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The longer I live, the more I believe the old adage that things are never what they seem. I am a generally easy going kind of guy, and until recently seemed to have had a fairly normal life. It appeared like I had it all. I was at the pinnacle of success, with a great job, a gorgeous wife, plenty of wealth, and a large home in the suburbs. This is my account of how my perfect life came tumbling down. But before I bring you up to present I will go back six weeks ago. It was February 2, 2014, and I was sitting in our home office listening with much trepidation to the sound of my wife of thirteen years, getting her brains fucked out. I remember the pain I felt in my heart as I heard the headboard banging against the wall, with such ferocity the family photos shook. Julie’s voice was a series of unintelligible grunts and moans, as he slammed her wanton cunt with a power I have never given her. I felt humiliation that my love making had only produced an occasional sigh or mumble of satisfaction as she rolled off to sleep. They had been going at this for over an hour and it seemed It was not stopping any time soon. That morning she had worked hard preparing herself for her lover, primping, doing her hair, and carefully applying her make up. It seemed like she was getting ready for the prom, not get fucked by a stranger. She asked me to clean the house and spend extra time in our bedroom. Well I had always thought of it as our bedroom, but now I guess was to be their bedroom. I had been sleeping in the guest room for over a week, at his request. During her online chats with him, he had told her to not have sex in any form until he showed up on Saturday. She said this was only temporary. This whole thing seemed like a fantasy gone wild. Not mine but hers. She assured me this was a one time thing. Around noon, Julie had called out, “Mark, come up here. I need your help.” “I will be right there. Just finishing up the laundry.” When I entered the bathroom she was sitting on the edge of the tub naked with her legs spread. She handed me a razor and shaving gel. “Shave me! Jerome told me he likes bald pussy. Be careful and don’t forget to rub the oil on it when you are done. I don’t want a rash.” Obediently I did what she commanded, with mixed feelings. I knew our life was forever going to change in a few hours, and my gorgeous thirty two year old wife was not going to be mine exclusively any longer, but for some reason, I was excited, sporting a rock hard erection. After I finished the shaving job, I recall that Julie stood in front of the full length mirror admiring herself. She was a true beauty, with stunning natural shoulder length strawberry blond hair, framing the face of an angel. Her eyes were deep blue and lips were sensual, with the applied red gloss. Julie always maintained her body by running every morning, eating right and going to the gym regularly. I loved her long legs and firm, shapely round butt, but I think her most noticeable as assets were her full, natural breasts and pert, pink nipples. “Well, what do you think?” she asked. “You are truly almanbahis beautiful. I love you.” “I love you too… Now go finish your chores!” Her dominating mannerisms were something that started a short time ago. It started with her saying she felt poorly and needed my help around the house. I worked long hours and she was the home maker but I agreed to help. It was not like we are messy with just the two of us, so it didn’t seem unusual. However, it some how seemed to stick and I was now responsible for most of the house care. Besides, I was rewarded at bed time, if you get my drift. About four thirty the door bell had rang. Julie asked me to answer it. When I opened the door, standing in front of me was a tall muscular black man, about six foot four, in a snug fit t-shirt and jeans. “Hi, I’m Jerome. I am a bit early but I couldn’t wait to get this evening started,” he stated, extending his hand. His grip was almost crushingly firm. “Come in. Julie will be down in a minute. Can I get you a drink?” “A beer is fine.” “I’ll be right down. You two get acquainted,” Julie shouted. I led him into the living room nervously, thinking about what was soon to transpire. He sat on the sofa and was looking at our family album while I had gone to retrieve the drinks. I called out to Julie, “Would you like a drink dear?” “A white wine with some 7-Up please… Be there in ten.” I brought the drinks, handed him a Bud Lite and set the wine cooler on the coffee table. I sat opposite him, not quite knowing what to say. After all, this man was about to take everything I hold dear from me. My wife, my marriage, and what ever dignity I had left. “From what I understand from your wife, you’re a first time cucky?” “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” “How are you feeling?” The question was not one that I wanted to answer with a stranger, especially one that was going to be fucking my wife. So I just said, “Okay, I suppose.” “Okay? I am not new to this. You are anything but okay. It is ripping you in half thinking that your wife wants me to give her what you can’t, a big black cock. You feel helpless. You feel emasculated. You feel humiliated, but you don’t feel okay.” “Fuck you!” “That’s better. Show some passion. I know I will when I shove in my big fat black cock up your wife’s ass.” “So, what are you boys talking about?” Julie asked as she walked down the stairs in a pink see through night gown and high heels. I thought how she never dressed so sexy for me. “We were discussing how beautiful and sexy you are,” replied Jerome, standing to greet her. “Is that right, Marky? Is that what you were talking about?” “Not exactly,” I said flushed with anger. Julie walked up to Jerome and he kissed her with a lingering kiss. He was cupping her butt cheeks and tonguing her deep. I was getting angrier as the moments passed and she saw that. What kind of sadistic game was she playing? Then, like rubbing salt into the wound, she pulled back and said, “I want you to see a real man’s cock. Take off your clothes, Marky, so we can compare you to a man sized prick. “No! I don’t want almanbahis yeni giriş to!” “Do it, now!” she commanded. I reluctantly unbuttoned my shirt with trembling fingers, and folded it neatly placing it on the back of the couch. “Hurry the fuck up, Marky! We don’t have all day,” she ordered. I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and stepped out of my trousers. Impatiently, she pulled down my boxers. I wanted to act uninterested but my hard erection betrayed me. So I stood there proudly while she went to Jerome. Julie unzipped his large bulge and pulled out the most humongous cock I had ever seen. It was like a big black snake with huge head and veins popping out. I couldn’t believe she was actually going to be fucked by that. It would be like giving birth. She stroked it, and it grew even bigger in her hand. “Come here, Marky, and feel how big it is.” “No!” “Come over and feel it! If you don’t you won’t get your cock sucked later. Be a good boy.” “No!” I said emphatically, trying to retain at least a sliver of self respect. “Your choice, bad boy. Nothing for you later. We are going to our bedroom. Don’t bother us,” Julie commanded, leading leading Jerome up the stairs. He grinned back at me with a sarcastic smile. So there I was, sitting in the office trying to piece together how this all transpired. This was never something I fantasized about, or sought out. I was happy with my life. I was a professional architect that had just made partner in my firm. I had a beautiful home, and an even more beautiful wife I loved, and would do anything for. That was my weakness, love. I turned on Julie’s lap top. Never once had poked into her business, but I wanted some answers. I remember as her computer booted up I heard them starting up again. “Oh god, fuck me! Fuck me!” Julie screamed. Bang, bang, bang, I heard as the bed again slammed against the wall. That infuriated me. I never thought of myself as an ineffectual lover. I don’t have a little cock, at seven and a half inches. I work out and play racquetball to stay fit. I realized that we had been married a while, and sex had dropped off to a couple times a week, but don’t most couples struggle a bit in this area? The computer had finished the boot was up and was running. I perused the desk top. The icons seemed to be the normal ones of word processor, photo editors, quicken, and a menu program. I don’t remember why but I clicked on the icon that said My Menus. When it opened it there was a series of file folders, most with food dish names. However, there was one that said My Diary. I clicked on it and a password security popped up. I thought it made sense a private diary would have a password. I had never once violated Julie’s privacy but In desperation for answers I tried a few words.They failed. “Marky! Bring us something to drink,” Julie shouted. I thought how this had gone far enough, but I made Julie another wine cooler in a tall glass and grabbed another beer for her lover. I tapped on the door and was told to come in. When I entered the bedroom I almost dropped almanbahis giriş the drinks. He was on his back and she was in a reverse cow girl position. His giant cock was thrusting in and out like a piston with a squishy sound at each stroke. “Put the drinks on the nightstand and watch how a real man fucks me.” She lifted her hips and he showed his expertise by slamming his monster cock into her cunt at a rapid pace. Julie gasped at each thrust with their skin slapping, like clapping your hands. “Pay attention! This is how a real man fucks,” Julie taunted. This was enough. I had no interest watching my wife being pounded like a whore. It was like being stabbed in the heart. I put the drinks down on the nightstand and immediately left, shutting the door behind me. “Don’t forget to feed Penny and give her some water,” she shouted through the door. “Feed her fucking cat too? Bitch!” I thought to myself. “Hmmm.” I went back to the computer and typed p-e-n-n-y into the password box. The program opened. “Gotcha,” I thought. I was in her diary. It was organized by date going back to 1999. I searched several entries like the day we met, our engagement, and wedding. ********* March 23, 2001. Mark Thomas. Went with Cathy tonight to the Bandar. Met this kind of dorky guy named Mark. Not my type but Cathy says he comes from real money. I am graduating high school and not going to work some fucking retail job the rest of my life. I still hold my V card and will gladly trade it for a life time meal ticket. He asked me to go on a date. Dinner and movie. How original. Gezzz. March 30, 2001. Dorks Ville. Mark picked me up at six in his Chevy Nova. Plain car suits him. I couldn’t believe he took me to Carrows. I guess that means he is frugal. He explained he is on a budget and is trying to make ends meet. He just graduated from college and is trying to establish himself. That all is a crock. He’s just another tight ass. Mark told me that he is attracted to me. Of course he would be. I am hot and he’s not. Held my hand in the movies. Clammy and sweaty. The movie was great, Harry Potter. Daniel Radcliffe kinda looks like Mark. Lol. He fumbled around and finally went for a kiss. (Gag) Popcorn breath.” June 30, 2001. E-day. We have dated three months and he finally took the hint and offered me a ring. Not a moment too early. My mom expects me to get a job now that I am graduated. Barely graduated, guess they graduate anyone. Lol. I only had a 1.5 GPA. I told Mark I had graduated with honors. He will believe anything. I deserved an acting award when I blustered at his offer of marriage and almost swooned. The only surprise here was the cheap ass bought me a half carat diamond. I thought he was good for at least a whole carat. It is so cute the way he told me all the reasons he loves me. I can’t think,of any myself so I just said, me too. November 9, 2001. V-day. Well I am now Mrs. Thomas. The wedding was so beautiful and totally paid for by his folks. They spared no expense. Band, catered food, a paid for honeymoon to Hawaii, a new car, and a sizeable down payment for a house. Fucking awesome! Cathy was right. He comes from money. Gave up my V card tonight. No big whoop. Hurt a little but I have to say Mark is gentle and loving. He took his time and it wasn’t bad at all. The morning was better.
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