Just Once - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Just Once - Part 2

... my wife, capturing the fresh thoughts in my head. I pulled out a pad and wrote the note. I folded it, and I opened the door. Laying curled up on the concrete floor asleep was my wife. A small puddle of tears was on the floor under her face that was resting on her forearm.

I stepped down and around my wife, walking quietly inside, taking in my bags, and emptying them in the laundry room. I went to the kitchen and made breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and grits. I am not a quiet cook, so at some point, my wife heard me and entered the kitchen.

She sat on a stool at the island and saw the note I had written to her. She picked up the paper, unfolded it, and read…

Wife,

I don't think you deserve this salutation at this point, but as of this moment, you are still my wife. I do use the term loosely because most loving wives who deserve that title do not actively cheat on their husbands, and if they do, they lose the right to that title.

I am undecided on that point and the way I will choose. That decision is mostly up to you now. I know what you have done, having heard it over and over last night as you allowed your body and mind to be seduced again and again, not by me but by yet another man.

You were his completely, bowing to his every desire and even giving him your precious ass, which I have only enjoyed a few times. The one saving grace is that you never humiliated me with words, demeaning me with your lover, telling him he was so much better a lover than I ...

... am or that his huge cock fucked you so much better than I do. I am sure that you were thinking those things but had the small amount of decency not to vocalize them to him.

This does bring up the question if he is so much better than I, will I ever be enough for you again, or will you always crave a bigger, more aggressive cock. I can do nothing about what God has given me, so if your need is for a bigger cock I will step aside, setting you free to seek out your lover or another man better equipped than I.

As things stand right now. I hate you, Eliane, for fucking up our perfect marriage and my undying love for you. Your failure to be able to resist this man gives me pause to wonder if this will happen over and over in the future.

You have fucked up our decision on starting our family and making babies. You have made me wonder if I can trust you to bring our babies into this world and be there for them and me every day of their lives, and not out fucking other men for your pleasure.

Before last night, I would have never considered asking those questions, but now I have to ask you, in light of what you have done, if I am wrong in having those doubts. I don't think so.

So, wife, the ball is in your court. You must convince me that you deserve to be my wife, that you will permanently, from this day forward, forsake all others, and that four or five years from now, I will not look back and say, 'Well, she did it again, what a fool I was!

There will also be a few ...