After a few minutes she started to stir and I started to panic. As she woke I tried to hide the massive bulge in my trousers and act as if nothing was...happening. It took a couple of minutes for her to come to and she looked at me with a puzzled look on her face as she saw she was just in her underwear. I explained that she had fallen asleep and that I had carried her up to bed and had undressed her to make her more comfortable.She smiled at me and said that I was very thoughtful and she wanted. Once, he thought that was both civilized and loving, but now that he was the cuckold, he couldn't imagine a man letting a cheating wife back into his bed or his life.Early went to the basement room where Susan stored old things. There were boxes on hers he had never opened. Now, he rummaged through them. He read her high school and college diaries. There he found evidence she was sexually active with eight men before he met her. She had told him three. He wondered if that was the first lie she. We didn't have AC so I usually was naked inside my apartment. I jerked off several times a day to gay videos and porn. I created several gay profiles and posted hundreds of pictures and videos of myself using my toys. Before long, it consumed my day interacting with several unknown men. My audience seemed made up of guys in their mid thirties to early fifties. With guys, it seemed the ones that wanted to hook up always needed a place to play. So my apartment was a perfect meeting place. I. “Look,” he said, “I never expected you to be perfect. At least not like that. I-I mean, I guess it’s partly my doing. If it hadn’t been for my bullshit this summer—”“You don’t need to make excuses for me.”“I’m not,” he said. “I never said I was happy about it. But you didn’t kill me for what I did... and I guess, well, it goes both ways.” He took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is: I don’t know how I feel about this. I guess I probably won’t know for a while. But I do want to.