I go back to our house, but I'm not the same person and nothing is the same.
The bedrooms remind me what happened few time ago and theconstant stimulation and arousal doesn't help me to leave it behind. I've lived there happy for a long time, but in my memory I only keep those horrible last days.
I hoped my friend would help, but most avoid me after my wife spread the videos of me moaning like a bitch as I fuck myself against a cock and of me begging to get fucked. Of course she omits most of the things she made me, but noone cares about what I say.
The few who accept the truth, visit me less and less, bored of my fear of them appearing at every corner or my continual moans and unability to concentrate.
A couple of months later, they're bored of trying and leave me alone.
In my work it doesn't go better, they have also seen the video and everyone laughs at me behind my back. Finally I'm **** to resign due to my lack of concentration and impossibility to focus on what I do.
I get a diagnotic saying I suffer a disease (I guess they invented specially for me) so I receive an amount of money each month, so money is not a problem
The problem is the continual arousal, the need of cum, the solitude...
I'm not sure what may happen now, maybe I'll go to another country, somewhere where noone knows me... I prefer that idea to the other ideas I'm having, two objects my wife left behind: a very big dildo with lots of cum and a gun with a bullet.
I'd decided I'd never get to the point of using them... But now I'm not so sure at all.
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