The consequences of being cold and aloof like a wife because of work

I've been married for eight years.

My wife, Julie, is a lovely, passionate woman with beautiful hair, a tall stature, full breasts, and a figure so good that she looks good in anything. Sometimes I really wonder what I've done to deserve such a beautiful wife.

The downside is that I've been very busy with work lately. My job as a commercial advertising designer sometimes involves working for hours on end, often leaving early and returning late. Julie spends most of her time at home. She could easily go out and have fun with her friends, but she always waits for me to come home.

Last Wednesday, although I had a lot of work to do, I thought I should at least take an afternoon to spend with Julie. So, after instructing my assistant, I left the office before lunch.

I practically jumped into the driver's seat of my car and went straight home.

As I parked, I saw another car parked next to my house, a Cherokee—a model I've always liked. I admired the car as I walked into the house, perhaps because I liked it so much, I didn't pay much attention when I got into the living room.

There was no one in the living room; I thought she was probably in the kitchen, checking what was for lunch. But there was no one in the kitchen; perhaps they were in the bedroom. My wife is very diligent; she often tidies up our clothes and puts them in the closet around this time, tirelessly.

As I approached the bedroom door, I heard strange noises coming from inside. I slowly walked forward, wanting to hear what was going on.

God, I wish I could stay at work forever and never come back.

In front of the slightly ajar door, I saw Julie being held by a strange man. Actually, to be more precise, my wife was kneeling, holding the penis that was inserted into her anus.

"Oh, fuck, your penis is making my ass so swollen!"

she said to the man.

"Don't you like this, you slut? Don't you like my dick going into your ass?!" "Fuck, I do like it, you idiot!" I stood there almost fainting, too shocked to speak at the sight.

Julie, the wife I had cherished so much, who never engaged in anal sex with me, was actually willing to mess around with a strange man, and seemed to enjoy it immensely. I'd rather be the one fucking my wife's ass than that man.

I just stood there, watching that idiot pound into my wife's round buttocks, the waves of her hips and breasts crashing against me, interspersed with my wife's screams of "Again! Again!"... My eyes filled with tears, I stood there silently, as if glued to the spot—unable to watch, yet unable to move.

This man was pulling Julie's hair back, thrusting forcefully again and again, while my wife's desires throbbed relentlessly.

The stranger's right hand reached down to my wife's side, kneading her breasts tightly, his fingers squeezing her dark nipples with great force. My wife cried out, seemingly enjoying the pain.

We'd never done this before; it'd always been the same routine. I'd never hurt her before, and I couldn't understand why she was so sensitive to pain now.

"Just like that, you idiot, fuck me like that. You're great at what my husband can't do. Fuck me harder, fuck me harder, I love it when you fuck my cunt!" He pulled his wife's hair and rubbed her breasts. Despite the force, her nipples remained erect. I really didn't want to get excited and tried my best to suppress the urge to join this crazy battle.

I heard the man say he was going to cum, and almost simultaneously, he pulled out his penis. Julie quickly turned around, opened her mouth, and took the man's disgusting penis into her mouth. You know, I've been kissing that mouth for eight years, or ten if you include college.

As my wife licked the semen that slid off his penis, I almost vomited.

After she finished, the man slapped Julie's cheek with his penis, and my wife didn't seem disgusted at all. She rolled his penis against her face with one hand and smeared the semen on her breasts with the other.

That idiot man even forced my wife to take his penis deep into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

I don't understand. Why wouldn't Julie want to do these things with me?

"Hmm, licking well, you slut, lick this cock that's been in your ass, lick it!" I wanted to rush in and kill that man. How could he call my wife a "slut"? How could Julie like being called a "slut"?

After Julie finished licking my cock, I was still standing there, stunned. Then, the man lifted my wife's face, leaned in, and kissed her sexy lips, deeply swirling his tongue inside. His hands were still roaming all over her body, like two lovers deeply in love.

I turned around with difficulty, walked to the living room, and slumped onto the sofa with my hands behind my head. Tears silently streamed down my face, and the scene from earlier replayed in my mind. I can't understand it. I can't understand how Julie could do such a thing. Why? How could this be? I love her so much; she always has an orgasm during sex. During sex, my wife has never given me any hints that she needs more, more intense intercourse.

What caused all of this? I thought they should be out by now, but there was no sound. I really didn't want to see what they were doing, but I couldn't help but slip back to the bedroom door.

When I peered through the door, I saw the man holding up his wife's round thighs and fucking her cunt hard. I knew this was our favorite position, one we'd liked for almost 10 years.

I couldn't believe that the filthy whispers filling the room were coming from Julie's mouth... "Ah, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me, fuck me until you shoot your cum into my mouth, harder, fuck me hard with your hard cock, fuck me!!!" I'd never heard anything like that before.

"Okay, slut, take all the cocks, whose cunt wants them!" "Oh, I want them, my cunt wants cocks." Every word, every sentence, was like a sharp blade, scraping at my heart, as if I were seeing my heart being sliced apart piece by piece.

Suddenly, I burst into laughter. I was excited, the thought of our future children having such a wanton mother made me laugh almost maniacally.

"Who's fucking your cunt? Who? Who can satisfy you?"

"You, you idiot, only you can satisfy me!"

What should I do? Leave? Stay here? Or rush in and kill them? Or just kill that man? I didn't move, I did nothing, I just watched.

Maybe, if I were Superman, or at least stronger, I would definitely take action: roar and rush in, tear them to shreds! My wife was passionate, and so was the man, completely absorbed, like two wild beasts rolling around on my huge bed, sheets and clothes everywhere.

I watched that thick cock thrust in and out, my wife's legs spread wide, and I hoped I could dislocate her hip.

"Fuck me, don't stop, never stop!"

I saw the man's thick lips pressed against his wife's, her tongue entwining and pressing against his, while their buttocks swayed rhythmically together.

They could easily have seen me in the hallway, but unfortunately, they were too focused on their "business" to notice. I'd seen enough, far more than I'd ever seen before. I turned around and left the house.

I drove, my eyes blurry with tears…

I didn't care if I went the wrong way; I just drove aimlessly. I couldn't believe something like this was happening to me; my life was completely destroyed.

I stopped by a bar and went in, ordering the strongest drink imaginable.

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 7 p.m. I drove home, if it was still my home.

I walked into the house, and Julie greeted me, but I dodged her kiss.

"What's bothering you?"

she asked.

"Nothing, just a little tired!"

I was unusually quiet during dinner, speaking very little, while Julie acted as if nothing had happened.

After dinner, I took a shower, hoping to wash away the images of my wife having sex with another man, but it was no use.

In bed, I tossed and turned, my mind replaying the scene of a penis sliding in and out of her cunt… I prayed the clock would never strike 6, that those scenes would never appear. Then I drifted off to sleep. I didn't

wake up until 11 a.m.

I drove to work and then drove back. That idiot Cherokee was parked around the house again.

I was furious. I stormed in, saw them on the bed again, saw that wet penis going in and out, and roared that I was going to kick the man out.

The idiot casually dressed while laughing. Julie tried to explain, but what could she say? After the idiot left, Julie came to me in the kitchen.

"Julie, how could you do such a thing? Didn't you know the consequences? Did you have no choice but to do it?" "You're right, you're never home, you never look at me properly, you never take me out, all you do is work, work, work! Fuck you, that's not what I need, a man can give me what I want!" "I can do better, wife. If you stop these crazy things, I'll forgive you.

My life can't be without you!"

I cried, and Julie stared at me in astonishment.

"Is this how you treat people? You've disappointed me. You're not a man at all. If a real man knew his wife was cheating on him, he would kill the adulterer. And you, you did nothing. Are you even a man?" "Please don't do this, Julie, I love you."

"Fuck you!"

she shrieked, then went straight to the phone, called that idiot man, and said, "Come pick me up, right now!" She slammed the phone down.

Then she went to the bedroom, packed a bag, and left.

The Cherokee was already waiting there.

I begged her to stay, but she just sneered and walked towards the Cherokee, leaving without a word.

[The End]

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