A mess it was. A pretty mess.I was way past the moment where I could ask straight away if she was cheating on me. She'd had opportunities enough to te...l me and she hadn't. On the other hand, if she did not cheat, would she stay after I accused her? How could she live with the idea that I distrust her?I had to have proof."Go see what I didn't see..."I knew now that the sneaking distrust would as certainly destroy our marriage as the quick proof of her betrayal. It might be a much slower process,. I was constantly aware of it because he was constantly fucking it. On my way to the office in the morning. In the middle of the day. On my way home at night. He told me that was all he was going to do to me. I found myself thinking of it, obsessing about it. During waking hours, his cock was up my ass, or it just had been or it soon would be again. I felt myself being stretched, becoming permanently enlarged. I found myself acutely sensitive as I sat down. I found myself thinking of my asshole. My anus wasn't totally unprepared, due to our previous experiments, but I felt a little bit anxious about having another person fucking my ass, even if it was my beautiful wife. She was very attentive, and prepared me with a lot of patience. I laid down on my back, and she licked and played with my ass until I relaxed completely. After my asshole was well lubed and dilated, she started slowly penetrating me. It was such a strange feeling, seeing such a beautiful woman on top of me, but instead. I could see what it entailed and still have time to change my mind. Either way: for or against. The idea of a guy fucking me and me being paid for it suggested prostitution. The fact that it was for a film made it more legitimate....The office was on a reasonably reputable side street and expansive and impressive. There were half a dozen guys and a couple of girls waiting so I took a questionnaire from the receptionist and sat down to fill it in, just my basic details. After maybe half an.