I have been married to what I thought was a sincere Christian woman for almost 6 years. Since last month my world has crumbled around me and I don't know what to do. I had enjoyed a life most only dream about, great job, friends, and a lovely wife. The problem started when I was going through her "personal drawer" while she was out shopping. I found an opened package of extra large condoms. Now, finding condoms is not that unusual since I wear one during our monthly lovemaking. Except I ***AM SMALLER THAN AVERAGE***. Rather than to confront her with my findings, I decided to do some detective work and find out what is going on in my house while I am away.
The following week I left work a few hours early and returned home. To my surprise there was a junky old Harley parked near the end of my driveway. I proceeded to go a bit further down the road, parked and walked back to my house. As I entered through the side door, I heard strange noises coming from the bedroom. Moaning, sighing, whimpers...... I didn't know what to think. At that point I was convince a filthy biker had broken into my house and was raping my wife. I climbed the stairs quietly, ready to confront the man who was violating my bride and take the action necessary to make him sorry he had ever come into my neighborhood. As I rounded the doorway and peered around corner, I witnessed my wife positioned on her hands and knees with the dirtiest unkept man I had ever seen ***DOING STUFF***. I was stunned, shocked, in dismay, and totally caught off guard. I stood in silence as I watched ***STUFF HAPPENING***. I felt so sorry for her, knowing the pain she must be in ***BECAUSE OF STUFF***. Frozen with feelings I had never had before, I watched his ***NAUGHTY BITS*** ***DO STUFF***, and his ***MORE NAUGHTY BITS*** destroying ***MORE NAUGHTY BITS***. Suddenly after what seemed like eternity, he ***DID MORE STUFF*** I quickly left the house knowing he would be exhausted and since the danger was over, I might as well leave without and confrontation at that time.
I am hoping this was a one time thing, could I be wrong? Should I keep loving my once virgin bride or call her the slut she is. I need advice, please help.
The following week I left work a few hours early and returned home. To my surprise there was a junky old Harley parked near the end of my driveway. I proceeded to go a bit further down the road, parked and walked back to my house. As I entered through the side door, I heard strange noises coming from the bedroom. Moaning, sighing, whimpers...... I didn't know what to think. At that point I was convince a filthy biker had broken into my house and was raping my wife. I climbed the stairs quietly, ready to confront the man who was violating my bride and take the action necessary to make him sorry he had ever come into my neighborhood. As I rounded the doorway and peered around corner, I witnessed my wife positioned on her hands and knees with the dirtiest unkept man I had ever seen ***DOING STUFF***. I was stunned, shocked, in dismay, and totally caught off guard. I stood in silence as I watched ***STUFF HAPPENING***. I felt so sorry for her, knowing the pain she must be in ***BECAUSE OF STUFF***. Frozen with feelings I had never had before, I watched his ***NAUGHTY BITS*** ***DO STUFF***, and his ***MORE NAUGHTY BITS*** destroying ***MORE NAUGHTY BITS***. Suddenly after what seemed like eternity, he ***DID MORE STUFF*** I quickly left the house knowing he would be exhausted and since the danger was over, I might as well leave without and confrontation at that time.
I am hoping this was a one time thing, could I be wrong? Should I keep loving my once virgin bride or call her the slut she is. I need advice, please help.


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