Here we go again. It’s all my fault. I married a younger woman because I thought it would be more fun. What an ass I am. It became quite evident that I would never be able to satisfy her emotionally or physically. The way I can make her scream is when I give the bitch my credit card. For about three years I have known that she had been cheating on me. I think my first clue was when I came home from a day of fishing and found her and the gardener fucking in my bed.
After walking in on her several more times with various men, I sheepishly asked if I could at least watch. She told me there was no way she would let me even see her wet, hot pussy, much less let get close enough to smell it’s sweetness. I was forced to listen to my wife and the parade of men pounding her delicious pussy. Then I had an idea. I told her she could never have the credit card again unless she let me watch her steamy cunt get filled with huge cock.
Fearing that she would never get to spend ungodly amounts of my money on worthless shit and sex toys, she conceded. Now I watch her writhe atop every Tom, Dick, and Harry cock that walks past our house. I have to admit I enjoy it more than I thought I would. I don’t let her know that I do, because if I did she would stop fucking at home. I love to see her face as she get rammed by a big piece of man meat. I love to see the milky sweet jizz erupt from his jack stick. I have even brought well hung studs home to her so I can lick the hot mess from the sheets while she goes shopping.