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I was attracted to my wife the moment I saw her. She looked so innocent. Few days later, my friend introduced me to her during Christmas ball. After few meetings, we decided to get married. I was 21 and she was one year younger than I was.
I was faithful to her for next seven years. I sired some offspring through her. Then I had an affair with a widow. It was brief. There was no sex between us. I was limited to necking and patting. I enjoyed sucking her small breasts. She would not allow me to do anything beyond that. Soon my wife caught on. She knew something was cooking. Her aunt added fuel to fire. This led to some bitterness. I went astray because I always suspected her because as per her confession she had several boyfriends before.
Though she never admitted to having sex with them but I often fantasized worst sort of sexual encounters she might have had with her male friends. I began going outstations off and on. One night I came back unannounced and found a stranger sitting and talking to her. He pacified me by saying that it was her cousin's boyfriend. I trusted her. She could tell lies with a straight face and I was too gullible to believe her.
Three years passed and I knew nothing what was happening behind my back. My parents were looking after my grownup children. Only the younger ones were with her. Then something happened; that left me crushed.
One afternoon returned home from outstation. She had latched the door but not properly. It opened from its latch no sooner I touched it. I tiptoed to the bedroom to see what she is doing. I always suspected that one day I would find her cheating on me. I tried to spy on her many times, but she was too cunning for me. Today she was not so lucky. I found her lying with a man on our bed. Both were fast asleep. I went closer and lo, I recognized him to the same man I had seen him earlier and my wife had put me off saying he is her cousin's boyfriend. I was green with envy. I gazed at him fuming. I punched him on his nose. They both woke up with a start. My wife screamed and asked me not to touch him. I grappled with him but he escaped. I threatened to leave her but she cajoled me and made me cool down.
The thought of another man having sex with my wife was making me very excited. I badly wanted to have sex with her. I pulled her down and had sex with her immediately. She promised me never to see him again. Next day morning again I came back from office early soon after signing on almost immediately. There he was again. She had closed the door but had not latched it. She did not expect me to come home so soon. I grappled with him once again and again he ran away.
Thereafter, we began fighting every day. She had a 3-month-old child she had given birth to after I underwent vasectomy. Now I began suspecting it was not my child. However, I was helpless. If I had to leave her what would happen to my other children.
She knew my helplessness. She started taking advantage of it. She continued her sexual escapades with him unabated. She even went outstation with him a few times. Whenever I questioned her, she gave me a watertight excuse. Neighbors told me that she used to take him in the house even while I was sleeping in my room. She had many children thereafter but she used to abort them. Only three of them survived and one died in a road accident.
Despite all this, I could never develop hatred for the children. I brought them up lovingly as my own. After cheating me to her heart's content, she finally died 26 years after I had caught her in bed with another man for the first time.
Past 9 years I have been struggling with myself. I try to sooth my hurt ego by fantasizing her having sex with her lover and even with other men. My heart does not ache any more. Until now I have not understood why all this happened to me. I do not know whether leaving her after I found out would have been a good choice. Wouldn't I make her children and my children's life miserable? Was it a test of love? We love those who love us. However, do we love those who do not love us? May be I loved her too much to bear all these ignominiously for so long.
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11998.
I've met the girl of my dreams. The problem is: her boyfriend is one of my close personal friends... and he's going out of town for a week.
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I can't stop touching my vagina. I am touching it right now. I bathe with my hand in my vagina. When I pee, I pee around my hand. Because. It is in my vagina. I can't have sex because my hand is in my vagina. This is such a problem.
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