Loosing My Wife - Story (Patreon)

"I'm sorry you had to find about it this way " she said. Right.

I don't detect much sorrow in her voice. She's determinedly hugging her
muscular lesbian lover. A blonde bodybuilder.

A blonde bodybuilder who is cradling my black haired wife and and not even
caring I'm there. Dismissing me.

A few moments earlier I'd walked into the bedroom and... Well.

How had it been?

I'd heard her voice from the bedroom as soon as I closed the front door. In
fact, I stupidly thought at first something was wrong from the urgency and
moaning and had called out her name. As it turned out she was in no state to
hear me.

Still thinking my wife might be in pain, I rushed to the bedroom door and
slapped it open.

Someone was over my dark haired petite wife-of-seven-years. Someone large.
Very Large. What I saw was my wife's legs over the most muscular pair of
shoulders I had ever seen on anyone.

The back was Huge! A V-shape like wings, like something out of a cartoon, all
sweaty muscle and long blonde hair. This person, this Woman(!) was on her
knees pumping away over my ecstatic wife.

I was speechless, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. I felt dizzy.

My wife momentarily saw me over her Lover's shoulder and her eyes grew. Only
momentarily though. The huge bodybuilder was in no mood to stop, she was
completely engulfed in the moment and continued her mighty thrusting. I could
see her thighs and ass flex, working, pistoning on all cylinders, in and out
and in and out of my delirious wife. A belt just above the bodybuilder's black
panties revealed what had to be the harness of a strapon.

Rolling her eyes up, my wife ignored me and returned back to her lovemaking,
this time clearly speaking, her voice rising almost to hysteria, every phrase
in between frantic breaths in the frantic rhythm.

"Yes! Oh yes! Like that! More, More! Don't stop! fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck Me!"
Her Lover obliged.

Two muscular arms, huge bodybuilder arms, held my wife's legs at the knee
level, locking her in place. As my wife was taken, I could see her toes slowly
start curling, tensing and trembling, an indication of an imminent explosive
orgasm. Her Lover was holding her firm and I could see the biceps and back
flex and rise, sinewy huge muscle expanding and working as she continued to
lead my wife to places I realized I had never been able to take her.

The wild lovemaking reached a crescendo in the next few seconds and this was
the first time I heard the blonde bodybuilder's deep womanly voice as she
spoke each sentence. Every word punctuated by a thrust that slammed my wife
into the bed head:

"You! Are! My! Little! Bitch! This! Is! The! Best! Fuck! You've! Ever! Had!"

And then, with even harder thrusts her voice demanding, conquering:

"Say it! Say it! SAY IT!"

Despite tears streaming down my face I realized to my everlasting shame that I
had a huge erection. This debasing, this sullying humiliation of myself and my
marriage had made me harder than i'd ever been before.

My wife was almost fainting from bliss. Multiple orgasms rocked her body. Her
back arched trying to rise but unable to, as the Bodybuilder kept her in
place. She screamed in orgasm but, somehow, words came to her as she managed
in a flood:

"YES! You're my STUD! Everything! This is the BESTFuck! ONLY THIS is Fucking!
Nothing else even cam cl... -mother of! OH YES- YOU! ONLY YOU! I'm YOURS! Fuck
me like this FOREVER!

The bodybuilder placed her arms below my wife's ass and easily lifted her up
bringing her down for a final slam on her cock. As my wife screamed and then
Gasped, her eyes widened in an earth shattering, soul shattering orgasm.
Without touching myself I creamed my pants.

I collapsed on my knees, tears streaming down my eyes, while the wife I loved,
who I thought was mine, kissed her Lover with wild abandon.

I stayed in that position, unable and unwilling to take my eyes away from
them.

Slowly their rhythm slowed and the Bodybuilder's tone became loving,
possessive as she kissed my wife all over her body.

"Baby. Oh sweet baby. I'll take you and hold you and fuck you sweetly,
forever"

They eventually finished. In their own time. My presence reduced to a
side-note to be addressed at some point. Eventually.

My wife put her panties back on in an act of propriety that seemed ironic.
Then it dawned upon me: I no longer had the right to see her naked. There was
no "us" anymore. She clasped her powerful Lover as if to lock her onto
herself, her hands caressing the bulging back muscles. The beautiful blonde
bodybuilder on the other hand, clinched my wife possessively around her arms,
a trophy, with her mighty forearms slightly bulging as she did so. The
bodybuilder's gaze was dreamlike, not even arrogant. I was no longer a factor,
I hadn't even been a sufficient nuisance to warrant a pause while she'd been
so expertly fucking my wife. Her blue eyes looked beyond me as if I wasn't
there.

My wife continued, " so while I'm sorry as this must have been painful for
you, you must understand that I'm not yours anymore. Please pack some clothes.
" she searched my face and added

"You understand I have do this, don't you?"

I nodded. After what I had witnessed I understood.