My wife loved sex.  I could tell it by the way she loved to feel my cock slipping in and out of her.  She loved fucking. And I decided that I wanted her to have more.  I didn't blatantely say so.  But I did tell her I woulnd't be upset if she did, and I found out. I could tell the way other men looked at her, that they wanted her. I could tell by the way she looked at them, that she wanted them. I had to tell her that it was okay. 

I was still getting enought from her to be happy I thought.  I didn't know it would become 4 men at her job when I fund the letter from one of them, on how much he loved sleeping with her, and the rumors she was seeing other men. All of them taking turns with her, just because they wanted her, and she wanted them. She would open herself up to them.  Mike, Dennis, Brian, and tony. I would think about them. Their size, their stamina, how much she liked it.  I would only find out what they liked. Suckling her lactating tits, her sucking on them, and her fucking them.

I would then find out she slept with my best friend at the time.  Not direectly, but indirectly, when they took an hour and a half to take him home, and have him change.  Her panties would be soaked from his cum and dried.  I loved the touch of dried cum, and then scent of sex.  I would use them over and again. 

She would let me know who she was with, which was part of what I wanted to know.  Who you are with, I'd say.  Mike, Dennis, Brian, tony, Paul, Mark, Jason, another Mike, Stan, and Marty.

Her friend told me about Marty leaving at 6:30 from my place while I was out of town.  She begged me to confront stacey about it.  Tell her that I saw him leaving in the morning.  Tell her you know he spent the night.  i couldn't. I wouldn't stop her.  I loved thinking about it.  Loved feeling it in her clothes and smelling it.  I was addicted to her fucking.