Maybe there's still room at the homeless shelter for a wimpy cuckold like me

The noises had subsides, so I peeked into our... no: HER bedroom. There was my wife with her lover! He had his eyes closed, stroking her hair as she worked over his cock, slick from her juices! Her hand rhythmically strokes his shaft as her other massaged his balls!

And, much to my display, he was HUGE, much bigger than my thumb sized cock! My eyes teared up as I recalled my wife telling me she needed a better man for sex! Well, I internally sobbed, she found one!

With a pain in my heart nothing could cure, I quietly tiptoed downstairs and left our... no: HER house! Maybe there's still room at the homeless shelter for a wimpy cuckold like me...

There was my wife with her lover