My wife and I had been married for over 3 years. I thought we were happily married but, as I found out about two months ago, on a thursday afternoon, I was wrong. I walked in my house, heard some noise, walked down to the basement and saw my wife riding my cousin's cock like a woman possessed. I was really turned on for half a second before going into rage and beating the shit out of my cousin. All of our assets are in my name, I won't screw her but I told her to get the fuck out of the house and that I never want to see her again.
A couple weeks ago, on a random day, my wife's moving truck was outside when I received a text from my nosy neighor, Vicky.
The text read, "Is everything alright at your house? There's a moving truck."
I said, "Thanks Vicky. All is OK. We have decided to break up, and she's moving out."
I received a bunch of texts back from her that I ignored, because I really didn't want to get into it then and there.
The next day while I was walking out to my driveway, and the most predictable thing happened; Vicky appeared out of seemingly thin air.
Before she could say anything, I said, "Vicky, I know you want to know all the details so the girls can dish, but I really don't feel like getting into it right now."
She took a step back and said, "I probably deserve that, but I was really coming over to make sure you're alright and to offer to listen if you wanted to vent. I know you're a good guy, and I've been through this before. I just wanted to let you know, I'm willing to help if you need anything."
I felt really bad, so bad in fact that I choked up and hugged her. She consoled me and whispered in my ear that it was OK, and that she'd come over the next day to talk.
The next day came; we were talking, she was listening, and I told her everything, every single detail.