My Wife Just Confessed She’s in Love With Another Man

I’m so hard right now!

Yeah, I admit I have fantasized about this for quite some time. Around three years into our marriage, I realized I wasn’t fulfilling my wife sexually any more. I am really fond of her, so I encouraged her to look outside the marriage for the satisfaction that I, with my small penis, could not give her.

It took her three years to finally get up the nerve to do so.

She went online finally, like an ordinary single, and swiped right on a couple guys. She had coffee with like four people. Then one night she actually went home with a guy.

I was so aroused that night, I’ll never forget it. But I was really disappointed when she came home at one in the morning, just told me it “wasn’t any good,” and refused to give me any more details of the encounter.

Then she met Wyatt.

He was a guy who worked out at the same gym and they used to flirt a little. Then with the pandemic, a group from the gym started going to the park to work out, and that’s when everybody got to know each other a bit better. When Wyatt expressed an interest in her, and asked about her marital status — she was still wearing the ring — she told him she was “separating.”

They made a date.

She was really excited, I remember that. But I was like ten times as excited after she left. I remember lying there thinking, “My wife is out with a super fit guy. She might get laid tonight. This is fucking intense.”

I guess it was the masochism of it that attracted me, I realized that night. Before I thought it had been like a fun kinky quirk I had, that the idea of my wife with other men turned me on. But that night it was clear to me — I was in it for the pain.

Oh, it hurt so good. To be rejected like that by one’s own wife. It wasn’t just cuckoldry. It was full on rejection I wanted. I remember thinking that night, “Please God make it go better than it did with that other guy from the dating site. Please God may they have really great sex. Like the best sex that she’s ever had in her life. And please God, may she come home and admit to me that it was the best sex ever. Right to my face. My gentle, sweet wife, I want her to speak those words, that will lash me right in the chest and wound me for life. Please God may she wound me as much as it is possible for a husband to be wounded.”

Yeah, I’m not a praying man, but that night I did pray. And my prayers were answered.

She didn’t even come home.

I got a text at about three in the morning. “Sorry! I lost track of time. I’m sleeping over.”

“OK honey, have fun,” I texted back.

And then she put the heart sign on my text, you know how you can do that. Yeah, that was good. Her putting the heart sign on the text to her husband. I pictured her lying there naked with Wyatt, this super muscular fit guy. They were taking a break in between fucking, I imagined. And then he was going to fuck her until the sun came up.

That’s what I did my first night with Alexandra. You have to understand, she is totally a fantasy to fuck. She has a superb body, full breasts, no fat, sexy ass, lovely brown legs. Beautiful hair and soulful eyes. Very affectionate in bed. But the best thing about her is her pussy.

Her pussy smells and tastes and feels so good when you fuck it. She is musky in a way that I can’t describe. She’s like sex itself — exotic, and druggie and mysterious and beautiful.

Now another guy was having all that.

I imagined him tasting her sweet musky pussy for the first time. “Holy shit,” he’s going to think. “Something’s going to my head. I feel like I’m floating. Does this pussy have psilocybin in it or something? I feel like I’m tripping. The walls are melting. All I perceive is the pussy. Oh my God I love licking it. And holy shit…”

He realizes in a minute he’s going to be fucking that extraordinary pussy of my wife.

“Oh my God,” he says, as he slides his dick in her. My wife moves her hips in that Latin dance way. It’s like fucking a zumba instructor during the class. I hope there is music playing. Any kind of beat, doesn’t have to be Latin. She can groove those hips like you can’t believe. Then, when you turn her over. And you see that sweet perfect bubble butt, and you realize you are about to fuck her from behind. As she grinds those hips back against you in that crazy rhythm.

Yeah, you’re really tripping now. And all of a sudden you’ll feel it shooting out of you like never before, cum and more cum, it just keeps spraying and spraying as you pull out and squirt all over her back, and even up into her long hair. She’s pissed about that, but you can’t help it, you've just fucked the sexiest woman who ever lived — my wife — and you’ve cum so hard it’s like World War Two and you’re the machine gunner. Rat a tat tat, spraying it all over the battlefield. Oh God!

Anyhow, I got a little carried away there. And that night too, while I was at home after receiving the “I’m sleeping over” text.

The intense pain I was feeling was mixed so exotically with this intense pleasure knowing that my sexy wife was getting down and nasty with another man. I felt like I was almost there with them, I swear. I’ve never had a clairvoyant experience, but I really felt I was in the bed with them, as the sun came up and he was fucking her for the fifth time — he’d never cum so many times even when he was a teenager. But this hottie just got him harder and harder. In my clairvoyance, I could see his nine inches of hardness, pounding into my wife, whose face was all flushed from the all night fucking. And she was having yet another orgasm as he fucked her. Who knows how many she had already had that night? She was cumming and cumming and almost completely forget that she was married…

…to some schmo with a small dick who was at home alone in their marriage bed…

…while she fucked her brains out with a gym hottie.

Did she feel guilty? God I hope not. That would spoil it for me. In my masochism I wanted her not to think of me at all. Or, just to barely notice me like a fly or a noise in the neighbor's house. Maybe a dog barking down the street. That’s how much I wanted her to think of me — or not at all. Yes, that would be best.

And — it turns out — this is what she confessed to me when she came home. She didn’t think of me for one second. She was having such an intense fuck. “It was really fucking intense,” she told me. “Wyatt has a huge dick and he fucks and fucks like for hours straight.”

She looked really exhausted that morning, when she finally came home. She had to quickly shower and change for work. Afterwards I went into her laundry hamper and got out her panties.

Oh my God.

They were as wet as a sponge.

I put them up to my face and I bathed my face in the scent of my wife. Who had gotten so aroused by this gym stud that her panties were dripping with her juices.

I put the panties in my mouth and I started sucking the juices out of them.

Yeah, I know. Pathetic. But it only got more pathetic. Stay tuned.

“I think in love with him,” she said. “I mean…I know I am.”

We were sitting at dinner. She looked kind of pissed. Like it was my fault she was in this position.

“You didn’t think of that when you told me to date other men, did you?” she spat.

Yeah, she was really angry.

“You’re in love with him?” I pretended to be so surprised.

But I had been sneaking glances at her texts and her emails. I knew all her passwords. When she was sleeping I had done my due diligence. I knew exactly what had transpired and I loved every minute of it.

“Last night was so beautiful. Love you Bae,” she had texted him.

“I love you more,” he replied. Then put an emoji heart.

Funny, I didn’t even know what a bae was. I googled it — I still don’t! Does it mean babe? Or does it mean “before anyone else?”

I like the last one for Alexandra. I like that she called the other man “before anyone else” — especially me. I wanted so badly for her to put him before me.

And now, here we were, the night I had dreamed about. She was confessing that she was in love.

“So…what are you trying to say,” I stammered. My heart was pumping so hard. This was it! This was really it!

“You have to move out,” she announced. “Wyatt is moving his stuff in next week. You have seven days to get out. I’ve already talked to a lawyer. I get everything, you get nothing. You’re the screwball who put me up to this — I have plenty of evidence. Don’t even try to fight me.”

“OK,” I said. “I won’t fight you. You know that. I’m happy for you, Alexandra.”

“Happy for me?”

She looked at me, shaking her head.

“I just told you, I’m kicking you out of the house, and I don’t ever want to see you again. You’re happy for me? You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”

“Oh, I know that. Perfectly well. There’s something really wrong with me, I guess. Because I’m so happy you’ve finally met the one! I mean, Alexandra, you and I were great friends, but there’s no way I was the one. We can admit that now. Getting married was a mistake. You were settling. I was kidding myself.”

“I guess so,” she said, softening. She reached out and took my hand.

“I guess I can give you one little goodbye gesture to thank you for being so understanding,” she said. “As long as it’s OK with Wyatt.”

“Goodbye gesture?”

I didn’t find out what the goodbye gesture was until I moved the last box into the Uhaul truck and I said goodbye to my beautiful wife forever.

“I’ll always love you, Alexandra,” I said. “I really am happy for you.”

“I know,” she said. I saw her eyes were wet. Then she handed me something. It was a tiny little disk.

“Here,” she said. “I set up the camera and I filmed us the other night. Wyatt said he was OK with you having it. Just you know…be discreet with it.”

I understood her goodbye gesture then. She filmed herself making love with the man she was leaving me for. And she gave me the disk.

So, I had to be treated for extreme chafing. I watched this video so many times, masturbating constantly, over a period of about three days. My penis was covered with lacerations. And my heart…my heartbeat was extremely irregular. I luckily went to the doctor for the penis problems and found out that I had also given myself a minor heart attack by masturbating for three days straight and giving myself about five hundred orgasms.

Each one was more intense than the last! The first time I saw Wyatt undressing my wife, and covering her with tender kisses, and making such tender love to her, with that massive dick, and the first time I heard her having a genuine orgasm with a man that she was genuinely intimate with…I shot off like a volcano.

Back from the hospital, in my new studio apartment, living by myself, I realized I couldn’t go on like this. I limited myself to watching the video once a day, at the end of the day after I’d actually accomplished something.

Today has been a good day. I made some new contacts at work and I will be expanding the business. I deserve a reward.

I go to bed, take out my laptop and call up the file. It’s labeled “Alexandra.”

It starts where I left off last night. Alexandra is standing, turned away from the camera, naked. He is behind her, and he is caressing her beautiful ass, and then he puts his fingers inside her from behind and begins pushing. She moans. He pushes harder with his fingers. She sticks her ass out toward the camera, to let him push further in. He pushes harder. She moans louder. Her ass looks so beautiful in the low light. Oh my God what a sexy ass. And…

Boom. I cum already. Damn, I was hoping to make it past the finger fucking to where he eats her pussy and she starts pounding the sheets with her fists as she cums, raising her butt high off the bed, and I swear her pussy starts throbbing there as her orgasm hits. I love that part. Oh well, I’ll get to that tomorrow.

Nite nite Alexandra. See you tomorrow.

It’s been a good day!