My wife is a culinary researcher, and her delicious cooking had made every day fulfilling for me. One day, she suggested starting a cooking class at our home. I initially refused, but eventually gave in to her enthusiasm and agreed to participate. The classes progressed smoothly, and my wife seemed genuinely happy. That day, I returned home to retrieve something I'd forgotten—and caught her with one of her male students. That night, I confronted her, and she quietly revealed the truth. She admitted she had a type that attracted older men, and many of her students were middle-aged. At first, everything was normal, but gradually their conversations turned to dirty jokes and borderline sexual harassment. She could have stood up to them, but instead, she accepted it. Casual touches escalated into full-blown fondling, and before she knew it, she was being taken right in our kitchen. Hearing her confession, I felt arousal overpowering my anger. I made her promise to end the affair with the student and let the matter rest. After she left the room, I lightly stroked my painfully erect cock, overwhelmed by a pleasure unlike anything I'd ever felt. And for a brief moment, I wondered—could I feel this ecstasy again if I allowed her affair to continue?