Adulterous Wife

Letter from a reader: Hello Sonia. My name is Antonio, 46 years old and I live in the province of Tucumán. I write to you to tell you that I separated due to infidelity. I consider myself a hardworking, loyal, and affectionate person, but none of that helped me avoid being a cuck. You say in your stories that it's important for the husband to pay attention to the woman, but in my experience, it didn't work. I work as an elevator technician and sometimes have to travel to other provinces at clients' request. When I was away from home, I would communicate with my wife (44) and our two sons (16 and 20) four to five times a day to see how they were doing. If I had to be away for more than three days, I would ask my wife for some erotic photos and film myself masturbating in the hotel room so she could feel secure about my fidelity. I'd make myself come on camera to show her how much I desired her. It was a game between us and I considered it important to dispel any suspicion of my honesty. Since I'm short-sighted, I would upload her photos to my computer and enlarge them to full screen. At first, I didn't give it much importance, but something in the photo awakened my distrust regarding her loyalty. In one of the images, she showed me her breasts and there was a noticeable difference in her skin tone. It looked like a summer photo where you could see the marks from a bra. We were in winter. That image was over six months old and I had never seen it before. She had lied to me. When I got back home, I seemed fine and when I had the opportunity, I went to see my mother who lived with us. I told her what happened and she scolded me, saying: Your wife is a great mother. She never leaves the house and takes care of you like a daughter... Leave those thoughts behind! Of course, I believed her and for almost a year, I didn't suspect anything about my partner again. Until... that one day after taking a bath, I would take my dirty clothes to the laundry and in the basket there were nylon stockings with very large stains, similar to semen. I remembered that those stockings I had worn two days earlier because it was cold and I had left the house for ten minutes to buy some merchandise. '__Maybe I'd have a lover from around here'__. I thought. I started studying her movements and as my mother used to say: ..She took great care of her family and never left without a specific reason.... Apart from that, for my peace of mind, she was a very unfeminine woman, I couldn't match the profile of a lover: She wore grandmother's underwear, rarely shaved and never made up. Months went by and I hadn't managed to confirm my suspicions. One hot spring evening I came home early and found my kids doing their homework and my mother washing dishes in the kitchen, when I asked about my wife they told me she was on the patio hanging clothes. I went upstairs to help her bring down the laundry baskets and didn't find her. From a distance I could hear a familiar groan. I poked my head out through the median wall and saw her face peeking out of a metal shed window. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and she looked suffocated by the heat. Someone was holding her neck and pressing her against the window frame. The shed belonged to retired Ignacio, a 65-year-old neighbor. Although it was hard for me to believe what I was seeing, she was being mounted from behind. From my roof, I called out her name, and when she saw me, she smiled and screamed with all her might as she was having an orgasm. She never came back home again, and every now and then I see her walking hand in hand with Old Ignacio. Soniadoraescritora@gmail.com M Grande