Caught my wife cheating with a friend and fucked this slut together, MFM threesome with AlexSam13

The raging storm outside bellowed, casting ominous shadows through the window as Alex sat in his dimly lit living room, nursing a tumbler of whiskey. For months now, ever since that fateful summer evening when he’d stumbled upon his best friend and wife in a compromising position, Alex had been plagued by a gnawing ache in his gut – an insatiable rage that refused to dissipate. In the refractory moments of their threesome tryst, he’d managed to push the seething envy aside, transfixed by the sensuality of their coupling, but in the harsh light of day, the memories returned with a vengeance.

He took another swig of the amber liquid, relishing the burn as it slid down his throat. His mind wandered to that night, replaying it like a vivid nightmare. He’d come home early from his business trip, eager to surprise Kayla – his vivacious redheaded wife -with a bouquet of lilies and a weekend getaway to the Hamptons. But the surprise had been on him when he’d discovered Kayla in their bedroom, tangled in the sheets with none other than his childhood friend and confidant, Peter.

Alex’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the glass tumbler, his breathing heavy and labored. The memory was seared into his mind – Peter’s hands roaming Kayla’s voluptuous body, her pert nipples hard against his chiseled chest, the wetness glistening on her inner thighs as Peter drove his manhood deep inside her core. In that moment, Alex had felt a surge of rage unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He’d wanted to pummel Peter into oblivion, to rip him out of Kayla’s willing body and toss him out the window. But instead, something else had taken hold of him – a dark, primal lust that he couldn’t control.

And so, with a ragged groan, Alex had stepped out of the shadows and into the bedroom. He’d watched as Peter and Kayla continued their frenzied coupling, their sweaty bodies slapping together in a crude symphony of carnal desire. And then, as if in a trance, Alex had joined them in their dance of debauchery. He’d taken Kayla’s mouth with his own, crushing his lips against hers as he gyration his hips against her probing tongue. Peter had glanced up at him with a mischievous glint in his eye, a slow smile spreading across his face as he continued to pound Kayla with single-minded abandon.

Later, as they lay spent and satisfied, Kayla had turned to him with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she’d whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.” But Alex had merely laughed – a cruel, bitter sound that seemed to echo off the walls. “Oh, but you did,” he’d replied coldly. “You wanted me to catch you in the act, didn’t you? To see just how much you craved another man’s touch.”

He’d seen the flicker of guilt in her eyes, the way she’daverred when faced with his accusations. And so, in the days that followed, Alex had played his hand deftly. He’d threatened to expose her to everyone they knew – her family, her friends, the blogs that followed her every move with rabid fervor. And Kayla, ever the social climber, had crumbled under the weight of his demands. She’d begged and pleaded for his forgiveness, vowing to do anything to make things right.

And so, Alex had decided to take her up on her offer. He’d invited Peter over to their mansion, providing him with free rein over Kayla’s body. They’d taken her in every room, in every possible position, with Alex orchestrating every sordid detail from the sidelines. At times, he’d joined in – his own manhood throbbing as he felt her mouth around his shaft, her tongue laving his sensitive skin with a skill that only came from years of practice. But more often than not, he’d watched – a voyeur to his own twisted fantasies, his eyes drinking in every salacious detail.

Months had passed, and the arrangement had become a routine – a sordid ritual of pain and pleasure that filled the void where his pride had once resided. Kayla had become a willing participant, her body growing gaunt and hollow-eyed, her once vibrant eyes now dull and lifeless. And Alex, for his part, had grown accustomed to the feel of watching her get used, knowing that he held the power to call the shots.

And yet, despite all the depravity, there was a part of Alex that still clung to the memory of what they’d once had – the love, the laughter, the shared dreams. He took another swig of his whiskey, feeling the burn of the alcohol in his throat. He knew that it was all a sham now, a charade that he played out because he couldn’t bear to let go, to admit that he’d lost something precious in the haze of his own anger and jealousy.

He glanced up at the clock, noticing the late hour. Peter would be arriving soon, primed and ready for another round with Kayla. Alex smiled bitterly at the thought, a sense of pocket emptiness settling in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he would go through with it, just as he had every time before – watching from the sidelines, his own manhood aching with a twisted desire.

But deep inside, a small part of him longed for something more – for the connection and intimacy that he’d once shared with Kayla, before his jealous rage had consumed them both. He knew that it was a futile dream, a mirage in the desert of their relationship. And yet, despite everything, he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

With a weary sigh, Alex stood up from his chair, walking over to the window to gaze out at the stormy night. He saw a flash of lightning in the distance, followed by a low rumble of thunder. He wondered what tomorrow would bring, whether they would continue down this dark and twisted path or if they would find a way to salvage what was left of their relationship. Only time would tell, he supposed, as he turned back to face the room, the weight of his own demons clinging to him like a shroud.