I really don't know how else to say this. My wife's "Toxic Friend Group" ended my 30 year marriage. The feeling of betrayal is almost suffocating at this point. But, I digress. Let me back this up a bit. My name is James, and I married my high school sweetheart, Ashley, right out of high school. We had a great life together. Raised two kids; who now have families of their own. In all those 30 years together, I only had one major issue. Ashley's group of friends from work.

My nick name for them was the Toxic Friends Group or "TFG" for short. Ashley knew I did not like these women. They were all so jealous of our life together, as well as our family. Of the four ladies, two, Michelle and Stacy, were on husband number three, one, Steph, was on husband number four, and one, Barbara, was freshly divorced from husband number three. Whenever I had to be around these ladies, like at the company Christmas party or Spring fling picnic, it was like going to war. Their hatred for me was palpable. And, my complete dislike for them was well known. Ashley spent most of her time at these events playing mediator or Referee between me and the TFG.

Well, over the years, Ashley and the TFG would all plan a summer girls trip. I never had a problem with this; even though Ashley would come home and tell me about all the whoring around her friends would do and all the cheating that went on. And, even though Ashley would admit to me how uncomfortable the cheating and whoring around made her, she still went on these trips with them. I told her that her friends would eventually cross the line and get her into something that would be the end of us. However, she didn't believe me. Unfortunately for the both of us, I was correct.

This past month, the friends group went to Las Vegas. They had several shows and activities planned; as well as a concert. Now, when ever Ashley went on these trips with her friends, she always, and I mean always, ended every single night calling me and telling me about her day. It was our way to stay connected being so far away from each other. And, for the first two nights, that was exactually what happened. As we talked, I could hear all of her friends giving her shit about having to "check in" with the husband, while they all partied and carried on.

On the third night, I never received a phone call. And, after several hours of worrying, I called Ashley. But, her phone went straight to voicemail. Needless to say, I was extremely worried. Not because I did not trust Ashley, but because we had never gone a single night without talking when she or I was gone from home. Sleep, as you can imagine, eluded me. I was too worried. The next morning, I received a large video file that I had to be download from the cloud. It contained quite a few videos. So, once the download was complete, I opened the first video and began my descent into my own personnel hell.

The first video was of the friends group partying at a club. I could tell that large amounts of alcohol had been consumed by the way the girls were acting. This video had to be shot by Steph, since she was never in frame; only heard her in the background. Most of video was of the girls all dancing with men I did not know. This, unfortunately, included my wife. It showed close ups of her and some guy. He had his hands all over her ass; and even showed him feeling her tits up several times. What I noticed was how my wife did not seem like herself. She almost seemed drugged. This video went on for almost ten minutes.

Needless to say, I was pissed off and very anger. I immediately called Ashley's phone. Although it was no longer turned off, she never picked up. After the third time of getting her voicemail, I clicked on the second video. This one was obviously being shot in a large hotel room with a large living area, bar and balcony overlooking the strip. This video had to have been shot by Barbara. All the girls were there, along with the guys they had been dancing and making out with in the first video. I did not see Ashley for several minutes. Just the friends group in various states of undress. Steph was blowing some guy. Michele was impaled on different guy's dick while getting her tits sucked and Stacy was getting Eiffel Towered by two different guys. Then, the video taker moved to one of the bedrooms off of the main room. And, what I saw was like a knife to the chest.

Ashley was on the bed, butt ass naked, making out with the guy from the club who had his hands all over her. I almost turned it off at this point. But, I had to know. And, in order to know, I had to watch the entire video. The guy was very much younger then Ashley, and was also completely naked. Ashley was clearly jerking this guys cock as he, in turn, was finger banging my wife. I could tell Ashley was giving as good as she got. All of the sudden, the guy pushed Ashley's legs apart, and pushed his cock deep inside my wife's pussy. Ashley's eyes flew open as he pushed inside her. And, I could clearly hear her say, "Oh fuck. You are so much bigger than my husband."

As the two fucked, tears began to fall. I realized that although my wife was quite drunk, she definitely knew it wasn't me fucking her and she was most definitely an active participant in this. As the guy continued to thrust his cock in and out of my wife, I could see her body responding to him just like she did with me. When her nails dug into his back, I knew Ashley was about to cum. At the same moment, I could hear the guy say he was about to explode. Then, my wife of 30 years said something that I never dreamed of hearing her say. "Holy fuck! Cum inside me. Make my husband a cuckold. Don't you dare pull out." And, with that, I could clearly see this stranger filling my wife's pussy with his cum as she exploded around his cock.

And, if that wasn't enough, Barbara flipped the video around to her face and said, "Hope you enjoyed watching your wife fuck another dude. Have a great night." Then, the video turned off. It was right then when my phone began to ring. I wasn't going to answer it, but I was pretty much running on automatic at the moment. It was Ashley and she began with how sorry she was for missing our nightly call. Claimed her phone went dead and she could not find a place to charge it up while she was out. Ashley continued to talk to me as if nothing had happened. I got tired of listening to the lies, so I hung up.

However, Ashley called back. I did not pick it up for several minutes. Then, the anger and hurt had spilled over and had turned into seething and contempt. Ashley started to ask me why I hung up on her. However, I stopped her by saying, "I told you your friends would be the end of us some day. And, today is that day." Ashely started to asked me why I said that? So, I told her I knew she fucked another dude. Even repeated back to her what she said to him on the video. It was then, she realized her friends had fucked her over.

Ashley burst into tears and started to try to come up with a lie. However, I stopped her. Said that I was packing up my stuff and would not be here when she got home. I did say one last thing to her before I hung up. "Sure hope 30 years of marriage was worth last night." Didn't know what else to say. The phone began to ring again, but this time, I turned it off. Then, I realized that there were five more videos left unwatched. All five videos were of all of the friends fucking their dates from the club. Suddenly, it dawned on me, this was not the file they meant to send to me. It contained everything.

So, I began to go thru each video file and copy the needed parts for the husbands of the other three married ladies of the group onto flash drives. The rest of the day was spent tracking down the other three husbands and giving them the breakdown of what their wives were up to in Las Vegas and gave them the flash drives to do with as they saw fit. Of all the husbands, Michele's was the most pissed. Patrick made a seven a figure salary yearly. He told me that he had a rock solid Pre-nuptial agreement. If she cheated or was unfaithful, she got nothing. So, he was massively thankful for the video evidence. I also took the entire video file to the owner of the company where Ashley and her friends worked. Figured he would like to know who he had working for him.

I was able to pack up and get everything I needed out of our house before Ashley made her way home. Also called and cancelled all of our joint credit cards; and, I went to the bank and closed our joint accounts. Then, the real hard part. I had to call both kids and tell them I was leaving their mother and filing for divorce. I had to be careful not to give them too much information. But, I did tell them that their mother had cheated on me during her girls trip to Vegas.

With a cashiers check for exactually half of everything we had in the bank, I drove back to the home that I no longer claimed. Ashley practically throw herself into my arms when I arrived. However, this did not go as she thought it was going to go. I peeled Ashley off of me and handed her the check. I explained what it was for and also told her that I had already retained a divorce lawyer who had a copy of the entire video file. I started to walk away as Ashley screamed for me to come back; give her a second chance. I did turn around and said one last thing. "Sure wish I had been wrong about your friends. Hope you and the girls enjoy finding new jobs." You see, I did not find the boss that day. I found the boss's wife. I explained what was on the flash drive. She assured me that they would no longer be part of her husband's company. As I left the company building, I realized that I did feel a little better. It's funny how revenge can affect you. Me, it makes me smile.

Over the next few months, I found out about the aftermath of what I did. All five ladies did, in fact, get fired. Michele, Stacy and Steph husbands all filed for divorce. Most had to move out of state in order to find a job where the waters were not poisoned by their previous indiscretions. And, as for Ashley, I did end up taking her back. But, not until after a lot of talks. agreements and therapy took place. I also made her watch me fuck her her best friend as the cost of me taking her back. But, that is a story for another time.