “It isn’t Grace?! It isn’t? It isn’t!!!”
- “Who’s it then?”
- “Her friend”.
- “Why is she wearing Grace’s clothes then?”
- “She borrowed”.
- “What is she doing in my house?”
- “Grace gave her the key”
- “But that’s impossible I don’t like it!”
Moan. Grace’s moan. “It’s HER! It’s HER! It’s HER!”
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I was paralyzed. I heard the rain. I heard their clothes rustling. She was kissing him. She was kissing him vehemently. She was holding him very-very tight. He put his hands on her hips. He had very big hands. He squeezed her buttocks. Grace arched her back and breathed heavily. She never stopped kissing him. He was very tall. She had to stand on her tip toes to reach for his lips. He was still squeezing her hips. Such big hands he had! Broad shoulders, a big head, short hair.
“Oh my God! I know him!” I recollected my teenage days. I was 19 that time. I was a slim teenager. There was a big guy standing in front of me. His name was Juan. We went to school together. He was 2 or 3 years older and much stronger. We had a fight. I was scared, outraged and offended. We had some quarrel first. It was about me stumbling across him. He wanted me to apologize. What an asshole! He was insulting me when his friends were standing around, watching him humiliating me… I was ready to fight, but I stood no chances to win… I was offended and insulted, but I could say nothing to hurt him in return. He was provoking me. He said something very humiliating… I took a deep breath and made a step forwards. I hit him on the chest. He hit me too. I lost my balance and fell on the ground. There was no point of standing up again. His friends were sniggering at me, looking at me scornfully. I said something quietly. They left…
… Juan raised her dress rim. I saw her hips for a split moment. Then his big hands covered them and started feeling them up, squeezing tight, stretching and squeezing again. Grace was moaning. GRACE WAS MOANING!
I could hardly understand what was going on. I was still shivering with pain and cold. Seemed I was far away from the place, I was invisible and immaterial. They stopped kissing and were just standing close to each other, discussing something. She was looking at him smiling. He pulled off her dress. She raised her hands and slipped out of the dress laughing cheerfully. He took her in his arms and kissed her. Grace was holding him by the neck. He was holding her like a small girl; she seemed to be so light. Juan came up to the couch and just threw her to fall on it. Grace fell laughing. He was standing over her. He seemed to be really huge. So huge…
He bent over to her and pulled off her panties. She straightened her legs to make it easier for him to pull off the underwear. “She straightened her legs… she did it herself… What the fuck is going on? Where am I? Am I dreaming?”
Juan was dressing off slowly. Grace was lying on the couch, biting her lip, luring at him lustfully. She looked at him elated. Juan was really huge. Naked he seemed to be even larger than when dressed. A shirt, pants, socks, briefs… He was naked. “Voilà!” I heard. He came up to the couch. His body was covered with black curly hair, his skin was dark, bristle covered his face. His flaccid dick was getting harder. He was standing close to the couch. Oh, God! Grace was holding his cock in her hands. She started jerking it, then she bent her head and … sucked on it!
“What is going on? Am I dreaming? Is it all real? What am I doing here? Who are they? Is it my Grace? Why is it happening? How can be? WHAT IS GOING ON?” was playing over and over in my head. I was lying helplessly on the chair watching my beloved wife sucking on a dick. Somebody else’s dick! I hated that man! I’d always done. My body was pulsing. I was freezing, I didn’t feel my limbs. Seemed I was dead!
A huge naked man was standing by my petite innocent wife, who was fondling his dickhead slowly. The cock was getting harder… “They didn’t take a shower…” a thought flicked in my mind. “She always takes a shower… Shower before what? Before making love to that asshole!” it hurt badly in my chest. I was completely paralyzed.
Grace lowered her hand. His cock had a boner. The phallus was short but very-very thick. Man, it was so thick! Juan was holding Grace’s hair. He started moving his butt. No! It’s not the butt, it’s his cock fucking my wife’s mouth! How can he get his thick stem in her small mouth? Juan was moaning silently. Grace didn’t even have to move her head, he was doing everything himself. He was ramming my wife’s mouth! She let him do it with her! She let HIM do it…
Grace got on her knees. She pressed her hand against the couch edge and pushed Juan away. He made a step back, the dick fell out of her mouth. She was smiling looking in his eye. What is she doing? I thought. Juan looked at her and stuck the cock back in her mouth. He pressed her nose to his pubis! Oh, God! She stretched her neck to let him get deeper in her throat. I felt tears watering my cheeks. I was still paralyzed, I couldn’t raise my hand and wipe them…..
To be continued…
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