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The reinvention of a marriage. Part I
Life was pretty good. It was okay, actually. I was the the thirty something husband to a thirty something wife. Life was ordinary, and fulfilled. I loved her dearly, and she loved me just as much, perhaps even more if that was possible. She was everything I ever wanted. Level headed, fair, even tempered, and beautiful. Though not a model, she had beautiful curves. She was my life.
I, however, was not as good to her as she was to me. And I felt horrible for it. Ever since I was in college, I developed a horrible, horrible masturbation addiction. As technology developed, my addictions grew worse. I could not remove myself from my stimulus, and as such I simply could not give my wife the lovemaking she was giving me. Add to that a job that required travel each week, and my time alone in hotels with my smart phone put our sex life in jeopardy.
This was my marriage, for 10 years. We never disc issued my issues. Ever. In fact she may not have even known how bad it was. But I'm sure she knew I had a problem. So for ten years, my wife was left unsatisfied, and I felt helpless to do anything about it. I feared speaking about it would jeopardize our marriage.
It was these feelings of guilt and shame that caused my masturbation fantasies to turn to cuckolding fantasies and male chastity fantasies. For years, my porn folders on my computers were full of videos of men being humiliated. I dreamed of my wife taking charge, but she was so vanilla in real life we actually stopped having sex for a few months after I tried kissing her feet once. She thought it was gross and too kinky.
So we lived in a rut. Day in, day out. Until that one day in October.
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After a trip I was on was cut short, I flew home early. In a bid to surprise her with my arrival, I drove home without telling her. As you might imagine, as I pulled into the drive way I saw the white pickup truck in the driveway. The telltale sign. I immediately knew what was going on. Surprisingly, I didn't know how to react. On a fantasy level, this is what I always wanted. But on a REAL level I was FURIOUS. I tired up. I was humiliated. Angered. Enraged. I felt HATE. And FEAR. I was confused, but angry and upset.
I parked quietly and let myself in. I made my way upstairs slowly without a sound. As I neared the bedroom door, I heard them. It wasn’t the hot, passionate sex I expected. They were giggling! They were talking quietly. It was lover's talk!! They were "fooling around" like a couple teens dating! I stood there, quietly. I was dumbfounded. Was she in love with another man??!! I tried my best to listen through the door.
I heard them giggle some more. Then moan. Then giggle. I head some light slapping. Then more moaning. It was a playful time for them. I actually felt a little happy, mixed amongst my rage. As it continued, my rage began to turn to humiliation. I began to feel embarrassed that I let this happen. Its like the classic case of the victim feeling it was their fault. Except I wasn't the victim, she was. And it was my fault!
I stood there, blushing. Embarrassed to be myself. I felt ashamed. I started to tear up again. No, I began to full on sob like a baby. I tried my best to muffle my cries. I tried to be quiet so I could hear what was going on. Suddenly, it got quiet. I froze. Were they done? Were they coming to the door. I thought of places to hide.
Then I heard it. I heard the long moan that she does. I heard her take a cock. She quiets down and focuses. She is such a great woman... she makes a lover feel so special. She focuses everything she has on her man. I could see it, without seeing it. He was gently entering her. They were beginning. I was frozen with trepidation.
I heard them begin to grind. Slowly. She likes it slow at first, to readjust to the sensations. Then I heard them pick up the pace. But then I heard something odd. She moaned louder than I have ever heard before! She even yelped a little! She never did that for me! I head him grunting some words, but I couldn’t make out what they were. Until I heard it. He called her a bitch! I have never... But when he did that, I heard her yell "YES!" She never yelled "YES" for me. In fact, she never even whispered "yes"!
I lost focus of my emotions, and listened intently. And I realized something amazing. My wife was cheating on me. She was violating our love, only because I failed her as a husband. And I was hard! I realized I was engorged, larger than I ever felt before. I heard them enter a rhythm. They were not having sex. They were FUCKING. I'm not sure I ever fucked my wife. I only made love to her, and poorly at that.
And hearing my wife get FUCKED made me hard. Very, very hard. My compulsions got the better of me. I reached down into my pants. I was hard, wet, and excited. And I engaged myself, in the most shameful way I ever did.
I heard them get rough. I heard slapping. I heard her pleasure. She was loud. Louder than ever with me. I was so hot. It was so sexy to hear her be satisfied. It was exciting to feel her emotion through a closed door.
They began to climax. She began to yell profanities. I could envision her back arching. I could feel her energy. I heard his grunting. I heard him pull out. And I heard him finish. I could just see everything in my mind. I could see my beautiful wife suddenly become a real, human woman. I could just see in my mind his finishing all over her beautiful body.
And that’s when I finished. And I forgot one thing. I forgot to be quiet. I forgot I was supposed to be invisible. And then I experienced the most powerfully humiliating orgasm of my life. This was the orgasm that changed my life forever. I didn't realize at the time how intense this act would be. And they heard me.
I froze. I didn’t know what to do. I was weak, and indecisive. The door flung open, and the lover stood in the doorway. He held his fist up, as if defending his lover. I saw her. My beautiful wife, a woman with needs, on the bed. Sweaty. Finished. Covering herself as if from an intruder. Oh my God! I was an intruder!
"Mark?" She asked, peering around her lover.
I stood there. Quiet. Speechless. One hand still down my pants. I was so weak. I didn't know how to react.
"Mark?" my wife asked again.
"yes?" I meekly whispered.
"I- Is this your husband?" the lover asked.
My wife, in tears, whispered "yes."
"Mark, I'm so sorry," she quietly mouthed. I still stood there, speechless.
"I think he had a good time," the lover said, with a small smirk, pointing to my crotch.
"Mark??" my wife asked as she sat up and squinted. "Did you just jerk off to us?"
I felt my face go beat red. I could only open my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"Oh My GOD!" she exclaimed. Suddenly she broke down in tears. "Oh my God" she cried again. Her lover left the door, sat next to her and caressed her. Its what I should have done. Except I just humiliated her beyond anything humanly possible!
She shook her hear in tears. "Oh my god..." she meekly cried.
And they she leaned over. Into the lover's arms. He looked up, his eyes saying "What the hell, man?"
And that’s when I felt the most erotic, humiliating wave of energy of my life. I have never again felt that kind of electricity in my life.
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