My wifes secret life
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Dirtydownunder
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cheating
Two years ago, my wife of 25 years left me. We had been uncomfortable with each other for a few years and she finally decided she didn't want to drag it out any longer and made the decision that was the right one for both of us, to end it and move on.
Six months ago, she was tragically killed by a drunk driver, devastating both me and our two kids, both of whom had moved out of their mothers house about a year ago.
The kids didn't really know what to do with the majority of her stuff and so I helped to sort through things, sending clothing to St Vincent and scattering other items around thrift stores and family. The rest of her stuff that was left, I told the kids I would take it and go through it in time and sort it out, chuck what was rubbish and send the rest where it belonged.
One box was marked work and I was about to throw the whole thing in the bin, but thought I had better go through it first to make sure nothing sensitive was in there, so I took it into my living room and opened it up.
What I found in the box was a massive shock. On the top there was a number of appointment diaries and notebooks and I quickly flicked through them to check they were ok to throw out, but I noticed some unusual entries.
My wife had been a travelling sales rep for most of our life together, so there were the usual entries for meetings and addresses of customers, but there were a lot of entries with hotel room numbers and guys names, nightclubs and even strip clubs. I'm not exactly naive and pretty quickly it became obvious to me that my wife had been cheating on me for some time, but I had no idea for how long and I was about to find out the horrible truth.
I began reading the notebooks and the first couple were simply orders and details of customers requests for stock lines etc, but then I found one that was dated 1991, the year we got engaged. Inside I found a world of humiliation and pain. There were accounts of camping trips with my friends where she detailed exploits with guys who were my best friends. One episode was with Dave and Ian, both my groomsmen at our wedding, when we were camping and I had gotten drunk and gone off to our tent to sleep and my wife had embarked on a 4 hour fuck-a-thon with these two. The book detailed how she had let them fuck her pussy and ass until she was too sore to continue and had crawled into bed with me at 4am full of their cum. How Ian had a massive cock that once hard never went soft and he was able to go again and again after cumming.
There was entry after entry, ex boyfriends, her boss, random guys on nights out with her girlfriends, even a couple of friends of her dads! All this while we were busy planning our wedding and future life together. I read book after book, dated from that first one in '91 right up to this year when she was killed.
I read details of how on our wedding day, she had told me she was going up to our hotel room to get a comfortable pair of shoes to wear for the photographs and to freshen up a bit while I stayed talking to guests and family, but actually she went up and got fucked by Ian, my groomsman, and one of the hotel waiters working our wedding. She talked about how she was standing with me taking photos for our album and could feel their cum running down her thighs and how horny it made her. All I remember of that night was that she was an animal in bed and we fucked like never before and I remember thinking at the time, that my friends would all be jealous of the sexpot I had married!
She detailed how she got several jobs, including her last and longest repping job by fucking her employers. Steven, her last boss, was a guy I never fully trusted, he seemed slimy, and it turned out I was right. He fucked her over his desk on her first interview and then insisted on meeting me and apparently managed to finger her under the table while we were all out at dinner.
Thankfully, she also detailed that the kids were fathered by me, but even there, she revelled in riding cocks while she was pregnant.
In the end, I stopped counting the number of guys she had fucked, but it was in the hundreds. In the end, I simply made a list of the ones that really mattered, the ones who were friends of mine or close to us in some way, the ones that hurt me the most, and some that would have hurt the kids too if they found out.
Nine of my closest friends over the years had fucked her at least once, but most, hundreds of times. Two of my daughters boyfriends had fucked her. Nineteen, yes nineteen of my sons friends had fucked her over the years, many of them losing their virginity to her. Four exchange students from overseas that had stayed with us had put their hard cocks in her slutty pussy and taken some great memories home with them. But the one that stung the most, was my own dad. He was the one that told me I needed to marry this girl, she's a keeper and if I let her get away, I was a fool. Turns out dad fucked her before I did, while we were still just friends and continued to fuck her until he passed away a few years ago. It turns out that on more than one occassion I was stirring my own dads happy batter inside my wife!
Also in the box were a number of video tapes, small camera ones. I haven't had the nerve to watch them yet, but I imagine I am likely to see some familiar faces!
Six months ago, she was tragically killed by a drunk driver, devastating both me and our two kids, both of whom had moved out of their mothers house about a year ago.
The kids didn't really know what to do with the majority of her stuff and so I helped to sort through things, sending clothing to St Vincent and scattering other items around thrift stores and family. The rest of her stuff that was left, I told the kids I would take it and go through it in time and sort it out, chuck what was rubbish and send the rest where it belonged.
One box was marked work and I was about to throw the whole thing in the bin, but thought I had better go through it first to make sure nothing sensitive was in there, so I took it into my living room and opened it up.
What I found in the box was a massive shock. On the top there was a number of appointment diaries and notebooks and I quickly flicked through them to check they were ok to throw out, but I noticed some unusual entries.
My wife had been a travelling sales rep for most of our life together, so there were the usual entries for meetings and addresses of customers, but there were a lot of entries with hotel room numbers and guys names, nightclubs and even strip clubs. I'm not exactly naive and pretty quickly it became obvious to me that my wife had been cheating on me for some time, but I had no idea for how long and I was about to find out the horrible truth.
I began reading the notebooks and the first couple were simply orders and details of customers requests for stock lines etc, but then I found one that was dated 1991, the year we got engaged. Inside I found a world of humiliation and pain. There were accounts of camping trips with my friends where she detailed exploits with guys who were my best friends. One episode was with Dave and Ian, both my groomsmen at our wedding, when we were camping and I had gotten drunk and gone off to our tent to sleep and my wife had embarked on a 4 hour fuck-a-thon with these two. The book detailed how she had let them fuck her pussy and ass until she was too sore to continue and had crawled into bed with me at 4am full of their cum. How Ian had a massive cock that once hard never went soft and he was able to go again and again after cumming.
There was entry after entry, ex boyfriends, her boss, random guys on nights out with her girlfriends, even a couple of friends of her dads! All this while we were busy planning our wedding and future life together. I read book after book, dated from that first one in '91 right up to this year when she was killed.
I read details of how on our wedding day, she had told me she was going up to our hotel room to get a comfortable pair of shoes to wear for the photographs and to freshen up a bit while I stayed talking to guests and family, but actually she went up and got fucked by Ian, my groomsman, and one of the hotel waiters working our wedding. She talked about how she was standing with me taking photos for our album and could feel their cum running down her thighs and how horny it made her. All I remember of that night was that she was an animal in bed and we fucked like never before and I remember thinking at the time, that my friends would all be jealous of the sexpot I had married!
She detailed how she got several jobs, including her last and longest repping job by fucking her employers. Steven, her last boss, was a guy I never fully trusted, he seemed slimy, and it turned out I was right. He fucked her over his desk on her first interview and then insisted on meeting me and apparently managed to finger her under the table while we were all out at dinner.
Thankfully, she also detailed that the kids were fathered by me, but even there, she revelled in riding cocks while she was pregnant.
In the end, I stopped counting the number of guys she had fucked, but it was in the hundreds. In the end, I simply made a list of the ones that really mattered, the ones who were friends of mine or close to us in some way, the ones that hurt me the most, and some that would have hurt the kids too if they found out.
Nine of my closest friends over the years had fucked her at least once, but most, hundreds of times. Two of my daughters boyfriends had fucked her. Nineteen, yes nineteen of my sons friends had fucked her over the years, many of them losing their virginity to her. Four exchange students from overseas that had stayed with us had put their hard cocks in her slutty pussy and taken some great memories home with them. But the one that stung the most, was my own dad. He was the one that told me I needed to marry this girl, she's a keeper and if I let her get away, I was a fool. Turns out dad fucked her before I did, while we were still just friends and continued to fuck her until he passed away a few years ago. It turns out that on more than one occassion I was stirring my own dads happy batter inside my wife!
Also in the box were a number of video tapes, small camera ones. I haven't had the nerve to watch them yet, but I imagine I am likely to see some familiar faces!
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