Crash husband in motels

Nearly four years as husband and wife, although there are also at "rice does not heal, not sweet soup" but never have I and my husband clashed too stressful. Basically, we are a happy couple, off. And above all, we trust each other. But also because the more I should trust you more frustrated before the truth too harsh that he caught me to witness.

My husband isn't rich. I do public officials in a State Agency, thanks to work at it right from the off the field so high seniority, salary is reasonable also smuggled. Am going, about his wife, cooking accessories and do odd jobs in the House last week, carrying his wife on family visits or going out with friends ...

The calendar of activities my husband almost a husband's standard benchmark.

The calendar of activities my husband almost a husband's standard benchmark. By the way, I never evince doubt or "distorted" to a relationship outside. I also have never consider to read the message in the phone or on yahoo, facebook. I feel secure about her husband.

The next morning, my colleague sister suddenly drop blood pressure and geek out. Playing with her pretty body, I volunteer to put her sister to the hospital to check, then brought my sister home.

Her home is located in a small alley. Previously she built student accommodation to rent, then got back to build a small house. She said, this is the type of business, profitable at present.

Take my sister to the House, I saw the young couples there, old, old people young people also have made stamping each other out on often. I slightly blushing, embarrassed before the gestures, actions, and other unsightly part of the vacation home guests proved to be very natural, normal.

Then, exhausting, I dropped a glass of water on hand when the pair step out girl boys. It is true that the black and white striped shirts I donate I on the occasion of my birthday last month, and I just got him the bulldozer last night.

Steam hair cut short, but Bong chu Chin and look seriously like that. And very familiar gait. At the time, you're just holding hands, shoulder gown, just kidding with a girl to complete strangers.

The girl was very young, the body, long legs, even flourish the three holes and tight jean shorts, a red dye pastes perm hair dazzling ... Just look as I wanted to vomit, but she is ngúng nguẩy, emasculating woman in my husband's arms. Real life does intertwine ngoe!

He also has sharp and khựng face when he saw me. I feigned shunning away, picked up the pieces of broken glass down. He stopped and then open quick steps ...

Night, he apologized, begging, begging me to forgive him. He put out all reason. I only I could craft with me full all the promises necessary that a husband betrayed the need to tell my wife ... But my heart then as has broken. I cried. I am silent. And I haven't said anything to him.

I'm too shocked before taking had occurred. I try to find every reason to justify my husband, that my husband does not love her.

I'm too shocked before taking had occurred. I try to find every reason to justify my husband, that my husband does not love that girl, because that is not my husband's favorite people. Is that a man must have some good play over the road. As you have moments in addition to her husband, in addition to his wife ... But I still can't forgive him and live with each other as yet what happened.

Maybe I'm dang hands embracing her husband like before, while I have witnessed scenes you cuddle, caress another girl, moreover also a girls asshole?=