My wife took my savings

Rob recounted how he waited in line outside the bank counter for ages before it was finally his turn. He handed his passbook and statement to the teller, watching her process the transaction while asking her to tell him his account balance.
She typed a few things on the keyboard, looked at the screen, wrote down some numbers on a piece of paper, and handed it back to him.
He looked at the numbers on the paper, then gave it back, saying, "Something seems off. My account balance is half gone." She looked back at the screen. "I see you withdrew some money from your account yesterday, exactly half of yesterday's balance." "Oh, please, look again carefully. Is that my account?" he said, repeating his account number to her.
The result was the same; there was only a little money left in his account, as he had withdrawn some yesterday afternoon.
Leaving the counter window, he walked towards the bank entrance. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: he should check his safe deposit box at the bank. After checking, I found that there were only three bank cards left in the safe that should have had five, and all of my wife Tony's jewelry was gone. I put everything else in the safe into my bag and left the bank.
It was obvious that my wife Tony had tampered with my savings and the safe. The question was, why would she take half of our total assets? I thought, either she was planning to leave me, or she might have already run away from home.
I took out my phone and called her office. A colleague answered and told me that she had taken the day off, saying she had some personal matters to attend to that afternoon. I quickly turned around and rushed home, hoping to get a definite and satisfactory answer.
When I got home, I saw my wife's car parked in front of the door. I parked the car and went inside. Tony wasn't downstairs; she must be upstairs in the bedroom. When I got upstairs to the bedroom, I saw Toni kneeling on the floor in front of the wardrobe, rummaging through it to collect her clothes and other belongings, then packing them into a large box. Several other boxes, already full, sat beside her.
I said to Toni, who was busy and hadn't heard me, "Hey, what are you doing? Shouldn't you explain? Are you planning to run away from home?" She stopped what she was doing but didn't turn around. After a long pause, she said, "I was going to tell you when you got home tonight." "Is it because I did something wrong?"
"No, no."
"Then you're leaving for another man?
" "Yes and no."
"Then can you give me a clear answer?"
"I'm leaving you because of a man, but I'm not leaving to go find him." "Oh, okay, I understand."
With that, I turned and went downstairs.
Ten minutes later, she came downstairs and said to me, "You seem quite calm after hearing what I said." "To be honest, I thought you'd already left when I got back. I went to the bank today and found that half the money in our account was missing. On a whim, I checked our safe at the bank and found that the jewelry inside was also gone, so I figured you must have taken it. I'm surprised I never realized there were problems in our marriage. No wonder there's a saying, 'When a wife cheats, the husband is always the last to know.'" "Our marriage isn't in trouble, at least you haven't caused any problems. All the problems are my fault, and tonight I'm going to tell you everything. I could have foreseen that when..." "After I tell you everything, you'll definitely throw me out of this house, so I need to pack my things in advance, so that I won't be unable to come in and get my things after you change the locks." "Oh, why do you say that? Tony, things can't be that bad, can they?" "No, they will, they definitely will. But first, before I tell you everything, I want you to understand that I love you very, very much, with all my heart. You are my whole world, and I don't want you to have any doubts about that. By nature, you will definitely doubt my love for you, and there's nothing I can do about that. But I do love you, I've always loved you, and I will always love you." "I've never doubted your love for me, Tony."
"Yes, but that's because you haven't heard what I'm going to tell you yet. Do you remember the Christmas party at Eric's house three years ago?" How could I forget? It was an unpleasant experience for me. Eric was my boss at the company I worked for, and going to that party at his house wasn't a joyful experience. Because of the economic downturn, the company had already laid off some employees, and everyone knew that economic recovery would take a long time.
I thought maybe I'd be next in the layoffs, and I felt quite depressed, so I drank too much at the party and quickly got drunk. When I woke up, I was surprised to find myself lying in my own bed, having somehow left my boss's house.
"I remember that party,"
I said, "very clearly."
"That night, after you passed out, Eric called a few people to carry you to his study and put you on the sofa. I was also quite drunk by then. Eric came up to me and told me that losing someone as smart and capable as you made him very sad. I really didn't know what he was talking about because you never talked to me about anything at the company. I asked him why he would lose you, and he said the company was planning to lay off more people, and you were on the list." "Hearing him say that made me very sad, and I couldn't help but cry. We had just bought a new house and new furniture, and a second car because you wanted me to have my own. I was shocked and furious by what he said. How could he say such things to me—a married woman? I turned and stormed off at him." "Hidden in a corner of the house, I felt depressed." I drank two more glasses of wine. Then Eric came up to me again, asking me to reconsider his suggestion. "And you'll never know," he said, "as long as Eric and I don't tell, no one in the world will know." I told myself that if I agreed to his request, it would be entirely for our family, our marriage, and our happiness; I wanted to use this method to guarantee our future happiness. "But even though I had decided to accept Eric's request, it was still difficult to actually do it. So, I had to help you keep your job. So, I made him promise that you absolutely couldn't know about this, and he promised me. Finally, he took me to his bedroom, told me to take off my clothes and wait for him, and that he would come and have sex with me after he saw off his guests." Toni recounted how Eric entered the bedroom and looked at me lying naked on the bed. Although I had made up my mind to sacrifice myself for Rob, I didn't like having sex with this man. I closed my eyes tightly, listening nervously as Eric took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed.
He knelt down on my lower body, licking my vulva, constantly stimulating my sensitive nerves. Although I thoroughly enjoyed Rob licking my vulva, and the sensation was incredibly pleasurable, I tried my best to restrain myself and remain calm. Even though Eric had already played with my body, I mentally warned myself against becoming obsessed with such immoral sex.
After licking my vulva for a few minutes, making my body tremble involuntarily, Eric got up and straddled me, his egg-sized glans pressing against the narrow opening of my vulva, slowly inserting it into my vagina.
Feeling its size, I opened my eyes, tilting my head back to look at my lower body, thinking, "Oh my God! How can I possibly take this!" I wasn't unfamiliar with men's penises; in the years before marrying Rob, I had had sex with over a dozen men, but I had never seen a penis as large as Eric's.
He pushed the glans into my body, very slowly, giving me ample time to adjust to his size. He patiently pushed in inch by inch, penetrating deeper and deeper into my vagina. Oh, I had never been filled like this before! He continued to push forward, finally managing to insert his large, fleshy member further into my body as much as he could.
I could hardly believe I could accommodate such a large penis. I tried to relax my body, letting Eric slowly and steadily begin thrusting inside me. He reached the deepest part of my body, a place no one had ever touched before.
With each thrust, I involuntarily moved my body to meet his. He sensed my reaction and began to thrust violently. He lifted me up, grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders, then thrust even deeper and harder. I groaned loudly, shocked to find myself involuntarily begging him to fuck me harder. My body's reaction was telling him that I loved being violated by him, that I wanted him to fuck me harder and harder; I was completely lost in the desire for sex.
With each thrust of Eric, I cried out and begged him to fuck me harder, to thrust deeper, and never stop. I pleaded with him to bring me to orgasm, promising him that if he could bring me to orgasm, I would be his eternal tool for release.
Amidst my incoherent ramblings, Eric had already brought me to orgasm several times, but I still greedily begged him for more, for more time. I abandoned all restraint; I no longer cared about my own or Rob's reputation, nor did I use the excuse of keeping Rob's job and our happy life. My mind was blank; all I wanted now was the sensation inside my vagina. My vagina told me that if Eric wanted, he could rape and play with me anytime, anywhere, in any way he pleased.
Eric's thrusts grew faster and faster; I knew what was about to happen. He was ready; he was about to ejaculate, he wanted to ejaculate inside me, and I wanted him to ejaculate inside me too.
"Come on, baby, shoot! Shoot! Shoot it into me, my love, shoot it all into me!" He pounded into me like a ram, and I felt the force of his ejaculation, screaming, "Come on, come on, oh ah ah, God, shoot me to death!" Stimulated by his semen, I reached the most exhilarating orgasm of my life.
After ejaculating, Eric collapsed on top of me. I held him tightly, kissing him passionately. When he rolled off me, I didn't want it to end there. So I got up and reached for his limp penis, stroking it. Even though it was soft, it was still the largest penis I'd ever seen. I licked his glans back and forth with my tongue, cleaning off the mixture of our bodily fluids.
Then I took his large glans into my mouth and sucked on it, hoping he would get hard again.
That night, Eric fucked me three times. The first two times were at his house, and the last time was after he helped me get Rob home, in my bed. Rob was lying next to us, fast asleep. Two days later, he called me and asked me to come to his suite at the Hilton Hotel, where he fucked me until I lost consciousness.
From then on, every two or three days, Eric would ask me to come for sex. Once, during a five-day business trip with Rob, I spent three nights and days with Eric, and he didn't let me put on any clothes during those three days. Actually, I didn't love Eric; I wasn't even sure if I liked him, but his big penis was like a drug, attracting and controlling me, making it impossible for me to resist its temptation.
Rob's account: "That happened three years ago, Toni. I never knew about it. And if you hadn't told me now, I might never have known. Why have you kept quiet all these years?" "Because it wasn't a one-night stand. Our sexual relationship has never stopped since then. Since that party, I've been dating Eric two or three times a week." "So, you've been having a sexual relationship with our boss for over three years?" "Yes."
"But you keep telling me you love me, that I'm your whole world. Please forgive me, Toni, I really don't understand what you're thinking." "There's no love between Eric and me, Rob. I just like his big penis. Eric's penis is 10 inches long and as thick as my wrist. You know, before, when you were away on business, I always masturbated with a thick, long dildo, but even that dildo never reached the place in my vagina where Eric's big cock was. Strictly speaking, it's pure lust, just sex." "Then why are you telling me now? Why are you confessing your affair when I had no idea?" "Because Eric keeps urging me to divorce you and marry him. It seems I'm the only one who can satisfy..." "That's why he wants me, that's why he wants to possess me forever. I've been refusing him for almost a year." "Why refuse him? He obviously has everything you want, he can satisfy your needs." "Because I don't love him, I love you. I like his big penis, that's all. I'm confident I can have the two things I want most in the world at the same time, your love and his big penis. I think it's possible, because you'll never know." "But I still don't understand. You're right, I had no idea about these things, and you've always handled them well, so why are you telling me now?" "Because I want you to know from me, not from him. I feel I owe you too much." "Why do you say I'll find out from him?"
"Because I always refuse his requests for me to marry him, and he wants to tell you this, make you angry and divorce me, so I'll have no reason to refuse him anymore." "So, you're planning to leave me now and marry him, will that solve the problem?" "No, I've decided never to see him again."
"Why are you free to pursue the big cock you want?" "No, I can never forgive him for trying to break us up. I know it sounds strange—everything I did hurt and destroyed our marriage—but if he hadn't made the decision to tell you, you wouldn't have known this happened. In other words, in my opinion, he killed our marriage." I stood up, ready to leave the bedroom, and Toni asked, "Where are you going?" "Leaving here so you can pack your things."
Her face turned ugly, and she said, "What? You think I'd accept what you just said? I really wish you'd told me, 'Okay, Toni, I still love you, we can handle this.'" "Women always hope for that kind of answer from their husbands. But, I'm sorry, Toni, I won't say that." Seeing Toni's story and his expression broke my heart. When he was brought into the visiting room, he was wearing an orange prison uniform, with handcuffs and shackles on his wrists and ankles. As he entered the meeting room, the guard stopped him, unlocked his handcuffs and shackles, and then he came over and sat opposite me.
To avoid awkwardness, I casually remarked, "That orange doesn't suit you." "In here, do you even have a choice of clothing colors? Why did you come to see me?" "Because you're still my husband, Rob, at least until you leave this place, until you find a lawyer to handle your divorce, I'm still your wife. But even if we divorce, nothing will change. I'm here today to get this case straight. I could have waited until you were released on bail, but I don't know who you'll be talking to about your case in the meantime, or what you'll be saying." "What do you mean by 'get the case straight'?"
"I've talked to my lawyer, and he told me that if you discovered Eric was using his position and power to blackmail me, then your anger stemming from jealousy is justified." "That's not jealousy at all. I just wanted to punch him and quit." "Here's what I heard: you walked into his office, he stood up, said good morning, and then you punched him. His head hit the wall, and he fell to the floor. Then you said to him, ' "Listen, you bastard, I quit! I'm fired!" Then you kicked him in the scrotum five or six more times. "Is that right?" "No, I kicked him in the scrotum five plus six times, eleven times in total." "They said you unzipped his pants, picked him up, put him on his desk, and nailed his penis to the desk." "No. I did try to nail his penis to the desk, but the nail wasn't long enough to penetrate it. I tried many times but failed." "What else did you tell the police?"
"I didn't say anything. I'm not stupid. My lawyer isn't here, I won't say a word to them." "Have you hired a lawyer?"
"Not yet. I called my dad, he's looking for one for me." "Oh, then I'll call him later and tell him to stop looking. I've already found you a lawyer, but he's attending a court hearing right now, he'll be here soon after. The reason I've maintained a sexual relationship with him for so long is because I'm terrified that you'll see that videotape. Last week, he asked me to provide sexual services for his clients, I refused, and when he threatened me with the videotape again, I was completely enraged and decided to tell you everything." "But maybe they'll ask you why you're afraid of that videotape? Maybe it shows you were raped." "Because that videotape has been edited, it doesn't show that I was forced to have sex with him anymore." "But you should know..." "If he can prove you're lying, you'll be in trouble." "This is my only chance to help you. You're here because of me, I have to find a way to get you out." "You mentioned bail, but I don't have that much money right now, I can't afford the bail." "The lawyer I hired for you said he can get you out as long as you write a guarantee." "But what can they do to me if I don't leave? To get me bailed out, they'd have to pay an extra 10% bail, and that 10% is non-refundable. Right now, all I have is that house, why don't you mortgage it?" "We don't need a guarantor, I'll pay the bail, and that money will be refunded later." "But where will you get the money?"
“I sold the small apartment my relatives left me. Now, I’ve moved back to my parents’ house, and I can afford your bail as long as it doesn’t exceed $137,000.” “But why did you move out?”
“I can’t stay here. The thought of your attitude towards me makes me feel like I can’t live so close to you. I need to keep my distance from you, or I’ll really go crazy.” At that moment, the guard came to tell us that the meeting was over. I quickly stood up and left the meeting room because I couldn’t bear to watch them handcuff and shackle Rob.
Rob’s story was told half an hour after Toni left, the lawyer she had hired for me arrived. The lawyer suggested that I tell the police that Toni only told me she was being blackmailed by Eric, and that I didn’t think that was enough to prosecute Eric, so I had to resolve the issue myself. Following the lawyer’s advice, I recounted the events of that day to the police, as well as the reasons that led to it. I was released on bail the next day, and Toni paid $25,000 for my bail.
Toni told the police her story with Eric, who, of course, claimed she was lying. They ended up with conflicting accounts, but soon, the scales of fortune tipped in my favor. Two of my female colleagues testified that Eric had made sexual advances on them and fired them after they refused. Although the matter itself wasn't serious, their testimonies revealed Eric's true colors and significantly influenced the jury.
Then, the lawyer told his friend, a reporter at the local newspaper, about the incident. The reporter wrote a sensational article about sexual harassment in the workplace. The article included interviews with Eric's lawyer, my lawyer, and Toni herself. Toni refused the interviews, saying she didn't want to relive those painful experiences.
Thanks to the lawyer's efforts and the media coverage, I wasn't charged or punished.
Now it seems the only ones harmed in this incident were my job and Eric's penis.
I must admit that without Tony's persistence and help, I wouldn't have been able to extricate myself from that case so easily. However, while I'm very grateful to her, our relationship hasn't changed much. The psychological damage her three-year affair caused us is irreparable. If it were just that one time she was coerced at the party, I could accept and forgive her, but it was three whole years—I simply cannot accept or forgive her.
Now, knowing what she and Eric did, I can no longer trust her. Although she has completely broken off her relationship with Eric, who can guarantee she won't be tempted again when she sees another big penis?
However, her help with that case has forged a new relationship between us. She didn't return to her hometown but bought a small apartment not far from my post. We meet up often, mostly at her request. She told me she will never accept another man; she only wants to wait until I completely forget the pain of her infidelity before we reconcile.
But I no longer want to be her husband. Although I still love her and still enjoy being with her, I cannot and do not want to spend the rest of my life constantly doubting my wife's fidelity. No matter how much she says she loves me, or how she tries to prove it, the suspicion is there, and I do not want to live with it.

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