That day, my wife Asitan came back from the doctor and told me that something was wrong with her uterus and that all of them had to be removed.
This news surprised me and was shocked.
But such things happen frequently to women, and many women have undergone hysterectomy for various reasons.
Although I can't accept it emotionally, fortunately, we already have three children, so we don't need to consider giving birth. Besides, I have already had vas deferens ligation.
What I care most about is whether the wife will have an impact on our sexual life after her uterus is removed.
Asteng and I are both 40 years old and we usually have a very high frequency of sex.
Asiton told me that the doctor told her that the operation had little impact on sexual life.
But the doctor is completely lying!
After the operation, Asitian completely lost interest in sex.
Although she never said "no" to me, it was obvious that she was just lying there to deal with me, completely without the passion and excitement before the surgery.
Two months later, things got worse.
When I had sex with my wife, she was like an object I used to masturbate, which made me intolerable because I loved my wife deeply, how could I treat her like this?
Asten's temperament has also changed a lot. She no longer cares about whether her appearance is neat and beautiful, nor does she pay attention to whether her weight has increased again.
Although our love remains unchanged, we will still hug, kiss, snuggle and rely on each other, but there is no sexual meaning.
Of course I have sexual requirements, but it is impossible for me to go out and find sexual pleasure, and I don't want to do that.
Asten believes that love and sex are inseparable. If one of the spouses has sex with someone else, it is equivalent to telling the other party that he (she) no longer loves each other.
Once, my leg broke and I couldn't have sex for a long time, so I suggested that Asten find a lover first and they would break off contact when I could have sex with her.
This suggestion made Asten very annoyed and she had a big fight with me.
For us couples, the fastest way to divorce is to have one party having sex with someone else and being caught by the other party. I don’t want to be caught!
Some men may release their sexual desire by looking for women outside of marriage, but I don’t.
So, I became passionate about pornographic publications.
I bought porn magazines, 8mm porn movies and restricted video tapes as my amusement tools when masturbating.
But soon, videotapes and magazines were no longer new to me, so I had to find other ways to stimulate myself.
For a while, I wrote some letters that described my sexual fantasy to the readers' letters sections of pornographic magazines such as "Galleries" and "Lofts". I was also selected as the best letters of the month several times and received some small cash rewards.
But what stimulates my sexual desire the most is the pornographic communications I have with others.
Once, I read an advertisement in a wife swap magazine where I had forgotten my name. The advertisement said: A happy and fulfilling housewife wants to communicate with you pornographic fantasies. Please send your sexual fantasies and I will tell you mine.
I wrote a letter to the person who sent the advertisement according to the address, and at the same time, I also posted the same advertisement in five other magazines with great interest.
From then to the end of that year, I had already communicated with 28 people.
One of my favorite friends is an old lady living in Boise, Idaawa, who wrote a chapter in a pornographic novel and sent it to me.
She asked me to continue writing the novel and send it back to her.
Later, with the joint efforts of both of us, the novel wrote a total of 18 chapters.
Then, she sold the novel to Green Leaf Publishing House and gave me half of the manuscript fee.
Later, we collaborated on two books in this way.
Later, I could never hear from her again.
My sex life went on like this for four years until one day the toilet in the upstairs bedroom in our home was in trouble.
That day, Asten called my office and said that the toilet in the bathroom of the master bedroom was blocked.
I told her to close the valve of the water tank first and find a toilet-free home after I get home from get off work.
When I got home in the evening, Asten was not at home, and that day happened to be her time to play bridge.
She plays bridge with a few friends every Tuesday and Thursday.
The floor of the bathroom was very wet, and it seemed that a lot of water was flowing out of the toilet.
However, Asten had already mopped it with a mop.
I found some tools and thick wire from the garage, and started to open the sewer. Soon, the toilet water was filled and dropped to its normal position.
When I pulled out the wire that was stuck deep inside, I discovered some abnormalities.
This discovery shocked me.
The wire pulled out of the toilet sewer was carrying some toilet paper, hair and several condoms.
However, I have never used condoms in the past 15 years. How could these condoms be in my toilet?
Of course, there is only one answer, but it is really hard for me to accept it for a moment.
Every day during the day, at work, or every Wednesday and Friday when I go out to bowl with friends, Asten makes love with other men at home!
It is far from enough to describe my current mood with anger.
For so many years, I have been enduring the torture of sexual desire, but Asten is having sex with others.
I cleaned up the bathroom, collected the evidence in a plastic bag, and hid it in the garage.
After Asten came back that night, I didn't mention the things I found.
The next day was Wednesday. I left home according to normal time, and then used my phone to arrange the rest of the week. Then, I drove to a car rental company, rented a car and drove it back to my house to hide.
It was a long day, I sat in the car from 9am to 2:15pm before I saw a small black truck driving into the driveway in front of my house and stopping.
A man got out of the car, walked to the door of my house, and rang the doorbell.
Asten opened the door, the man leaned over and kissed her, and the two entered the house together.
I usually arrive at home around 5:30 pm, so I'm not surprised why that man left my house at 4:50 pm.
I drove the rental car back to the rental company and exchanged it for my car, and drove it home.
When he got home, Asten was preparing supper.I went upstairs to change my clothes and prepared to bowl.
Before going downstairs, I opened the bed cover and looked at it. The sheets were covered with dirty liquid.
Since she hasn't changed the dirty sheet yet, that is, she will use it later and then change to a clean sheet because she knows I'm going to bowl later.
During the day, I called the captain of our bowling team and said that I had something to do and would not go to the competition at night, so I asked him to find someone for me first.
After dinner, I left home as usual and parked my car on the street near my house.
Half an hour later, the little black truck arrived.
20 minutes after the man entered my house, I got out of the car and walked to the truck.
The door was not locked, and I found his driver's license from the glove box on the bridge and recorded his name and home address.
The man left my house 45 minutes before my normal return home time.
Watching him drive away, I also drove to follow this guy named Frank.
His family lives on the other side of the city, and I looked at him carefully and determined which house he entered before leaving there.
When I got home, I saw that the bed had been replaced with clean sheets, which I didn't find strange at all.When Asten got into bed, I tried to keep my distance from her and didn't want to touch her body at all.
On Thursday, I changed my car and waited for another day, but I didn't notice anything.
I called Asten and told her that I would work until very late before I could go home, and that I would not wait for me if I asked her to have dinner.
Then, I continued to lurk near my home to see what was going on.
When she went out to play bridge, I followed her, thinking she was going to Frank's apartment.
But to my surprise, when she got close to Frank's apartment, she did not turn right to his house, but left.
Then she continued to move forward and arrived at a bar 5 minutes' drive from Frank's house, parked her car in the parking lot, got out and walked in.
I parked the car across the street and sat in the car and waited.
About 40 minutes later, Asten walked out of the bar with a man (the man was not Frank) and got into Asten's car.
I followed them to a noble residential area on the West Side and I went home.
The situation on Friday was the same as on Wednesday, Frank came to my house after 2 pm and left before 5 pm.
At night, I left home to bowl as usual, but parked my car where I could see my doorstep to see if Frank would come again at night.
Frank did not come, but another man came, and that man was not the one who came out of the bar.
What the hell is Asten doing?Three different men appear in three different places and at different times?And I don't know what she did on Monday and Tuesday.
Seeing the man enter my house, I drove to Walmart supermarket, bought some things I needed very much, and then returned to my house to hide.
After Asten's guest left, I watched him turn the corner before driving into the driveway in front of my house.
I entered the door with the things I bought from Walmart, went straight upstairs, and entered the bedroom, and saw Asten changing sheets naked.
She didn't notice that I was already standing behind her, so she was shocked when I threw it from Walmart on the bed.
Looking back at me who suddenly appeared, her face turned pale.
I pointed to the shopping bag thrown on the bed and said: You may need these things.Since you have to change and wash the sheets frequently, I think you must need more sheets and detergents, right?
After saying that, I turned around and went downstairs.
Taking a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, I went downstairs to my workroom in the basement to do an entertaining specimen box that I've been working on.
At this time, I heard the sound of taking a shower upstairs. After about an hour, I heard the sound of Asten going downstairs. She seemed to have arrived in the basement.
But I didn't look back, I was waiting to see what she was going to say.
About 15 minutes later, I heard her murmuring: Why are you so angry?
I turned my face and looked at her, why am I so angry?I watched my wife fuck at least three different men, and you still want to ask why I was so angry?What you should ask is why I didn’t think of killing someone!
Why do you care about these things?You don’t need me, so what’s wrong with letting others do it?
Someone else does it?I know there are at least three others, and this is only from the day before yesterday to now!Do you know how many times you came to hug me and kiss me after fucking someone else’s pussy!
But you haven't answered my question yet, why do you care about these things?
It's hard for me to believe it.In the past four years, because you told me that you have no interest in sex, I can only use masturbation to release my desires.For four years, I have been trying to suppress my desires and not do anything that I am sorry for you, because you say that having an affair is equivalent to telling your partner that you no longer love her.You say that sex and love are inseparable.However, in the past four years, I have been solving problems with my own hands, and you, the shameless bitch, ran outside and fucked me with so many bastard men on your back!After you have done so many shameful things, you dare to ask me shamelessly why I am so angry and why should I care about these things!
When she heard me call her a shameless bitch, her body twitched in pain.
But, for such a woman who has fucked so many men on her back, what else can you call her?
She lowered her head, unwilling to look into my eyes, and said: I can't control myself, my sexual desire is too strong.I have to find another man because you can't satisfy me at all.
I looked at her and it seemed that she had really lost the ability to control herself. I asked her what she meant and I asked her to explain why she said that.
Listening to her explanation, I suddenly realized that although we always seemed to be very close, there were big problems in our communication.
After the last operation, her sexual desire suddenly became unseen, and she was also anxious, so she went to the doctor for help again.
The doctor did some tests for her and prescribed many drugs to supplement female hormones.
About three months later, she once again had a strong sexual requirement, but every time she wanted to have sex with me, I impatiently rejected her.
At that time, I thought she did this just because she had the responsibility to fulfill her obligation to be a wife, and I rejected her because I loved her too much and didn't want to use her without sexual needs as a tool for her to vent her desires.
However, she thought that the reason I rejected her was because she became bad-looking and had gained weight, and she was no longer attractive to me.
So, after several times she failed to ask me for love, she also began to retreat.
Six months later, at a party, a man attacked her. After being tortured by sexual desire for so long, she half-spoken and had sex with the man on the spot, and since then she was out of control.
However, three months later, she still cut off contact with the man because the man wanted her to leave me and marry him.
Asten didn't want to leave me at all because she still loved me deeply.
However, she still has a strong sexual desire and needs to be nourished by a man, so she quickly got along with another man, and then broke up and found another one, and things became more and more serious.
The craziest sex I've ever gotten!
She said, it seems that it is what I want most. I once had sex with 7 different men within a week.
She looked down at the floor and said softly: There were several times when I had sex with 7 of their men at the same time in one night.
I stared at her and was very shocked. She had actually had group sex with those men!
This woman once told me that sex and love are inseparable. Having an affair is like telling my partner that she no longer loves him, but she fucks with 7 men at the same time!
In the past four years, when she was fucking those men to death, I could only use pornographic pictures, movies and novels to stimulate my sexual desires, while masturbating.
Oh, I really want to cry!
I can't explain why my mind has changed.
In the past, when I broke my leg and couldn't satisfy Asten, I once told her that she could go out and find a lover to solve her sexual desire. Her rejection of me made me stick to our love for her. When she couldn't satisfy me, I would never do anything to sorry for her.
But later, she cheated on her, and went so far, found so many lovers, and even started having group sex.
Some people may think that when I discovered the fact that she cheated, when I knew that she still had strong sexual requirements, it would make both of us start our sex life again.
However, I don't think this will work.
I still love Asten, but what she did made me feel betrayed and hurt, and I couldn't let myself touch and caress her with peace of mind.
Asten said that she can wait for me for three months and asked me to carefully consider whether I can continue to accept her and whether I can continue to live with her.
If I can't accept the fact that she cheated in three months and could not forgive her, she will continue to interact with those men.
Three months passed, and after waiting for another three weeks, she went to find those men again.
I moved out of my home and we haven't talked about this issue again for the next two months.
Divorce is an inevitable thing.
Finally, what I want to tell you is that when the doctor tells you this and that, what you say will not change your life a lot, I suggest you listen to the opinions of the second or even the third person.
And, when your wife tells you: No!I would never do something like that!
Please don't trust her easily.
This news surprised me and was shocked.
But such things happen frequently to women, and many women have undergone hysterectomy for various reasons.
Although I can't accept it emotionally, fortunately, we already have three children, so we don't need to consider giving birth. Besides, I have already had vas deferens ligation.
What I care most about is whether the wife will have an impact on our sexual life after her uterus is removed.
Asteng and I are both 40 years old and we usually have a very high frequency of sex.
Asiton told me that the doctor told her that the operation had little impact on sexual life.
But the doctor is completely lying!
After the operation, Asitian completely lost interest in sex.
Although she never said "no" to me, it was obvious that she was just lying there to deal with me, completely without the passion and excitement before the surgery.
Two months later, things got worse.
When I had sex with my wife, she was like an object I used to masturbate, which made me intolerable because I loved my wife deeply, how could I treat her like this?
Asten's temperament has also changed a lot. She no longer cares about whether her appearance is neat and beautiful, nor does she pay attention to whether her weight has increased again.
Although our love remains unchanged, we will still hug, kiss, snuggle and rely on each other, but there is no sexual meaning.
Of course I have sexual requirements, but it is impossible for me to go out and find sexual pleasure, and I don't want to do that.
Asten believes that love and sex are inseparable. If one of the spouses has sex with someone else, it is equivalent to telling the other party that he (she) no longer loves each other.
Once, my leg broke and I couldn't have sex for a long time, so I suggested that Asten find a lover first and they would break off contact when I could have sex with her.
This suggestion made Asten very annoyed and she had a big fight with me.
For us couples, the fastest way to divorce is to have one party having sex with someone else and being caught by the other party. I don’t want to be caught!
Some men may release their sexual desire by looking for women outside of marriage, but I don’t.
So, I became passionate about pornographic publications.
I bought porn magazines, 8mm porn movies and restricted video tapes as my amusement tools when masturbating.
But soon, videotapes and magazines were no longer new to me, so I had to find other ways to stimulate myself.
For a while, I wrote some letters that described my sexual fantasy to the readers' letters sections of pornographic magazines such as "Galleries" and "Lofts". I was also selected as the best letters of the month several times and received some small cash rewards.
But what stimulates my sexual desire the most is the pornographic communications I have with others.
Once, I read an advertisement in a wife swap magazine where I had forgotten my name. The advertisement said: A happy and fulfilling housewife wants to communicate with you pornographic fantasies. Please send your sexual fantasies and I will tell you mine.
I wrote a letter to the person who sent the advertisement according to the address, and at the same time, I also posted the same advertisement in five other magazines with great interest.
From then to the end of that year, I had already communicated with 28 people.
One of my favorite friends is an old lady living in Boise, Idaawa, who wrote a chapter in a pornographic novel and sent it to me.
She asked me to continue writing the novel and send it back to her.
Later, with the joint efforts of both of us, the novel wrote a total of 18 chapters.
Then, she sold the novel to Green Leaf Publishing House and gave me half of the manuscript fee.
Later, we collaborated on two books in this way.
Later, I could never hear from her again.
My sex life went on like this for four years until one day the toilet in the upstairs bedroom in our home was in trouble.
That day, Asten called my office and said that the toilet in the bathroom of the master bedroom was blocked.
I told her to close the valve of the water tank first and find a toilet-free home after I get home from get off work.
When I got home in the evening, Asten was not at home, and that day happened to be her time to play bridge.
She plays bridge with a few friends every Tuesday and Thursday.
The floor of the bathroom was very wet, and it seemed that a lot of water was flowing out of the toilet.
However, Asten had already mopped it with a mop.
I found some tools and thick wire from the garage, and started to open the sewer. Soon, the toilet water was filled and dropped to its normal position.
When I pulled out the wire that was stuck deep inside, I discovered some abnormalities.
This discovery shocked me.
The wire pulled out of the toilet sewer was carrying some toilet paper, hair and several condoms.
However, I have never used condoms in the past 15 years. How could these condoms be in my toilet?
Of course, there is only one answer, but it is really hard for me to accept it for a moment.
Every day during the day, at work, or every Wednesday and Friday when I go out to bowl with friends, Asten makes love with other men at home!
It is far from enough to describe my current mood with anger.
For so many years, I have been enduring the torture of sexual desire, but Asten is having sex with others.
I cleaned up the bathroom, collected the evidence in a plastic bag, and hid it in the garage.
After Asten came back that night, I didn't mention the things I found.
The next day was Wednesday. I left home according to normal time, and then used my phone to arrange the rest of the week. Then, I drove to a car rental company, rented a car and drove it back to my house to hide.
It was a long day, I sat in the car from 9am to 2:15pm before I saw a small black truck driving into the driveway in front of my house and stopping.
A man got out of the car, walked to the door of my house, and rang the doorbell.
Asten opened the door, the man leaned over and kissed her, and the two entered the house together.
I usually arrive at home around 5:30 pm, so I'm not surprised why that man left my house at 4:50 pm.
I drove the rental car back to the rental company and exchanged it for my car, and drove it home.
When he got home, Asten was preparing supper.I went upstairs to change my clothes and prepared to bowl.
Before going downstairs, I opened the bed cover and looked at it. The sheets were covered with dirty liquid.
Since she hasn't changed the dirty sheet yet, that is, she will use it later and then change to a clean sheet because she knows I'm going to bowl later.
During the day, I called the captain of our bowling team and said that I had something to do and would not go to the competition at night, so I asked him to find someone for me first.
After dinner, I left home as usual and parked my car on the street near my house.
Half an hour later, the little black truck arrived.
20 minutes after the man entered my house, I got out of the car and walked to the truck.
The door was not locked, and I found his driver's license from the glove box on the bridge and recorded his name and home address.
The man left my house 45 minutes before my normal return home time.
Watching him drive away, I also drove to follow this guy named Frank.
His family lives on the other side of the city, and I looked at him carefully and determined which house he entered before leaving there.
When I got home, I saw that the bed had been replaced with clean sheets, which I didn't find strange at all.When Asten got into bed, I tried to keep my distance from her and didn't want to touch her body at all.
On Thursday, I changed my car and waited for another day, but I didn't notice anything.
I called Asten and told her that I would work until very late before I could go home, and that I would not wait for me if I asked her to have dinner.
Then, I continued to lurk near my home to see what was going on.
When she went out to play bridge, I followed her, thinking she was going to Frank's apartment.
But to my surprise, when she got close to Frank's apartment, she did not turn right to his house, but left.
Then she continued to move forward and arrived at a bar 5 minutes' drive from Frank's house, parked her car in the parking lot, got out and walked in.
I parked the car across the street and sat in the car and waited.
About 40 minutes later, Asten walked out of the bar with a man (the man was not Frank) and got into Asten's car.
I followed them to a noble residential area on the West Side and I went home.
The situation on Friday was the same as on Wednesday, Frank came to my house after 2 pm and left before 5 pm.
At night, I left home to bowl as usual, but parked my car where I could see my doorstep to see if Frank would come again at night.
Frank did not come, but another man came, and that man was not the one who came out of the bar.
What the hell is Asten doing?Three different men appear in three different places and at different times?And I don't know what she did on Monday and Tuesday.
Seeing the man enter my house, I drove to Walmart supermarket, bought some things I needed very much, and then returned to my house to hide.
After Asten's guest left, I watched him turn the corner before driving into the driveway in front of my house.
I entered the door with the things I bought from Walmart, went straight upstairs, and entered the bedroom, and saw Asten changing sheets naked.
She didn't notice that I was already standing behind her, so she was shocked when I threw it from Walmart on the bed.
Looking back at me who suddenly appeared, her face turned pale.
I pointed to the shopping bag thrown on the bed and said: You may need these things.Since you have to change and wash the sheets frequently, I think you must need more sheets and detergents, right?
After saying that, I turned around and went downstairs.
Taking a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, I went downstairs to my workroom in the basement to do an entertaining specimen box that I've been working on.
At this time, I heard the sound of taking a shower upstairs. After about an hour, I heard the sound of Asten going downstairs. She seemed to have arrived in the basement.
But I didn't look back, I was waiting to see what she was going to say.
About 15 minutes later, I heard her murmuring: Why are you so angry?
I turned my face and looked at her, why am I so angry?I watched my wife fuck at least three different men, and you still want to ask why I was so angry?What you should ask is why I didn’t think of killing someone!
Why do you care about these things?You don’t need me, so what’s wrong with letting others do it?
Someone else does it?I know there are at least three others, and this is only from the day before yesterday to now!Do you know how many times you came to hug me and kiss me after fucking someone else’s pussy!
But you haven't answered my question yet, why do you care about these things?
It's hard for me to believe it.In the past four years, because you told me that you have no interest in sex, I can only use masturbation to release my desires.For four years, I have been trying to suppress my desires and not do anything that I am sorry for you, because you say that having an affair is equivalent to telling your partner that you no longer love her.You say that sex and love are inseparable.However, in the past four years, I have been solving problems with my own hands, and you, the shameless bitch, ran outside and fucked me with so many bastard men on your back!After you have done so many shameful things, you dare to ask me shamelessly why I am so angry and why should I care about these things!
When she heard me call her a shameless bitch, her body twitched in pain.
But, for such a woman who has fucked so many men on her back, what else can you call her?
She lowered her head, unwilling to look into my eyes, and said: I can't control myself, my sexual desire is too strong.I have to find another man because you can't satisfy me at all.
I looked at her and it seemed that she had really lost the ability to control herself. I asked her what she meant and I asked her to explain why she said that.
Listening to her explanation, I suddenly realized that although we always seemed to be very close, there were big problems in our communication.
After the last operation, her sexual desire suddenly became unseen, and she was also anxious, so she went to the doctor for help again.
The doctor did some tests for her and prescribed many drugs to supplement female hormones.
About three months later, she once again had a strong sexual requirement, but every time she wanted to have sex with me, I impatiently rejected her.
At that time, I thought she did this just because she had the responsibility to fulfill her obligation to be a wife, and I rejected her because I loved her too much and didn't want to use her without sexual needs as a tool for her to vent her desires.
However, she thought that the reason I rejected her was because she became bad-looking and had gained weight, and she was no longer attractive to me.
So, after several times she failed to ask me for love, she also began to retreat.
Six months later, at a party, a man attacked her. After being tortured by sexual desire for so long, she half-spoken and had sex with the man on the spot, and since then she was out of control.
However, three months later, she still cut off contact with the man because the man wanted her to leave me and marry him.
Asten didn't want to leave me at all because she still loved me deeply.
However, she still has a strong sexual desire and needs to be nourished by a man, so she quickly got along with another man, and then broke up and found another one, and things became more and more serious.
The craziest sex I've ever gotten!
She said, it seems that it is what I want most. I once had sex with 7 different men within a week.
She looked down at the floor and said softly: There were several times when I had sex with 7 of their men at the same time in one night.
I stared at her and was very shocked. She had actually had group sex with those men!
This woman once told me that sex and love are inseparable. Having an affair is like telling my partner that she no longer loves him, but she fucks with 7 men at the same time!
In the past four years, when she was fucking those men to death, I could only use pornographic pictures, movies and novels to stimulate my sexual desires, while masturbating.
Oh, I really want to cry!
I can't explain why my mind has changed.
In the past, when I broke my leg and couldn't satisfy Asten, I once told her that she could go out and find a lover to solve her sexual desire. Her rejection of me made me stick to our love for her. When she couldn't satisfy me, I would never do anything to sorry for her.
But later, she cheated on her, and went so far, found so many lovers, and even started having group sex.
Some people may think that when I discovered the fact that she cheated, when I knew that she still had strong sexual requirements, it would make both of us start our sex life again.
However, I don't think this will work.
I still love Asten, but what she did made me feel betrayed and hurt, and I couldn't let myself touch and caress her with peace of mind.
Asten said that she can wait for me for three months and asked me to carefully consider whether I can continue to accept her and whether I can continue to live with her.
If I can't accept the fact that she cheated in three months and could not forgive her, she will continue to interact with those men.
Three months passed, and after waiting for another three weeks, she went to find those men again.
I moved out of my home and we haven't talked about this issue again for the next two months.
Divorce is an inevitable thing.
Finally, what I want to tell you is that when the doctor tells you this and that, what you say will not change your life a lot, I suggest you listen to the opinions of the second or even the third person.
And, when your wife tells you: No!I would never do something like that!
Please don't trust her easily.
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