I did have the home videos that the three of you left behind when you moved out and I had them converted to DVD and kept playing them for 10 long year.... During the last days of your mother's cheating I had put a tap on the phone and I had hours of recordings of you, my children, talking to their friends, these were the only sounds that played in the house. When I heard your voices I was able to pretend for a moment that you were still around.I know you must be thinking what pathetic loser lives. "My God!" she gasped a second time as she made out the countenance of Paul with Madame Leduc bent over him, his prick shoved to its entirety into her mouth! "It's... it's Paul... and your wife!" Of course, ma chere," purred Leduc. "She's sucking him. Beautiful, isn't it? Poor chap, look at the salacious expression on his face. He is loving it... it has been such a long time for him." Oh, dear Jesus!" Janet groaned. "My husband... my darling Paul!" But you see, my dear, if you won't suck or fuck. No matter what I did, I hated myself. I pretended to be the perfect husband but in truth and fact, I was scum. That was my burden, and I lived it every day.When my cheating was over, I still lived it. At birthdays and Christmas, at Easter, on Our Anniversary, I felt like I was shit but I put on a happy face. It was my burden, not hers.At times I wished she had cheated too, so she would not have been so perfect. Hell I hope she did and kept it from me, or even left me a letter saying she knew. How many men amongst us have seen a sister, a mother, an aunty or cousin, naked and inviting and having stole a furtive look on the heaving breasts and round bottom, turned and walked away saying, 'I can't', because if your cock is hard, you want her and that's the true biology of the matter, mother nature herself would spread her own legs, like I did when my brother came calling that morning, and I awoke to find him standing by my bedside, masturbating, with his dirty cock inches from my face,.