Infidelidad

My wife and I were together for more than 10 years, even living together. Since the beginning of our relationship, I found out that he was cheating on me with a friend from work, Jorge. Everything starts with the typical story of someone you met at work, sharing a lot of time together, even inviting him to parties we shared with our friends from common. I've never been a jealous person, and at first, I trusted when he told me that he was his best friend and people at his workplace invented stories about romance between them. I imagine it was like that at the beginning, but over time they started to get closer. Over time, I began to suspect their infidelities until one day, seeing their conversations on WhatsApp, I found what I didn't want to know. Or did I? Although in them there was no explicit talk of sex, it was obvious that they were referring to having sexual relations at different times, such as when I went to work or couldn't wait to go together to work, another conversation was about how they would look for a weekend just for themselves in some magical town. But this story is about a specific night, I've always had a heavy sleep and when I get drunk nothing wakes me up. Several times the parties ended at our house and when everyone left and I slept, they stayed until late hours to keep the party going. One of the most recent conversations I discovered back then could be tracked to the specific date and time we were at a party in our house. He was writing things like: -Don't be sad, you don't know what I want to do with you but everyone's still here! Or: -Be patient, you know that in the end I'll take care of you very well. I still had that party fresh in my memory and although I don't know what really happened, I can only imagine what they did while I slept in the room a few meters away with the door open to the living room. where they were. In that room we had a sofa bed where I found them sleeping the next day without suspecting that something had happened. I repeat that I'll never know what really happened, but I knew her well and adding a little of my fantasies, I've created quite some material to keep myself masturbating until today just thinking about it. She was a girl who enjoyed giving pleasure more than receiving it, so she loved sucking me off every now and then, especially at the beginning of our relationship, even in public places or while we shared an apartment with my brothers, with the risk that someone would always walk in on us at any moment and catch us. Although she didn't like swallowing my cum, she could receive it in other parts of her body, nor did she like using condoms and loved feeling me explode inside her. Plus, when she was really hot, according to her words, she'd do things she normally wouldn't do. I've imagined several scenes about how that night could have been, but the one that gets me most excited is the one where I'm snoring and they're alone in the room with several cups on top. I think how she started caressing him and undressing him slowly while he let her do it. I imagine maybe she had a plan in case I suddenly woke up: as soon as I heard myself getting up or stopping snoring, Jorge would rush into the bathroom carrying his clothes, and they'd tell me the bathroom was occupied. But until that happened, I'd have Jorge's naked body at my disposal while she wouldn't dare take off her clothes, she'd be content with giving him pleasure with her mouth and letting him put his hand in occasionally. Like any fantasy, one imagines the lover has what one doesn't, and although my dimensions are average, I love visualizing her with 19 centimeters of meat and a pair of hanging balls in front of her face. Since I didn't wake up again after going to bed that night, so They had whatever they wanted from the night so that it would give her all the pleasure she wanted to her lover. I've come so many times thinking about how the unfaithful one, in her drunkenness, did so many things to that guy who never did them to me, I've imagined that even they dared to have sex without a condom, both of us naked in front of me, and it turns me on to see her receiving the cum from her lover in her mouth, body, or clothes, no matter what I might think when I saw them sleeping together the next morning. When I discovered those conversations, I didn't take long to demand an explanation and we had a very ugly fight, we reconciled, she told me she still loved me and wanted to be with me too. But I think I left the golden opportunity to tell her that what she was doing with her friend in reality turned me on more than anything. I see a parallel story where both of us keep enjoying our relationship while she takes other men to catch them in our bed or wherever, arriving home and finding her eating a good cock without even worrying about my presence. Having breakfast in our dining room while her lover of the day gets up from the bed to go straight to dressing with cum condensed on his plate or directly into his mouth. I like it and would like to know stories where the lover can enter at any time to our house and take her without caring that I'm sleeping in the same bed or watching a movie with her. This is just one of the stories that has made me fantasize over the years, I also have stories of threesomes and my own infidelities with her relatives, and different topics that one accumulates in a life of morbidness, fantasies and traumas. I would like to register and share my stories and fantasies and receive comments of all kinds to enrich my thoughts or reflect on them from other angles perhaps.