She seemed sad when I asked about her family. She said you are very good man, you take so care of your wife, I see every time she comes here you work ...o much for her. I was speechless. Then she was playing with the remote of the TV while I was cleaning the table and she accidentally stopped at one channel, which was showing sexy girls and also some hot scenes. She paused for a moment and then tried to change because I was there, but then I jumped in and said, if you like it then see. She looked. I could have told him about the turmoil in my head. I could have shared my pain and asked for his help. Together, we could have fixed things. Together ... we'd still be together.But I didn't. I fucked up. I KNEW better. I KNEW I shouldn't sleep with Jaron. There was no logic, no reasoning, that said to cheat on my boyfriend and sleep with another man. I couldn't rationalize it in any way that might equal 'the right decision'. But I did it anyway. In the moment, I said 'fuck it'. And I fucked. My mind in a fog, I found myself leaving the office claiming to be not feeling well. I sat in my car in the parking lot and continued to flip through the photos. My wife apparently spent a couple weeks sucking the dicks of everyone in the gym. Some guys would cum on her tits, others apparently came in her mouth. Then my wife progressed to sucking cock while getting eaten out, all while other men groped her tits and fingered her ass. Still uncertain of what I was doing or thinking, I. They were calloused and rough. The hands of a hard-working man. And I loved it. I felt them slide down to my drenched vagina and one finger worked its way in. I gasped and he kissed me, inhaling the following moan. I wanted more. I was practically begging for more as he bit my bottom lip and flicked the thumb of his other hand across my nipple. I arched into his chest and felt my hips moving to meet his hand as he slid another finger in and began moving them in alternating patterns. He was.