I had tears in my eyes as I walked out the door. He just sat there and continued typing the story, not even looking back at me. It hurt me deeply, ver... deeply, but I deserved it.The phone rang when I reached the kitchen, Roger must have picked up the office phone at the same time. I heard Roger say hello and I just listened in. It was Nancy, she was crying and said, " Roger, I need you now! Please come over." At that point I rushed back in the office while listening on the portable phone not. Now that I know which ones they are." She mused, "I must say that I am encouraged by the things I see there." I heard her climb onto the bed and settle between my legs. I felt a tingle of sexual desire grow in me as she moved closer to my crotch. Her firm hand suddenly and aggressively grabbed my semi flaccid dick. I gasped and then, felt myself quickly become hard. My wife slowly and deliberately squeezed my growing erection in a rhythmic fashion. I groaned behind the cleave gag and arched up. “You need to learn to use respectful terms and some manners.” Her grip was tightening, my cock was throbbing in her hand. I looked to the male; he had continued to keep stroking and didn’t say anything. My mind raced to try and work out what she meant but the longer I said nothing the tighter her grip became. “What are you going to do... Miss?” She smiled but did not ease her grip. "I am going to see if you can be trained, of course." She used her grip on my cock to get me to stand, tugging it. I replaced that frame many times as well.I would often drive by the office not knowing why. A few times I saw Keith and Megan together in his truck she would be cuddled up to him just like I once used to be. It only made me feel angry and sad as I missed that cuddling but at the same time, I hated him for what he had done to our family.I was miserable sitting at home with nothing to do but drink. Drinking only made it worse as the only thing I was doing was remembering what I had seen that day.