I understand the first stage of getting through a problem is denial. My wife Judy certainly brought me to that. I didn't see it happening, especially with her seeming to be the complete happily married housewife.
Then after deciding maybe Judy really was fucking around on me was recognition of the truth. Well, I sure had the proof of that now, so we move on to "TOTALLY FUCKING PISSED!"
Now totally fucking pissed is wondering how my best friend, a neighbor across the street, and a black guy that lives over my back fence would have the nerve to fuck my wife. Those guys and four or five others that have been pumping her full of their seed in the few weeks since my birthday.
Funny thing about wives and relationships, I found myself mad at them for fucking my wife without giving it a lot of thought that I should be even more pissed at her for letting them fuck her.
I guess it's like a favorite toy I had as a kid. I loved that toy and kept it hidden when I wasn't using it so it wouldn't get damaged. I loved it and took care of it and thought it was mine, mine, mine! But, when I wasn't playing with it, even with it carefully hidden, my brother and his friends were playing with my toy. I couldn't tell because they really weren't hurting it, not that I could tell.
My wife is like that toy in that respect. I guess they weren't hurting it. It's just that my toy now had its legs spread and a huge fat black cock planted in the middle of its slut fucking cunt. I can't follow that shit. How am I supposed to feel when I'm fucking my wife? I'd get on her and be poking my dick around inside of her and she has to be remembering how much better another four inches of cock would feel inside her when it starts to spray its black man's seed up against her cervix.
Yeah, that's really fucking pissed. If Ernest's white wife Haley is tired of taking on his big black dick, then she shouldn't have married him. Haley is such a sweet gal and way more sexy than my own wife. So why does he have to come over and fuck mine?
Maybe Haley will decide to give me a revenge fuck or two, but probably not most likely. My wife fucking my best friend and the obnoxious neighbor from across the street fucking her as well, I can maybe get over that. It's kind of like they fuck her and get off and go home. I come home, my dick is about the same size, and I climb between Judy's legs and commence to fuck her. She just goes, "Oh good, more cock. I'm getting fucked again, and he doesn't know I'm fucking his buddy."
But, like I am trying to express, following up after a black monster cock like old Ernest has been sliding in and out of her just isn't going to work. Ernest has ruined my fucking toy. Not maybe broken my toy, but stretched my toy's fucking pussy all out of shape.
It's surprising how quickly dealing with the anger part turns in to getting the revenge part kicking in. First you analyze the problem. I don't need to be mad at the seven guys that fucked my wife. It's my slut fucking wife that is the problem.
If say, my best friend was fucking his neighbor's wife or vice versa, and I knew about it, it would be a wink and nod and a punch on the shoulder with a "Way to go, Duuuuude!" Just because it's my wife taking in the strange cock I'm going to be pissed.
I'm not going to be one of those pussy cuckold guys that goes, "poor me, some guy is fucking my wife, and I can't do anything about it but watch deals." Other guys are fucking my wife, I don't give a shit what you do of it happens to any of you, but the cunt is going to pay.
AND, JUST ABOUT NOW IS WHEN YOU CAN SAY THE "WIFETRAPPER" WAS BORN!
The first logical step is to try to work something with Haley to link Judy to fucking her black husband. Let Judy's friends and family know she is not only a tramp, but a black man's white slut tramp. Not that I would forgive her for fucking my best friend and the others, but she went black with the neighbor with that huge cock.
The secret is to get mad and stay mad. Just in case you haven't noticed, I'm still mad and I'm writing this almost two years since I first learned of Judy's affairs.
The next day my wife said she had to go in to work early and Haley's husband was out jogging when Haley called me on the phone.
"Hi," it was good to hear Haley's voice, "I came by your house as you wife was leaving. Ernest is supposed to be out jogging. Do you suppose they are meeting up some place?"
"I stood out to see that she didn't double back to the soccer field. I suppose Ernest could have jogged out far enough for them to meet up the road. I hate it that he is doing her if they are doing it in her car that I ride in myself sometimes."
"That would be a sight to see," said Haley, "Ernest being as tall as he is in between her legs in a car. I guess she could sit on his lap and get enough cock into herself to do her a lot of good. That was one advantage of when I dated Ernest. With the extra cock I didn't need to get it all in to get well fucked."
"Thanks, you know how to make a guy feel good."
"You're welcome. I called to see about what you said about hiding a camera in my bedroom. Then give them the opportunity at my house again. Are you up to an idea like that?"
I was just thrilled to have a chance to do some serendipitous with Haley. It might get me a shot at getting some of that. Funny how I'm pissed at my wife for fucking her husband while scheming some way to get to fuck Haley.
"Do you think we can plant a camera some where in your bedroom so that they wouldn't see it?" I asked.
"I think we should get one of those tiny spy cameras that transmit to a remote computer."
"Sounds expensive. Any idea what it would cost to do that?" I asked Haley.
"There is a spy gear store about twenty minutes away that we could go check it out."
That sounded good that she said that we could check it out. Great, when do you want to go?"
"How about now? They are probably busy with each other somewhere. I'll go park at the grocery store. You come by in about five minutes and I'll ride over to the spy shop with you."
I followed Haley's plan and parked near her car in the grocery lot. She looked around and got into my car with me. She looked hot. Nothing specially sexy or revealing. For some reason she just looked really hot to me. She actually leaned over and gave me a kiss on the mouth. I sat there hoping we were going to make out in my car.
"Come on, we need to get moving if we are going to do this, Haley chided me in a teasing way."
Haley knew where the spy shop was so she directed my driving. We went in looking like a couple and browsed around while as we waited for a clerk to be free. It was a busy place. We looked at some stuff and Haley would hang on to my arm, standing with her body against me as we examined things we had no idea what they were.
Finally the other people had cleared out and we were the only customers left in the store. The clerk turned out to be the owner. He was really sharp with his knowledge of what to buy and how to get things done.
"We want to buy a hidden camera and a way to record for a bedroom." I told him.
"Why not just use a regular camera on a tripod?"
"No, it's not to record us, it's to record someone that wouldn't know a camera is there."
"You need to be careful if you are planning to record guests. I have to tell you that is against the law."
"No," Haley jumped in, "It's for my brother. He thinks his wife is screwing around on him while he is at work."
"Oh, I was noticing how you two we clinging together. I had no idea you two were brother and sister."
"This is not my brother. I have a brother. He thinks his wife is cheating on him." Haley got a little streamed at a guy who was obviously making a joke."
"Sorry, just little humor there. Tell me what results you are trying to get."
I told the man we wanted to get a good quality picture that would show good detail for proof.
"Let me tell you there are lots of ways and quality you can do, depending on what you want to spend. The first thing people learn is that they try one camera and everything that happens is off camera in the scene or off to one corner, or too far away."
"Yeah, that sounds like my kind of luck."
"If your brother-in-law can afford a good system let me tell you to start at the top. Most people start cheap and keep adding stuff. They either miss what they wanted and end up getting caught before they get their proof."
That was kind of cool that the guy thought Haley and I were married and we were helping my brother-in-law. I told him, "let's hear the way you would go about it."
"Let me tell you about the top of the line. The cameras are wireless and feed to a computer. The range is about 150 feet. I recommend three cameras so you probably won't miss anything that goes on in a room. You can even set them up to use in three different rooms if you settle for an overall view."
The price sounded good to me because I wanted as much quality and detail as I could get. We told the man that we would take his best.
"Here's another good thing about going top of the line. If you get something good I've got a place that pays up to two grand for spy video. That would get you money back, revenge, and a profit. Heck, you two could even make a video and just say it was spy video. I know I could get even more for one with your cute wife in it."