My wife went astray

I am 32 and my wife is 22. We met when I was giving classes on modern art to junior students in our art school. She was the most beautiful girl in that class. We chatted ... fast forward 6 months and we were happily married.

Now fast forward 2 years and I started having those odd thoughts, like visions, of watching my wife have ** with other men. I think maybe this was under the influence of online ** which I sometimes watched. Somehow, when we had ** now I started asking her if she had other lovers before me. She was shy and did not say anything. But she laughed and so I assumed it was OK. I though she did not mind.

But my fantasies grew more intimate, more sensual, over time. Now I started asking her to let me show her ** images to Jack, an assistant teacher in our academy and a good friend of mine and of my wife. Jack is much younger than me, he is about my wife's age. She said nothing, and so I assumed she agreed. But I never dared to show these images to anybody. I took pictures and video, but then deleted them from my phone.

And now, with my wife's silent acceptation, my fantasies grew larger, braver. And my wife seemed to go along with these. Sometimes she said yes. Sometimes she said no way. But most of the time she laughed me off. And sometimes she said : "OK, but not today, one day maybe, in the future."

And then one January evening as we celebrated our 3'rd anniversary after we started having ** and I again asked her if I could see her have ** with another man she just reached for her phone and she dialed someone. I thought it was a prank, a game. She told me I had to be patient now and wait 30 minutes or so. I was excited and thought her joke was done and wanted to go ahead and make love to her. But she jumped out of bed and asked me to wait till she is back. Then she went out to the bathroom. So I waited and started reading a magazine.

After maybe 20 minutes she came back to our bed and we started kissing again. I asked her where the secret lover is and she looked at me very seriously and asked : "but do you really want this". I said yes. I thought we were playing a game. I thought the alcohol we drank earlier made my wife more playful maybe. And I did like this. And I said "Yes, very much so".

And so my wife asked me to sit in the chair at the bed and wait one minute. Much hard as I was, I did follow her request - as she did follow mine so many times.

My wife disappeared for a brief moment behind the door of our room. And then ... I could not believe this. I quickly tossed a towel over my parts and watched as she walked into the room leading someone by the hand ... naked ...

If we were all dressed, I would have probably reacted differently. I would likely have jumped at that guy and beat him up, but ... we were all naked ... and he was ... that young teacher from our school ...Jack.

I was completely shocked. Frozen, unable to decide what to do next. Still today, I do not know what the right reaction should have been. Perhaps I should have left. Or else stop it from happening.

But, somehow, I could not. I was frozen in that chair. Now completely unable to think of anything even vastly sensual. I was frozen, sweaty and puzzled. Maybe a bit from the alcohol, but probably much more so from facing the consequences of my odd fantasies.

Ther rest of this story I would like to be able to say "I remember it as if thru a thick fog". But, actually, I do remember it all as it happened. Very clear. Lucid.

My wife sat that man on our bed and started kissing him a bit, looking at me from time to time. I believe she was smiling a bit. But maybe she was not? I do not know. She kissed him, then looked at me as if waiting for my reaction, waiting for some sign maybe? But I was unable to say anything, unable to make any sign. I was in the deepest shock of my life. Then she came down in front of him and started fondling him and stroking his ** until it got hard and then she started kissing it ... and then she started licking it and then she took it in her mouth, just like she did it so willingly to me every time I asked - except that she took him so deep inside - I believe all the way into her throat. She choked, and she did it again, pulling his ** even deeper. She never did this for me. Never. She kissed me, and licked me, but she never pulled my ** all the way into her throat. Ever. After a longer while, Jack started breathing heavily.

I could not believe this. In my fantasies, I always joined my wife and her lover. But now, in real, I could not. I sat there, sweaty, perplexed, watching.

And then the worst thing happened. Looking at them and watching my wive taking that man's ** deep into her mouth, I knew he was going to end very soon. But he did not. My wife did not let him. She stopped licking him and gave me another half smiling, half asking, look. She must have known I was paralyzed. Panicked. Watching. And she knew it.

So what happened next was completely off any of my wildest stupid fantasies. The point is my wife was always very very sensual. We tried everything in bed, except one thing. She never let me have ** ** with her. She gently refused, I wanted it, but I never pressed for it. I only knew about ** ** from video - I never ever had it. Thought of it, wanted to try, but never had it.

So what happened was that she did not let the man end in her mouth but she came on the bed beside him, kneeling so that I could see her ** and her buttocks, then she pulled that man up and made him enter her from behind. As he did, I could see his ** was very big. Mine is about normal size, I think. Definitely not small. Jack's ** was huge. Maybe one inch longer than mine, very very thick. And with a huge and pronounced head. Maybe Jack did not have any woman for a long time. I do not know. It is hard to imagine how anyone can get so hard and so big.

By now I was not panicked, I was DYING. I was breathless. Completely unable to shout or even jump up and run away. I sat there, I watched. I feared he could hurt, damage my wife, tear her apart - she has a rather tight ** and is all very frail - slim and delicate. More like a girl really than a mature woman. But I did nothing. And she did not scream or anything. She just pushed her buttocks up and I saw her ** wide wide open, pink and wet, as if she were a different woman now. And so Jack pushed his monster ** into my wife's tight ** ... a bit, then a bit more ... and more. And then, as my wife kept on pushing up her **, and move it like she never did it for me - he pushed it all the way in. All the way! Maybe like 10 inches of it. And he pushed her hard now, and my wife opened up and up, and I could see her juice, plenty of it, leaking out of her. And her **'s lips - red, blood red, huge, like a perverse tropical flower.

When Jack started to push her very aggressively, I expected it all to end in a short moment. And exactly then, when he was at the point of exploding, my wife pulled out from him a bit, then grabbed his ** with her hand and directed it ... into her **.

The man was beyond control by now and he just wanted to go thru it, like an animal. No matter the damage. But my wife's ** was very tight, I think 'never used' this way. I think she wanted him to stop by now, but Jack held her hard and pushed his ** into her **, a bit, then a bit more, then another bit more. My wife's ** was all wet and her ** was all smeared with her and his liquids. I did not see this, but I believe as he kept on pushing into her, he spat on her ** and used his saliva to make her ** slippery. And from where I sat I could see his ** enter my wife's ** deeper and deeper with each push. And then he gave an odd sound and pushed his ** - all the way inside.

I watched this and I knew this was over. That man came inside my wife's ** - pulsating for a long moment, like an animal. He held her by her hips and would not let her go. And I could see it from my wife's waving her hands wildly that perhaps she wanted to stop it from happening too. But it was too late. The man was like obsessed. Holding my wife hard by her hips he came inside her, ** deep in her **. And I could see him now, still inside her, his back sweaty, her ** wide open and dripping juice. And when he pulled out, a lot of his ** flowed out and went all over her huge red wide open **, and then on the bedding and on the floor.

And then this is how it ended. He pulled out and without looking at me he disappeared in our bathroom. Then I heard him leave.

My wife was on the bed for a long moment, spent, spread out. Like a doll. When she recovered she sat on the bed. She asked me if I liked this. I said no. She asked me if we can repeat this tomorrow, with another man. I said no.

In the morning she moved out. A week later I got a letter from her lawyer.

She lives with that man now. They are not married.

I live alone.

I know I got what I asked for. They say be careful what you wish for. So true.

My fantasies killed our marriage. I had a wonderful wife. But I live alone now. I think I need to think it all over and understand where I went wrong.