Digging up the past gets dirty!

My wife Cindy had a sexual past before we met. I'd only been with a couple of girls before her but her sexual history was epic.*I overheard her talking about me to one of her friends once and she said that I was the sensible choice. I was safe, I had a job, I wasn't going to treat her bad or cheat on her. Everyone has to settle down sometime.What hurt the most, though, was how little affection she gave me. We rarely ever had sex, even on our honeymoon, and when we did it was just missionary with her laying there, waiting for me to finish.*About a year after we wed, she got a job working nights at a restaurant and by this time I'd found myself in a sexless marriage. I would normally just sit at home most evenings and jerk off to porn, my way of coping with the lack of sex.I had heard some things about my wife's*past. Her friend got drunk once and told me how Cindy used to be a bit of a slut, that she had dated a lot of guys and had a thing for black guys. My wife tried to reassure me saying it was never anything serious, ankara travesti just sex, but being a skinny white guy I always found myself feeling insecure, thinking about them fucking her.As time went on my jealousy seemed to overwhelm me as I found myself searching through her Facebook galleries looking at old pictures of her dressed all slutty, always hugging and kissing different guys. Each picture had comments saying things like, 'thanks for last night baby,' or 'let's do it again sometime'.Whenever she left herself logged in I would torture myself by reading old messages and viewing the profile pages of guys she'd fucked. My jealous subconscious tookover and I began watching interracial porn, jerking off to white girls being fucked by big black cock.I also became obsessed with hypnotic videos of white sissies; anything with the title bbc sissy or white sissyboi*made me hard*like never before. This is what led me to start dressing like one.*At first it was just a few items, slipping on some of Cindy's travesti ankara panties and bras, but then I started going through her wardrobe trying on all her old dresses. I loved loading pictures of her past sex partners and jerking off to interracial porn, imagining I was her.This soon escalated and I found myself ordering high heels in my size, wigs, lingerie, and a black vibrating dildo. I spent my nights pretending to be a girl, sucking and riding my black cock while obsessing at the thought of how much of a slut my wife used to be, dreaming that I was one too.It didn't take long for me to make a profile online and start looking for the real thing. I'd been video chatting with this one guy, Andre, and had introduced myself as Cindy. He enjoyed watching me dance and strip for him, sucking on my black dildo while he jerked off his black cock, talking dirty to me.*A few weeks before my wife's birthday,*I started to*feel guilty*so I stopped everything I was doing*and tried to purge my sissy feelings. ankara travestiler She said she wanted to invite all her girl friends over for some birthday drinks and would I mind making cocktails and nibbles in the kitchen for them.I of course obliged, and that night they got really drunk and loud. I was sitting in the kitchen when they started talking*about sex, specifically how many guys Cindy had slept with. I always knew it was more than ten but her answer enraged me."Fifty-seven!" she shouted, bragging further, "and that's just the white guys!" Her friends all laughed and asked her how many black guys she'd fucked."262!" she yelled. My heart pumped rage through every artery, thinking of how many men had fucked my dirty wife, and worse still, the fact she had barely given me any pussy!My mind exploded; that was it! I thought. I'm gonna get this bitch of a wife back. Fuck you for fucking everyone except me! For only marrying me because I was 'the sensible choice'.I was determined to fuck a guy just to spite her, quickly loading up my sissy profile on my phone and texting Andre.'Hey sweetie, what you up to tomorrow night, wanna see me in person?'He replied within minutes. 'Yes! Where?'I texted back, 'I'll book a hotel and send you the address, 8 pm ok?''Can't wait!' he replied.