Staying away from her at this point is a form of self-protection for all of us.Bargaining-I would make a deal with the devil to go back in time and st...p her affair before it started. But there is not a way to unfuck the guy my wife was with. Maybe therapy? Is there some kind of penance I can do to make this go away? Something she can do to make it all better? Sadly I know deep down even if my wife wore sackcloth's and ashes as atonement I could never forget, or trust her ever again.Guilt-Now. I sped up a little, making Ellie moan a little louder. Ellie wanted me to fuck her brains out, and that’s what I was going to do. Subject, of course, to my being able to control my own orgasm. I braced myself with my hands on the bed on either side of her, and started to fuck her love hole fast and hard. The only sounds were from Ellie moan and talking and my balls slapping against her pussy. Ellie clutched the sheets with her fingers. “Yes! Yes!” she said over and over. I reached for a. .. But she never bothered going back to work. Herhusband made a lot of money, so her money was unnecessary. She decidedthat following her cancer she would stay home and be a housewife. To bothher and Eric's delight, this increased their sex life, so much so theyhad to soundproof the kids bedrooms.Today was going to be a typical day for Eileen. It is 6 o'clock, and herhusband's alarm was about to go off, she quickly pressed the off button,and slowly sank below the covers. She pulled the waist. Has been gone a long time."I stroked her hair. Seeing Laura in a jovial mood was giving me hope, false hope. During the night she tossed and turned, kicked and flailed. At one point she sat up and screamed, "MY ASS, MY ASS, NOT MY ASS!"She wouldn't let me touch her. Each time I tried she jerked her body away she struck me with her slim hand. I was wide awake; she was still asleep.It was 3:47 a.m. I went to the kitchen and made coffee, wanting to be near if she needed me but not near enough to.