Mine is the usual story of a prosperous professional man working too hard, then being too tired and grumpy to not to notice my pretty little wife and how much attention she was making to the way she dressed and having her blonde hair done so often. I was immune to her perfume and to the sound of her girlish little voice. So much time was wasted. Her assignations with work colleagues and even strangers started when she was working long hours to help keep my ailing computer business afloat during the early 1990s. I look back at the photos that had been taken of her on works outings, without thought as to who took them, or whether they had been taken on business trips or not. She is now 55, but still slim and petite. Her slender legs still seem to go on forever. I guess I was immune to her pretty lingerie and the fact that she had a shaven vagina from the day I met her, when we were both mid 20s. Her revelations began late last year, prompted by my continued neglect to help her during dinner parties, preferring to drink, talk and generally hold court. Sex was a struggle, even though she wore lavish satin and lace nighties. Through all of our married life I had dirty thoughts about other women, but my mind was too inhibited to treat my wife, Victoria, as I had wanted to when we were first married. I was very shy and unsure of my sexuality at public school and university, but had wanked over pornography. Images of young women being gang fucked by tough looking men always got me hard. But marriage and my career changed all of that. I was a virgin when we married, although I had been wanked and buggered when I was much younger. Thoughts of being dressed as a girl and getting fucked also made me hard, and guilty. I have heard many stories from her now, but the one that she began with happened after the dinner party last year. This is a true story, so I can’t say how she met this man as he sounds like the sort who would be reading these stories and still lives in the area. When she confessed that she had seen him again, late last year, to spite me, my first reaction was jealousy. I had been cuckolded very badly and that is how I found this website. I wanted to know why my jealousy and anger gave me such a hard on. It was so hard that I pulled her nightie up, stared hard at her bald little mound and grabbed her there, arching over her and thrusting, first one finger, then two, sawing my fingers in and out while she moaned, grabbed my torso with weak little arms and hands as if knowing that I was about to fuck her brains out. I called her a whore and a filthy little slut. She pulled her hands away, covering her big blue eyes. Suddenly I noticed the little details, like her crimson nail gels and wedding rings. She winced and rolled her head from side to side, strands of long blonde hair covering her pretty face, her full lips opening to gasp, showing perfect teeth and making me wonder if his cock had been down her throat. She has always been tight down there, and as I angrily sawed now four fingers in and out of her vulnerable little sex slit, I felt it moisten. My right thumb and index finger was squeezing and hurting her very tiny clitoris. It was time to put my cock into her and I knew I was not going to be gentle. I fucked her so very hard that she had trouble walking afterwards. All the time I was fucking her I was demanding to know what he had done to her. Being rammed by my seriously engorged cock and cumming several times in shuddering little orgasms, she was in no state to tell me much. But she said yes when I asked if he had a big cock, she said yes. She moaned a yes when I asked if it was much bigger than mine. I knew a long ago past boyfriend had taken her pert little bottom but I had been to shy to do the same. So I had to know. Asking that question, she opened her big blue eyes and whispered yes. I came hard, squeezing her breasts through the material of her shimmering nightie and erupting in what felt like buckets of cum in a very long and powerful orgasm It was not until next morning that I asked her more questions and discovered the extreme of what that man had become used to doing to her and how glad he was that she had gone back to him. He had told her I must be a wimp to neglect such a sexual and beautiful woman.