ouchcbtman
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My wife Maria and I are in our 50's and live in a suburban neighborhood in the high desert outside of LA. Maria has always been fun-loving and friendly, outgoing, and attracted to a lot of men. She has had two affairs during our 30 year marriage, the second one going on for years on the internet with occasional summer visits...she had female friend in the same town her boyfriend lived in and she pretended the visits were to stay with her. I can understand her wanting a lover because I am sadly lacking as a husband. I am a skinny bookworm type with a thin dick which, especially lately, I can't even keep hard. Over the years I think she has developed a resentment of me, and how I have failed her as a man, but she has always tried to hide this.
Two years ago a new neighbor moved in across the street. He was divorced, in his late forties, owner/operator of a big rig who was smart and hard-working and made enough money to retire on at his relatively young age. He was also everything I was not as a man: well-built, big but not overweight, gregarious, tough. A real man's-man, and his home quickly became a meet-place for the older men in the neighborhood. His name was Steve. Maria and he quickly became friends.
My wife was aware that I wouldn't interfere if something happened between her and Steve. I had admitted to her that I had the fantasy of her fucking other men, and recently had even told her I knew about her long-term boyfriend, but had not interfered, both because I knew she needed good sex that she wasn't getting from me, and because it turned me on that she would betray me. Early on, after Steve moved in, I let her know I was fantasizing about her and Steve. So Maria took full advantage.
She began by taking meals over to Steve (meals I had cooked--I was retired and Maria still worked part-time so I was responsible for all the household chores), telling him that since he wasn't married, he needed a woman's help now and then. Or she would just grab a couple of beers from the fridge when she got home from work and go over for a visit.
Steve pretty much ignored me. I didn't know if he didn't like me or was just embarrassed by my wife's attention.
Maria began spending more and more time across the street. Also, she began to take better care of herself: a strict, healthy diet, constant exercise, and new, sexier clothes. While she had never been in bad shape, she now was trim and firm. She looked as if she might be a decade younger than her actual age. Soon, she was at Steve's every night, while I sat home alone, gazing across the street at Steve's lighted windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of what might be happening there. And masturbating constantly. I wondered if our other neighbors were aware of Maria and Steve's friendship and her daily visits, and what they thought of me, someone not man enough to stop his wife's obvious infidelity. But I was too excited to care.
My wife said little to me about the situation. Since I had obviously accepted it, she didn't feel she had to worry about my curiosity or my feelings. She would come home late, her hair mussed, missing her bra, smelling of sweat and sex, and just fall into bed. If I tried to initiate sex myself at these times, she would just laugh and knock my hands away. At other times, if I asked if she wanted sex, she would just look at me with pity and walk away.
But I was getting lots of sex anyway, though it was just with myself. Since I did the laundry, I got to search through her dirty panties for evidence of their fucking. It wasn't hard to find, as many of her panties were soaked at the crotch with what I assumed was a combination of her pussy juice and Steve's cum. I would masturbate furiously with her panties, imagining how Steve had rammed his cock into her, creating this sticky mess.
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