From Husband to Castrated Sissy

"Oh my god!"

My wife looked up over the muscular shoulder of the huge black guy nailing her on our bed. Her long tanned legs wrapped around v-shaped torso. "Hi honey. What are you doing home early?"

"Kelli what the fuck's going on here?!"

At that, the black guy turned and shot me a nasty glance. "What's it look like we doing, genius? I'm dicking your old lady. Now get out of here fuckshit I ain't finished."

"Better go downstairs dear," Kelli said, smiling. "I'll be down later to explain."

Of course I was shocked, but what else could I do? I went downstairs poured myself a drink and then another. I was already half plastered by the time she came down. She was wrapped in her bathrobe. Behind her was the black guy wrapped in mine.

"Kelli," I stood up too quickly. The room swayed. I sat back down with a plop, nearly missing the couch entirely. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and sniffed hard. It was no use trying to disguise the fact that I'd been crying. "What is the meaning of this?"

"It's simple Kenny," my wife said. "Carlos and I are lovers."

"How long..." I choked up.

"Is that really important?"

"How long?" I demanded, starting to feel angry.

"A year and a half."

"A year and a half!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My wife was fucking another man for a year and a half and I hadn't suspected a thing! "Why? Why Kelli, don't you love me?"

The black guy rolled his eyes and muttered something about me being a lameshit faggot but I ignored him for the time being. I'd get to him later. He poured himself a drink and made himself comfortable in my easy chair. He turned on the TV.

"Kelli, I want an answer!"

"Oh Kenny, what do you expect me to say? Of course, I love you. You're like...I don't know, my best friend or something."

"Your best friend?! Kelli, I'm your husband! Your lover!"