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What happened to me several months ago I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. It devastated me and changed my life dramatically. I still haven't completely recovered.
My name is Rich and I was married to a beautiful lady by the name of Christine, Christy for short. We had been married for 12 years and had two beautiful children. I had always felt that ours was a special relationship. We both knew from the day we met, that we were meant for each other. We were high school sweethearts and continued to go steady all through college. We were both virgins when we married, because Christy wanted it that way. She thought it would be so very rare and romantic for both of us to lose our virginity on our wedding night, I reluctantly respected her wishes. We married shortly after we graduated from college, and managed to have our two children within two years after Christy finished law school.
I work for a large company as a software engineer and have a stable, secure job. Christy was a very successful attorney, and she worked for a large firm and had been doing exceptionally well.
In the beginning, I had considered our sex life to be very good, even though I had nothing to compare it to. We were both inexperienced and had to learn about each other's bodies and needs without benefit of previous experience with others. Even though Christy was very conservative and unwilling to try new things, I had enjoyed the sex very much.
After a few years, as in most marriages, our sex life started to become boring, there was no variety and we fucked less frequently. Christy had become more interested in her career and less interested in sex. She had never initiated sex, and would often put me off with one excuse or another.
Even though our sex life had become mundane and unimaginative, I hadn't ever considered looking elsewhere, as I loved Christy too much. I had been hoping that we could work things out such that we both would be sexually satisfied. I bought several books on technique and attempted to convince her to try various new things. Christy refused to try anything new, she thought that oral sex was extremely disgusting and perverted, etc. She not only wouldn't give me a blow-job, she wouldn't even let me eat her pussy, which I would have gladly done.
For the first 8 or 10 years of marriage, our lives were reasonably normal. We both worked hard at our careers, but we also made the time to be home together in the evenings and weekends. The children were well adjusted and well behaved. The only thing lacking in our marriage, in my mind, was an exciting sex life, and I continued to strive for improvement.
Everything changed about two years ago, as Christy began spending more and more time at the office. It eventually got to the point where she would come home very late almost every night, and she spent the better part of many weekends there. Within a year after she began putting in the long hours, her career sky-rocketed, she was made a junior partner and her salary more than doubled.
It wasn't long after Christy's big promotion that our sex life also changed, somewhat abruptly. We still didn't fuck very often, but when we did, WOW! She became a sexual dynamo. We not only fucked in multiple positions; we licked and sucked with great abandon. I was afraid to question her about her change in attitude for fear that it would have a negative impact. What Christy lacked in frequency, she made up for in enthusiasm, intensity and variety. I assumed that her guilt feelings about putting in so many hours at the office led to the sudden changes in her attitude toward sex.
How wrong I was!
I couldn't get angry about her work schedule because she had always been very apologetic. She felt bad about what her career was doing to us, and cried a great deal. She frequently asked me to be patient with her, telling me that things would calm down soon. I just hung in there and supported her as best I could.
I evolved into Mr. Mom. Even though I held a full time job, I was the one who took care of the kids, I fed them, clothed them, drove them to all of their activities, etc. Christy was almost totally uninvolved because of the amount of time she spent away from home.
Christy worked closely with two senior partners, Ron and Jack. Ron was in his mid fifties and married with four children. He was short, dumpy and bald, but was a real dynamo and the motivating force behind the success of the firm. The other senior partner, Jack, was taller, had an athletic build and still had all of his hair. He was in his late forties and was married with two children. He was a fairly attractive man, but was obnoxious as hell. Christy had mentioned many times over the years, that he was extremely difficult to stomach. She liked and respected Ron, but Jack she just barely tolerated.
I had met and talked to these guys and their wives several times, at Christmas parties and other firm social functions. In looking back, I did remember one thing a bit unusual about last year's Christmas party. Jack spent most of the evening dominating Christy's time, which I thought unusual considering how Christy had said she felt about him. He danced with her, very suggestively I might add, and kept her occupied a good deal of the time. I spent the better part of my time talking to his wife, Georgia. She was very attractive and an interesting conversationalist. We got along well, and I couldn't help but wonder how she put up with Jack. The few times that the four of us were together that night, jack made several off-color, suggestive comments. I didn't understand the significance, but Christy blushed each time. Georgia admonished him several times, but he ignored her. His behavior just reinforced my opinion of him as a first class asshole.
Ron, on the other hand, had a very forceful personality, but was a likable guy. I got the impression that, unlike Jack, he was a very family oriented person. He paid attention to his wife, Marge, at all of the functions that I had attended.
Even though our fuck sessions had become exciting, they were very infrequent. Therefore, I had to do something to trim my horns. I began to turn to the porn sites on the Internet. I'd pull up the dirty pictures and movie clips and 'slap the monkey' to get my relief. I didn't like it, but my only other choice was to find a lover outside of our marriage. However, there was no way that I was going to cheat on Christy, I loved her too much. She was an integral part of my life and had been since we were 16 years old. She was also the mother of my wonderful children. I continued to believe that our situation was temporary.
How right I was!
One typical evening, after the kids had gone to bed; I searched for some new porn pictures on the net. I found a free amateur site and clicked on a hard core title, about 20 thumbnails appeared. I could see that they were pictures of a threesome, two guys and a gal. The pictures were very explicit but I couldn't see much detail in the thumbs. One thing that did catch my eye, though, one of the guys was short, dumpy and bald, just like Ron, one of the senior partners at Christy's firm.
On one of the thumbs, he was facing the camera with his cock buried in the throat of the blond. She was on all fours and the other guy had his cock buried in her asshole, or pussy, I couldn't tell which. I clicked on the picture to get a better look. Sure enough, it really did look like Ron. As I studied the picture, my pulse rate increased dramatically. The blond bimbo in the picture could easily have been Christy! I couldn't see her face in that shot, but everything else looked like it could've been her. My pulse rate quickened as I began to think the worst. I looked again and thought to myself that the other guy even looked like Jack.
My heart was beating a mile a minute, as I continued to search through the thumbs. I found a one that showed a close up of the blonde's face. I still couldn't tell for sure because she had a cock in her mouth, but it certainly looked like Christy. My heart was beating even faster and I trembled as I clicked several other thumbs that showed the guys faces, they definitely were Ron and Jack. The blonde had to be Christy, but I still wasn't positive. I finally found a thumb that showed a close up of her pussy. Christy has a small mole above and to the right of her pubic triangle, and there it was! 'My God! What do I do now?'
The realization that the woman that I loved and cherished was nothing but a slut hit me like a freight train. I was totally devastated! I was beside myself with sorrow mixed in with anger, jealousy, humiliation, hatred, etc. I couldn't think straight. 'Damn! How could she do that? I mean, God, what did I ever do to her? What do I do now? Sob...' I knew it wasn't macho to cry, but I broke down and cried my eyes out for several minutes, thinking about Christy and what she had apparently become, and what it could possibly do to our marriage, our family. I just can't put into words how devastated I was, how hopeless and empty I felt, it was the most awful feeling in the world.
It took me a long, long time to calm down and think about what I was going to do about my discovery. The pictures certainly explained a lot about Christy's behavior over the past two years. They also explained her meteoric rise in the firm.
Still trembling, I spent the better part of the following two hours studying every picture in the set. I could tell that they weren't faked, the look of lust in Christy's eyes was real. She appeared to have really enjoyed being used by Ron and Jack. Eventually, as I began to think more rationally, I saved several of the more explicit and revealing pictures to the hard drive, copied them onto two separate floppies and hid the floppies in separate locations. I didn't know if I'd ever need them, but I wanted to be prepared, just in case.
My first inclination was to confront Christy and throw her out on her ass. However, I decided that I wouldn't do that just yet. I needed to have some time to think things out; I didn't want to do anything rash. My emotions eventually evolved into anger and hatred, the hurt, jealousy and humiliation faded into the background. The prevailing thought in my mind was revenge; I just had to get even with Christy, and her bosses. I wouldn't be able to maintain my self-respect if I didn't do something.
I didn't sleep much that night, and merely went through the paces at work the next day. The kids were out playing when I arrived home from work, so I pulled the pictures up and studied them further. I noticed that Christy had long hair in the pictures, therefore they had to have been at least six months old, as she had had her hair cut fairly short about that time.
I also wondered how the pictures got posted onto the net. None of the participants would have gained anything by the posting. In fact, they all stood to lose a great deal. Their careers, and the firm, would've suffered considerably had the pictures been seen by the wrong people. My guess was that the photographer, whomever he/she was, tried to make a few bucks without the knowledge of the participants.
Over the course of the next few days, I tried to formulate a plan. These guys had cuckolded me and I was hell-bent to find a way to get revenge, I was unable to think straight. I was being driven to distraction by anger and the need for revenge. Finally, I made a decision on what I could do, but I first decided to question Christy and give her a chance to tell me everything. I still had a slim hope that I could somehow get the old Christy back and save out marriage.
