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I'm turning 24 next month.
My stepfather and his best friend got me drunk last night and ended up having sex with me.
Since they made a video of the entire thing, I saw that it wasn't rape.
I actually instigated it by stripping down to my panties and teasing them both.
I know I'm looking like the world's largest asshole and a bitch.
But something inside me is telling me that it was wrong.
I told my mom and even showed her the video.
She laughed it off saying boys will be boys.
She also kept telling me that maybe deep down inside me, there was some kind of a fantasy.
She wasn't concerned about it, especially since he's not really my father.
She added that I could do much worse.
I don't know what to feel.
Especially since, I've caught myself watching last night's video constantly.
Is something wrong with me?
I saw my wife cheating on me, and having sex with her co-worker, in the bed that we have slept in for nearly over fifteen years now.
I've been having a constant nagging feeling in the back of my mind for a few months now. Especially, since she's started to work from home, thanks greatly to the Corona virus.
I've had friends and family telling me that they've seen her and the guy frequenting out the way travel lodges...
People saw them and sent me recordings from their phones, where it shows them clearly going in and out of seedy travel motels.
They've even have had a few weekend "business" trips last year.
I've always tried to look past it all, and actually gave her a huge berth of a margin of error.
My nagging feeling actually started when after she started working from our house, she also insisted on her "co worker" ... come and work from the same place, that way, neither of them would get lonely at any point.
Their office didn't care, and I plainly actually love my wife, to care about anything so trivial. If it made her happy, I'm on board with it.
He started coming over and working from our house, around the end of April.
It was okay at first, but around the first week of June, especially during the days of the extreme heat waves, I started to notice a pattern.
Even though we have overpowered central air conditioning system, I've always walking into the house, and finding my wife only walking around in skimpy underwear and what appeared to be a hastily thrown on a short thin silk white robe.
A robe so short, that it never actually covered more than top quarter half of her amazing butt, and barely covered the areolas of her elegantly massive breasts.
Each and every time, she'd be totally out of breath, panting, running out of our bedroom and running down the stairs to meet me and our daughter.
I've always picked up our daughter from school on my way back from work.
So, she's been like a eye witness to this changing behavior.
After about a few agonizingly long minutes of her constantly blocking our way, and actively trying to distract the two of us, her co worker would stroll out from out of our bedroom door. Fully clothed, in a t-shirt and shorts.
She'd look back and smile, then give us some half assed explanation about why he was in there.
Our daughter and I would look at each other and roll our eyes at each other.
It gets worse, when you learn that, my wife doesn't make an effort anymore to come up with a decent suitable lie.
No, it's actually the same half hearted one, telling me that he needed to use our bathroom. Which is weird by itself actually, especially since you are going to have to walk past two completely good rest rooms just to get to our bedroom door.
If I eventually do decide to go check out our bathroom, I distinctly get the smell of sex wafting from it.
Our bed a mess, pillows and blankets shoved off and on the ground.
My wife's clothes flung around all over the room.
Sticky wet spots littered the sheets.
I'd on occasion, find condom packs on the carpet.
It was clear as day, that they were definately having sex.
I loved her, so, I just avoided the subject, along with the thousand questions running through my head.
They would almost always, eventually head out of the house for a late lunch, and wouldn't eventually be back until after 9 at night.
One does have theories.
My daughter and i, on that inevitable day, just ended up ordering a pizza, and went to freshen ourselves.
We just went quiet the entire time.
We came back down, without speaking a single word.
Sat around the table quietly.
Ate our pizzas in utter silence.
Like autonomous drones, we both got up and went upstairs and into the secluded movie watching lounge area.
It has had become like over a decade long only Daddy and Daughter bonding time.
Where my daughter and I go into look the door to the inside, turn off the lights, pull the blackout blinds, hangout, talk and watch something on the huge television.
Eventually, we'd snuggle up in the corner of the couch, in each other's arms, and maybe drift off to sleep.
This day wasn't that different either, but this time without a single word.
We turned off the TV after the movie finished.
We held each other and the eerily quietness was only broken by our breathing.
Everything was engulfed into the darkness.
This went on for a while.
My daughter finally broke the silence.
"DAD! You do understand that Mom's actually been cheating on you right?"
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