My Story (Learning acceptance and understanding my role)

Father’s day turned out to be a nice day, personally and sexually. I got to see my kids for a change, at least for a couple of hours. I picked them up from their place, we had some fun, but of course, I had to be humiliated when he came to get them and take them to my ex-wife’s parent’s house. Something about another man coming to your house to take you kids away with him. Watching them leave with him just reminded me of what he took from me. But enough about me. My wife’s ex had their kids, visiting his family. But he found an excuse to leave to run an errand, the errand being fucking my wife. We knew the plan so I greeted him at the door. With time limited, my wife was upstairs, naked in our bed. It was my father’s day gift to him. To fuck the mother of his children, to put his cock in her cunt where he had impregnated her twice while they were married. I heard them fucking, but chose to let them have this moment, alone. I sat at the bottom of the stairs, listening. It did not take long for him to penetrate her. He must have ripped off his clothes, climbed into bed on top of her and penetrated her and then the fucking happened. He lasted a long time and I could hear the constant squeaking of the bed as he thrust into her. Heard my wife cum during the fucking. Finally I heard him, knew he was cumming. I was not there to see but I knew his cock was deep in her shooting his load. Soon after he came down the stairs where I was sitting. I looked up at him, he was smiling. Thanks for the father’s day gift he said as he passed by. Of course I said anytime. He left. I went upstairs to find my wife in the shower. We made love in the shower. It was a good day.