It seemed he was kind of play fighting with her to sleep with him a second time right there and then. No surprise. He didn't have his orgasm yet, unless I missed it. I was in total fury yet powerlessness and, yes, sadness, even from the hallway I recognised the sounds. I knew she allowed his mouth to kiss her between her legs. Each little moan from her lips was like a sledge hammer thundering down on my head. It seemed like an eternity of pain and maybe it was only a few minutes. I don't know. Of course he moved up on her to have sex again. I actually started to cry when my wife let out her first long moan of the "second time". I understood next to nothing they said. Sometimes I did. He wanted my wife to put her hand down there between their bodies and onto his filthy crotch. It appeared my wife actually was not ready to do that. He talked something unintelligible, no doubt to encourage her to do it. I felt worse than at any other time in my life, totally slumped into the floor, in tears. From the noises coming from the bedroom I think the bastard even lifted his body up high to make it easier for her. I powerlessly internally raged and my heart beating so fast I am sure it became dangerous for my health. He stopped moving. Silence. Then a sudden "yess Cindy ". It made me sick. He repeated "yess Cindy", each time more pleased. I guess that meant she was moving her hand closer to his dirty cock. I wanted to storm in and again chickened out. I wish I had the guts. It seemed like a hellful torturing eternity. He let out a very loud totally sickening "yesss" which I was totally hopelessly sure meant her fingers had arrived at his filth. My throat closed. Nausea. I know how satisfying her fingers are. He let off a host of satisfied grunts. From his sickening non-ending satisfied grunts I guess my wife's fingers stayed down there stroking his balls even after he started having sex with her again. Sometimes the sex stopped, probably to delay his orgasm. I stumbled up from the floor, I could not have beared to listen him cuming in my wife. Instinctively, sick to my stomach and in a stupor, howling with inner rage and impotence and jealousy. I slowly stumbled down the staircase, nauseous amidst his grunts, and left the house. I am now in a hotel. My wife thinks Iím on the business trip. I donít know what to do. I feel lost. The absolutely worst was that she was not fucking, as in just sex. I know my romantic wife. For her, this was intimacy with full feelings. For him, he likes her, that's for sure. For him this was about sex and starting regular intimacy with my all-around attractive wife. For me, there is nothing but sadness. I don't even know who is is.
I cannot stand the thought that she tells me "she reads a book" when for all I know, she is at this moment allowing him to drop her skirt for her "third time" with him. The only consolation, which counts for little, is that she certainly is not initiating. She is of a sensitive but passive personality. There is no doubt that he seduced her rather than she him. But she allows it to happen. I feel sick and nothing but sad. My head isn't working at all. Haven't slept at all, my body is pumped with caffeine and circling painful thoughts.
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