an old married couple

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I am a trustworthy man, loyal to my family and career. My wife, Anne Marilyn, and I have been married for 25 years. I have never done anything to betray her, and I have never doubted her infidelity. However, I was recently shocked to discover evidence of her infidelity. The evidence suggests she is not only an unfaithful wife, but also an incredibly promiscuous slut. Throughout
our marriage, I have never checked her personal belongings, such as her handbag, and I believe she has never looked through mine. For me, couples should maintain some space and respect. One morning, as I was getting ready to drive my truck to work, I found the keys locked inside. I could see them in the ignition through the window.
Worried about this, I had attached one of my keys to my wife's keychain, and the other to mine. I went back inside, found her handbag, opened it to look for her keys, and used the spare key to open my car door. Suddenly, I noticed a box of condoms in her handbag. I opened it and found two were missing from the dozen or so.
Anne-Marie and I had decided against having children when we first got married, so I had a vasectomy a long time ago. Why would she have condoms in her handbag? Back in the army, I used condoms to store cigarettes to keep them dry; I also used them to wrap the muzzle of my gun to keep it clean; I even used them to tie my trousers, and so on.
I racked my brains trying to figure out what my wife would do with the condoms, but I didn't want to think about that most obvious purpose. I used my spare key to open my car door, put the key back in my wife's handbag, and drove to work.
On the way to work, I kept thinking about the condoms in my wife's handbag. Coincidentally, it was Tuesday, and my wife was supposed to babysit her sister Sylvia's children on Tuesdays and Thursdays because her sister had community college classes those nights, and those were the only nights my wife went out alone.
On Wednesday morning, I woke up while Annie was still asleep. I rushed to the living room, found her purse, and eagerly checked if the box of condoms was still there. To my surprise, only two condoms remained of the ten I had the day before.
"Damn it! What happened?"
I cursed inwardly. Annie and I usually had sex two or three times a week, but on Tuesday night alone, she used eight condoms. What was going on?
On Thursday, I called Annie from the office to tell her I would be working late. Then, I left the office early and drove to Hertz to rent a car. I drove to a spot not far from home and waited quietly in the car.
After a while, Annie came out of her house and drove away. I followed her, keeping a safe distance—not so much that she would notice me, but not so much that I would lose her. She drove directly in the direction of her sister, stopping at a pharmacy and going inside. When she came out, she was carrying a small brown paper bag.
Continuing on, I followed my wife's car through the small town to Sylvia and her husband Frank's house.
Anne parked the car, took the small paper bag, and went into her sister's house. About 10 minutes later, Sylvia came out, got into her car, and sped away. Three minutes later, Anne came out with Sylvia's child and strolled into Sylvia's neighbor's house. Two minutes later, she returned to her sister's house alone.
I sat in my car waiting for half an hour, and suddenly I felt incredibly stupid. I saw Anne entrust the child to the neighbor next door, so why was she alone in that house? I couldn't figure it out.
Suddenly, I saw a car stop in front of Sylvia's house, and a stocky Mexican man got out. I recognized him; he was a member of Frank's baseball team. Then, to my surprise, I saw Sylvia's husband, Frank, get out of the car right after, and the two men walked into the house, laughing and talking loudly.
As soon as the two men entered the gate, I immediately got out of the car, quickly crossed the street, and quietly arrived outside Anne's house, looking for a place where I could see inside. I found an open window; although the curtains were drawn, I could still see inside through the gaps. I tried to see what was going on inside, but I couldn't see anything.
I went to the back door and pressed my ear to the door, listening carefully. There was no sound. I grasped the doorknob and gently turned it; the door opened silently. It turned out the back door wasn't locked. I opened the door a crack, but still couldn't hear anything. I had been to Sylvia's house before and knew its layout and structure.
I entered the house through the back door, quietly went into the kitchen, and then quietly made my way to the dining room. At this moment, I could hear some sounds coming from the living room. Just as I was about to cross the kitchen and hallway to check the living room, I suddenly heard loud footsteps and voices—they were coming towards me!
In a panic, I quickly turned and hid in the first room next to the hallway, Frank and Sylvia's bedroom. I could still hear the sounds outside getting closer, and I frantically searched the room for a hiding place.
I opened the closet, only to find it full of clothes; I couldn't fit inside. I tried hiding under the bed, but the gap was too small. In desperation, I opened the window, climbed outside, and crouched on a small platform outside. Just as I closed the window, the sounds entered the room.
The first sound I heard was Annie's question: "Where are the others?"
Frank replied, "They're not coming tonight. You just wait for Manny and me to fuck you!"
"Can you do the work of five men? You're not going to let me go home disappointed, are you?"
Annie said.
"Just you wait! We'll fuck you to death,"
said the man named Manny.
Five men? Had Annie been having sex with five men at the same time? Damn it! I had no idea my wife was such a slut, no one had noticed she was such a shameless, lustful demon. Then I heard Anne speak again.
"Who wants to go first?"
"Manny, of course. You know I love watching you get fucked,"
Frank said.
I stood up and quietly pulled the curtains up a little. Now I could clearly see my wife standing there, her legs in sexy stockings and her feet in alluring high heels. Right before my eyes, Anne knelt down in front of Manny, took his large penis into her mouth, and began to suckle it vigorously.
She sucked and rubbed until his penis was erect, then opened the small brown paper bag she had just taken from the pharmacy, took out a condom, and put it on Manny's penis.
At that moment, my mind was a mess. What should I do? Should I hate my wife for becoming such a shameless whore? Should I jump through the window and kick their ass? No! That's not it at all! Right now, what I'm thinking is, "These two guys who seduced other men's wives actually made my wife buy them condoms so they could fuck her."
How strange! What's even stranger is that my penis has become as hard as iron.
Anne Marilyn put a condom on Manny, then lay down on the bed, spread her legs wide, and said to Manny, "Come on, son, fuck me. Mommy needs your big cock, Mommy needs it so much!"
For the next hour and a half, I watched Manny and Frank take turns raping my wife. She was bent over like a dog, letting Manny thrust into her vagina from behind while Frank shoved her mouth from the front; after a while, Frank would stand behind her and thrust into her anus, while she diligently sucked Manny's big cock.
I had seen scenes of two men fucking a woman together in porn movies, but I never imagined my wife would be played with like this by two men (or, she was playing with them). Watching this lewd scene, I involuntarily pulled out my own penis and started stroking it repeatedly. Just as Frank and Manny sandwiched my wife between them, their two thick penises simultaneously penetrating her vagina and anus, I lost control and ejaculated a large amount of semen violently onto the wall of Frank's house. It was so lewd; I really wanted to rush into the room and join them in raping my wife.
Just as I was about to leave the window, something else happened that surprised me greatly. Sylvia returned, entered the room, and while undressing, asked, "Did you leave me anything?"
I drove back to Hertz, returned their car, and drove my own home. I called Sylvia's house, and she answered. I asked her, "Is Anne still there?"
After a while, Anne answered the phone and said, "I'm just about to go home, darling."
"Stop pretending, Anne Marilyn! You don't have a home anymore. Go tell Sylvia and Frank that you're going to be their long-term guest! Maybe Manny can sleep with you, and if he's not enough, Frank can probably fill that gap. Or, you can find the men who didn't come tonight to satisfy you. I've packed up all your crap and left it by the door; you can come and get it when you have time."
I hung up the phone angrily and started packing Anne Marilyn's things, completely ignoring the phone ringing incessantly.

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