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My heart was breaking. I started to cry in helpless frustration, my tears wetting the pillow. I turned the phone to 'Do not disturb', so it wouldn't wake me until I had to get up at 3am.After a restless sleep, my alarm woke me. I was dressed and ready to go in moments, having already showered and packed before my nap. While in the cab to the airport, I looked at my phone for the first time since waking. There were numerous text messages from 'him'. Most of the messages contained photos of my naked wife in various positions, with her legs spread for him. Her pussy was gaping and red, obviously well used. Some showed cum on her ass, tits and her stomach.One of the texts asked, 'Did you jack off knowing that your wife is being so well fucked?'Replying to this message, I texted, 'Well 'jack-off', let's just say that, when I find you, it will be you who is 'fucked'.'The flight landed at 7 am. I ran to baggage claim to get my bags. From there I went to long-term parking to retrieve my H

I was directed to a seat and got settled. My lawyer sat on one side of me, with one of the linebackers on the other side. I asked, "Ok, what is going on now?""These men are here to keep you out of jail. I know that, right about now, you probably want to kill that son-of-a-bitch. So, I hired these two men to keep you out of prison... Now, if you notice, Johnson isn't smiling at all."It was only then that I became aware of Johnson's facial expression. He wasn't gloating at all.I could see that my wife still wanted to approach me, and was glad no one would let her.My lawyer finally got up and approached a podium at the front of the room. "Mrs. Paterson. You wanted this meeting. We're here. Would you like to start?"Anna's lawyer approached the podium and began to speak. "I am Mrs. Paterson, Anna Belton's lawyer. Thank you for coming, Mr. Belton. First, I would like to say this has been a nightmare to put together. The situation was quite complex, and I did all I could do, as quickly

After bending over seductively and picking the skirt up off the floor, she twirled her skirt over her head a few times before she threw it at me. She was now almost completely nude. Her stockings, shoes and wedding ring were about all that was left on her.At that time, I had never seen one until this day, but I saw my fist ever group grope. Every man in the bar had their hands all over my wife's tits, ass, belly, hips, wherever.They all made sure that Tammie was within my line of sight. She looked at me with lust in her face and eyes.I was thinking that I had to stop this. But I was having a hard time working through the drugs they had given me.Then I stopped all efforts as I watched a man withdraw his hands from my wife's tits and saw Tammie grab his hand and put them back on her breasts. She was obviously enjoying the men's hands all over her body.She continued to do this with all the hands as they would stop feeling her up. She kept putting them back on her ass, her pussy, her

I asked her as a question. But I knew she wouldn't have an answer for that, so I let her off the hook. "How is the trip? Are you teaching those people anything?" I tried so hard to cheer my voice up."Uh, Yea, I am, I am teaching them lots. I should be home by Saturday sometime," She answered. I could tell she was trying too. ."I miss you Abigail. You are my girl, you know that don't you? Come home to me safe and sound, please." I paused but just for a second. "Honey, Sam is getting cranky," I lied, "I have to go. Call you tomorrow."I set the phone down. I knew but I didn't want to know. I refused to say it out loud as I felt my heart rip apart.Abigail was home one day, and I was off work. She wanted to cook for us, which scared the hell out of me. At one time Abigail was a good cook, but with all her travel she didn't have much time to practice. She started looking around for her phone when she asked, "Roy, can you get me my phone out of my purse? The recipe is in it.""Sure" I sa

She was back to herself in just a few days. I am sure she called her boss and told him she wouldn't go to Atlanta anymore. She was a good worker for them, so I knew that they would do ok by her. I started getting back to myself.Abby was the love of my life. She was eight now and there was one thing that was evident. She wasn't mine.She was beautiful, but she had brown eyes. mine are blue and Abigail's are hazel, almost green. Also, her hair is chestnut brown almost black, whereas mine is reddish-blond and Abigail's is light brown.She was just the opposite of our son, Samuel. He was twelve by then. He had the same reddish blond hair as me and the same face. We compared photos of me when I was young, and they were identical. He had the same birthmarks I had too. If you showed me a D.N.A. result of him not being mine, I would have laughed at it and challenged the test. No way Samuel wasn't mine.However, my daughter was not the same. Who fathered her was completely unknown to me. If A