Her Time just 48 Hours - Sex Stories

Her Time just 48 Hours

... days. These pictures were plentiful and very graphic. Alice's hand was on her open mouth as she sat down.

"You don't have to say anything. The pictures have spoken for you, they have said everything with a clarity that words simply can't convey.

I have been struggling to understand, to comprehend what has happened, why it happened, why you would do this? What have I done to you, or not done for you, to cause you to hate me so much?

You might be wondering how I got these. They certainly shred the myth that "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" wouldn't you say?

Bob's wife sent these to me about two weeks ago. I can't tell you how shocked I was to see, who I thought was my "loving wife," clearly lusting after and grabbing for the cock of another man. Since you went back the next day, it was clear that you were as enthusiastic to have sex with them as they were with you. Positions that I had asked you to do with me, and been refused by you, you willingly did with them. I just don't know how you could do this in such a cold-hearted manner. I really feel that I don't know you at all. Indeed, I now wonder if I ever knew you.

So now you know why I have been a little distant these last two weeks. It seems that Bob has been stepping out, shall we say. His wife hired a team to investigate what Bob was getting up to. Somehow, they were able to get access to the suite that Bob and Jim were getting at the resort. They did a very thorough job of wiring the place, don't ...

... you think? Oh, they got some very good videos with clear audio, indeed the pictures were taken from the videos. I have the videos as well, but I didn't think you would need to see, or hear them, after all, you were there and stared in them.

All I can tell you is that they were like a series of never-ending daggers into my heart. To say that I feel devasted is to put it mildly. The pictures were bad enough, but the videos, the videos.....why?.....how could you do this?.....you have no idea how it felt to listen to you, to your moans and expletives of pleasure that you made, the passion that you had for them. Your wantonness, they way you grabbed at their cocks, the way you lay on the bed and spread you legs, giving them your open pussy to fuck, my God. The videos tore me apart, second by second, moan by moan... watching your shuddering orgasms. I had no idea that my wife, who I held in such high esteem, was nothing more than a whore for other men. You have broken my heart. What did I do, what didn't I do? Why, why, why? You never indicated that you wanted or needed more.

When I told you that I was able to last much longer with you on top, you said that you were never big on penetration. I wanted it, but you only consented to do it if I had to do the work which greatly diminished my enjoyment and ability to have a longer harder cock. Yet, you didn't mind doing that for them." He crumpled in the chair and sobbed.

She could see that she had broken his heart. Tears were ...