If so:
1. With whom and for how long did the affair last? What were your ages?
2. How did the affair start? What made you cross the line into a sexual relationship?
3. Did you use condoms during sex or did you have unprotected sex?
4. Did you have sex with your husband during the time you were having sex with your lover and did you feel guilty?
5. Did your husband find out and how? His reaction?
6. Did the affair end your marriage or make it stronger?
7. If you stayed together, have you cheated on him again secretly?
My now ex-wife cheated on me when she was 38 and I was 40. We had been married for 12 years, and I thought everything was going well. We had two kids, a great relationship, and an average sex life. One day, I was browsing in our computer, and I found a weird file in the cloud. To make a long story short, I opened it and up popped up a bunch of other files with very explicit photos of her and photos of a young man. Some of them were selfies of each other, and others were of them together. There were pictures of her giving him blowjobs, him eating her out, and a few pics/videos of them having sex (no condoms). And we had just had sex two nights before. I immediately confronted her about the pics, she cried and sobbed, said how sorry she was, and that she would end it. I left for a few months, we did tons of counseling, and shortly after, she asked me to come home and promised things would be better.
So I came home and for five years, things were perfect. We had a great life, great t vacations, work was great for the two of us, and sex couldn’t have been better. I travelled for business a lot, so on one trip, I decided to come home early unannounced. I knew the kids would be at school and rage would be at work. I had bought a surprise vacation for the four of us to Hawaii, and I came home to pack everyone up, so when they all came home, we would be nearly ready to go that night. I pulled up to our street, and I noticed her car was in the driveway. She was supposed to be at work. I parked down the street a ways, walked in quietly from the side door. Things didn’t seem right. She wasn’t downstairs. I walked quietly up to our bedroom, the door was cracked. She knew I wasn’t coming home for two more days. I could hear some noise as I approached the door. I peaked in the door, and to my amazement, there was this young black guy on top of my wife, her legs spread, her arms around him, her head back, him muzzling her neck, and him pumping my wife like there was no tomorrow. I looked a little closer, and I could see no condom, him pumping my wife raw. They had some music on in the background, so me being there wasn’t an issue, they didn’t hear me. I opened the door a bit more and watched, completely hurt, but in a way, excited. I could see my wife’s hands holding and pulling in his ass with every pump, the big Diamond wedding ring shining on her hand that I just gave to her the previous year. I wanted to yell and scream the whole time, but I just watched them. The pumping got stronger, she began to moan with her head back and her eyes closed. I could see sweat on his back, he was working hard. Tracy’s moaning got louder, he began to make grunts. He said he was getting close. She said “me too” over and over again. “Keep going”. Her legs were spread so wide. She had her hands so tight around his ass. Tracy moaned super loud and said “I’m cumming, let me have yours”. Those six words will be entrained in my head forever. She arched her back with her head back and let out a few deep moans, the ones I know when she is cumming. He took a few deep pumps into my wife and unloaded. Pulse after pulse, he ejaculated into my sweet wife. I watched. They French kissed. He was going to pull out but she held him in and said “stay inside me”.
I wanted to break in at that point, but instead quietly went downstairs and sat in my car, completely horrified at what I just saw. I waited and watched our house from my rental car. I cried a lot. I knew this was the end. I saw the garage door open, she drove the car inside and closed the door. About ten minutes later, the door re-opened and she drove off by herself. She told me later he was laying down in the backseat so the neighbors wouldn’t see him.
After they left, i went into the house, walked into our bedroom. The sheets were unmade, the room smelled like pussy and cum, and there was a huge wet spot on the bed, glistening with her juices and his cum. I actually felt it, it was cold. And I smelled it. Weird I guess. She knew I wasn’t coming home for two more days, so I guess she felt she didn’t need to wash them right then and there. I went to the closet to pack. There wasn’t going to be a Hawaii trip. I packed up everything I needed and left. I wasn’t coming back. I wrote a note to my wife, short but sweet. “I know what you did, I want a divorce; I love you so much, but this time, it can’t work” I left it on the wet spot and left.
She called over and over but I didnt answer for about a month. Finally I answered and she asked to meet, crying hysterically. I was already over the primary jab, but she clearly wasn’t.
We met at our house (mine now). I told her that I had come home early that day to pack for a surprise trip and that I saw them fucking. I asked who he was, and she told me he was 23 year old football player from our local university that she had been working with for the war few months. I told her she was 43, old enough to be his mom! She said she knew and cried over and over again. She asked me to come home and things would be different. I said it isn’t happening this time and walked to the door to leave. She followed me and grabbed me from behind. She said “please stay, I love you”. I turned around and her eyes were full of tears. She kissed me. I kissed back. Before you know it, we were French kissing like we never have. I could taste the salt from her tears. We were making out like teenagers. I couldn’t stop myself. Our clothes came off and we dropped to the floor. I kissed and licked her body, devoured her big tits and nipples. I spread her legs and ate her cunt like I have never eaten a pussy. I kept thinking of him pumping her, and that made me eat her so deep. She came so hard with my tongue. She asked me to come on top of her in missionary. Honestly, I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her face after what she just did, so ai rolled her over, mounted her from behind. She guided me into her, and I pumped her thick ass, the entire time thinking of him inside of her. I lasted maybe for a minute and blew tons of juice into my soon to be ex-wife. That would be the last time we fucked. She asked me to stay and cuddle, and I said “I need to go, I will see you in court”. She cried and cried and cried. I left.
We have become friends over the past two years. I tell her I masturbate all the time thinking of the day I walked in on her and her lover. She sends me naughty photos and videos, and I do the same. We flirt a lot through texting or phone calls. I’m not sure what the future holds. Maybe we will fuck again, but just not sure. In the meantime, other than masturbating, I have hooked up with numerous women, including a neighbor who just loves my body and wud do just about anything for me!
