A Cheating Wife’s Letter to Her Husband

Dear Tobey,

If you are reading this, that means you are probably standing above our bed where I left the envelope. I left it here, on this bed, with these sheets…because this is just as it was the first time Grady fucked me in our home. You were out, probably trying to hustle some pool games at Lenny’s Tavern, and Grady showed up looking for you. Said you owed him some money. Anyway, just wanted you to know. I want you to know everything I am about to tell you because…well…I love you very much. And it is my deepest desire that we retain our marriage, and that we stay together. But in the end, that is going to be up to you.

I know you hate him. I know you have always hated him. And it was never my intention to fuck him that day he came over. But once he was in our house, telling me to “get him a beer” and asking if “I was taken care of”, something…changed in me. The way he talked about you, and the time I saw him slap you in the face and laugh…I can’t explain it, but it gets me so fucking wet. So, when he told me to come sit next to him I did. When he shoved his tongue in my mouth, I didn’t fight it. And when he spanked my ass red and fucked me like a bitch dog, I screamed like a little whore. Like HIS little whore. Because I was. And the thought of Grady, your bully, using me up…it gets me off like nothing I’ve ever known.

And that was just the first time.

I know you suspected things long before you got that text message from him. The truth is, I came when he called. After that first day, he started coming by a couple times a week. If he saw your car was home, he would either keep driving or stay long enough to fuck with you. Like that time he was arguing with you about your payment for the roofing jobs. Remember when he shoved you against the wall and told you he would do as he pleases in your home? Well, he went to take a piss after that before he left. But I was in the bathroom waiting for him. He threw me in the shower and pissed all over me, clothes and all. I can still remember his fat dangling cock unloading on me. He got hard while he was pissing, and he fucked my mouth a little. He didn’t cum. Just finished pissing and left.

But if he saw you weren’t home, he would come in. Unannounced, usually, and have his way with me. I would tell him he should probably go, and that we didn’t want to get caught. But he did not seem to care very much about that. It was almost like he wanted to get caught…which I guess he really did, because as you and I both know, he got tired of waiting.

Most of the time we fucked, we did it in our bed, honey. But other times, he fucked me in the kitchen, on the living room floor, the couch. Sometimes he would get one of your ties from the closet to wrap my wrists up or choke me. He liked wiping away the last of his cum with your clothes, and he would tell me not to wash them. I didn’t. You wore them often, and noticed the stains on your clothes more than once.

He fucked me in the ass. A lot. At first it was really painful, but eventually…well, you know. Other times he would just pick me up in his car and I would blow him till he came. He had a thing with his cum. He liked to do it on my face and my tits. Sometimes he’d have me swallow it. Whatever he wanted, I did. And there was never a time that went by where he didn’t mention you. He would be buried in my asshole, choking me and rubbing my clit, whispering in my ear- Does your wimp husband fuck you like this? Do you want me to leave him alone? And the answer was always, no.

I know this is a lot to take in, baby. If you’ve read this far, I’m proud of you. And I want you to know something very important. This is NOT a breakup letter. I wish to be your wife very much. Now and forever. Always. But I need you to know what happened, and I need you to know what is going to happen, should you choose to stay.

I know his bullying got bad when summer came. Any chance he had to humiliate you at a friend’s pool party, he took. We both know he has an amazing physique, and while I love you Tobey, we both know you’ve never gone to the gym a day in your life. Grady is an athlete; you are a couch potato. And that OK. When his tormenting of you was at its worst, you would lash out at him. You threw that drink at him, another time you yelled at him, and a different time I think you actually may have swung on him. Other than just getting yourself in worse with Grady, it was always right after those instances that he would fuck me the hardest. The cruelest. He would make me squirt seven times in a night if he was angry with you. It fueled him.

And so, knowing this, I wished for his cruelty on you. I wanted him to bully you. You always took it and you never cut him out of your life. So, I think on some level…or, rather, I think I WANT to think, that on some level you liked Grady’s dominance. I don’t know if it was something that went as far as turning you on…but I remember that time your nipples got hard when he…well, you remember… and I have wondered ever since.

You and I both know our own sex life was at its best during Grady and I’s affair. My own guilt mixed with my new appetite certainly worked in your favor in the bedroom. So, in a funny way, it was mutually beneficial. All the bullying and humiliation aside, great sex is great sex.

Let’s talk about the text message he sent you, when all of this blew up in your face…in my face too. He grabbed my phone and told me he was doing it. I thought he was kidding and quite frankly, I was distracted. Too distracted to care, I guess. So, there I was, Grady’s cock in my ass and one of his loser friend’s cock in my mouth. That was the first time he brought a friend, so I guess he wanted documentation. He filmed the whole thing and I know most of your pals have seen it by now. But in the middle of tag-teaming me, he took that short video he sent to you.

When I looked at it later, alone, I masturbated to it. I watched them manhandle me, spanking and spitting on me, fucking my holes. Then I would look at your name in the chat log, and Grady had sent it to you with the text- She’s my whore now, and I’ll do as I please. I came. I came so fucking hard. And I still do, every time I watch it and read that.

I can only be honest with you, my love. From now on you will know everything, whether you want to or not.

I’ll admit I’m surprised you didn’t run off after that. The fact that Grady was able to maintain his hold on you is impressive. I never thought in a million years you would watch that video, but you did. I can still remember the pain on your face. I kept looking for any sign of enjoyment, but it just wasn’t there. Maybe it was too overwhelming? I’d like to think that if we did these things more often, you would warm to it.

Now, about that day. The day you watched us.

Grady showing up with two men demanding money for your gambling debt…it was terrifying. I could see how you backed down from Grady immediately and paid him without question. When they didn’t leave right away, I could see how nervous you were. Your eyes so shifty, always darting around the room. When they said they were going to fuck me for interest, I thought you were going to pass out. I’ll never forget the color running out of your face when the three of them crowded me, passing my mouth around for half an hour. They really took their time, didn’t they? And all the while, I was looking for any sign from you that maybe, just maybe you could enjoy this.

And I want you to know, I saw you.

Grady is an Alpha. We both know it, and Grady certainly knows it. He can do whatever he wants to me, and not only will I let him, I’ll enjoy it. For God’s sakes Tobey, he pissed on me and fucked my face in your home while you were there. Who exactly is going to stop him? You? Please.

So, when an Alpha like that fucks me in my ass, a foot from your face, while choking me and slapping my tits, it must provoke some sort of reaction from a Beta like you. Even on some small insignificant level. So, while he came in my asshole, with those other two men slapping my face with their stiff peckers, I caught a quick glimpse of you. You were touching yourself. However small and light, you were doing it. Which tells me, somewhere, deep down, it is in you. It is in you to want this.

That, or I’m seeing what I want to see. Who knows?

Finally, we need to talk about you hitting Grady. I know what he did may have seemed like it was crossing the line, but you’ve failed to realize one important thing in our relationship. Grady gets what Grady wants. He owns me, and he owns you. If you didn’t know that already, you haven’t been paying attention. So, don’t do that ever again. Don’t you dare.

As for what he did. I couldn’t really see what happen. I know I was bent over on the ground, and Grady had his big dick in my ass again, and he had reached one leg so far up that he was pinning my head to the ground with his foot. I could actually lick part of it if I stuck my tongue out, which I did when he told me to. It was a little uncomfortable but all I can really remember was how hot it was. To be treated like that in front of you. To be fucked like a piece of meat until he filled me up again with his seed. It was incredible.

So, I don’t appreciate you interrupting with your little tantrum. No more of that. And you keep your hands off Grady unless he tells you to do otherwise. Which between you and me, he might be telling you otherwise very soon.

I’ll be home tonight around 5:30. I’m finishing up my weekend with Grady. We took lots of pictures and videos for you. You and I can talk when I get home. Grady will be around about 11 but he won’t be staying long. He wants to see you, and he wants to see me.

I love you Darling, and I hope you will be there when I get home tonight.

-Love, Felicia