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My Wife Wanted To Cheat, So I Let Her
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By Hanna Howren
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After my wife and I got married, I admittedly got too comfortable and stopped trying as much as I did when we were dating. When I turned her down for sex one night, she frustratingly claimed that she was going to find someone who’d show her attention when she wanted it and I told her to go for it. It ended up changing our relationship in some pretty big ways.
I never really thought she would do it. She downloaded Tinder immediately and began swiping. This really didn’t bother me because I knew my wife—she’d never have the guts to actually meet up with a complete stranger, let alone actually sleep with one. What would she say? “Hey, my lesbian wife isn’t giving me enough attention—could you help me with that?” Honestly, that would probably score her tons of dates since she was swiping on guys!
She actually matched with a guy and I got a little jealous. Someone else was checking out my wife and she was checking him out too and to be honest, I didn’t really like it. App chatting quickly turned into texting which quickly turned into sexting . Even though I had the privilege of reading all of the messages, I could quickly feel my blood beginning to boil.
I didn’t think guys were competition—hello, we’re gay! Still slightly confused as to why she was so into guys all of the sudden, I reassured myself that men were no match for me. I mean, who knows a woman’s body better than another woman? I knew he wouldn’t be able to do the things that I could do so worrying was a waste of time (or so I told myself).
She surprised us both and actually met up with this guy. WTF? I obviously misjudged her. Seeing her get dressed up for someone else—especially when she rarely does that for me anymore—made me realize that she was serious about looking for someone else and I didn’t like it.
She slept with him and I didn’t know how to react. She came home from her date with the guy all hot and bothered and fell into bed with me exhausted and ready to go to sleep. Either she really did just cheat on me or she’s a great actor. A small part of me was hoping for the latter but a big part of me feared the worst. I wanted to ask a ton of questions, but I wasn’t exactly sure if “Was he as good as me?” was appropriate. I mean, what if she said yes?
Did that mean I could cheat too? Jealousy finally got the better of me and I made a Tinder profile of my own. I loved the thrill of possibly matching with a hot girl—I definitely wasn’t interested in meeting guys—and hey, if my wife could do it, I could too, right? I enjoyed a few dates and loved feeling like a teenager again.
Opening up our relationship actually really turned me on. My wife and I had fallen into a new norm. We loved showing off our matches to each other and I’m not going to lie, there were more than a few threesome fantasies . Though I don’t usually like to share, the very idea of doing so really brought a spark back into our lives.
Our sex life improved after sleeping with other people. We didn’t have a ton of other partners or even meet up with half of our matches, but our few rendezvous were fun and brought us closer. After all, is messing around with other people really that much different than fantasizing about other people during sex? We didn’t really see an issue.
I started chasing my wife all over again. Thinking about my wife going on dates with other people or even just texting them made me feel like I wanted to do everything I could to win her over again. Her eyes were focused on someone else and I had to work harder for her attention; she did the same. We began doing all the stuff we did before we got married and it felt amazing.
Occasionally sleeping with other people doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. Of course we’re in love. If anything, this experience helped bring us back together and remember why we fell in love in the first place. I love that no matter how many matches she gets, it’s me she comes home to at night. Oh, and she totally agrees that a man is no match for a woman.
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Hanna Howren
I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone and nothing was more important than Friday night football. I attended college and decided to move away with my best friend (now wife). We now live a happy life in sunny Florida and share our house with our multiple animals. We enjoy spending time in nature with our pets and napping. We also enjoy completing DIY projects. Life is good.
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What It's Really Like To Walk In On Your Wife Cheating On You With Another Man
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By Cassius Shuman — Written on Dec 11, 2020
My business in Chicago had wrapped up early so I decided to be impulsive and catch an earlier flight home to surprise her.
Even though things had been challenging between us lately, I was excited to see her. Sometimes absence does make the heart grow fonder.
After arriving back in town, I picked up some flowers on the way. Gerbera daisies: her favorite, accompanied by a love note.
A nice touch, I thought. There's nothing better than seeing your significant other's face light up when receiving flowers.
It was early evening as I walked through the door, completely oblivious to what was to come.
I should've picked up on the signs all around me as I strode into the house. I spotted a coat hanging near the front door. It wasn't mine; it wasn't hers. There were two empty wine glasses and a bottle sitting on the coffee table beside the sofa.
That's when it hit me. Well, sort of. Denial has a power over you that makes you dismiss things that are directly confronting you.
I didn't want to jump to conclusions; after all, she could've had a girlfriend over.
I heard muffled sounds, perhaps laughter, coming from behind the master bedroom door. I stopped dead in my tracks.
The synapses in my head were firing at light speed. I couldn't quite verbalize my thoughts.
I stared at the closed bedroom door. Seemingly in slow motion, I strode to the door and entered. It felt like it took forever to make my way into the room.
Startled from their merger atop the grey Egyptian cotton sheets of our king size bed, they reacted to my arrival. It took a split-second for my presence in the room to sink in.
He desperately scrambled for his clothes at the foot of the bed, while she covered herself with the sheets. The expression on her face was evidence of myriad emotions flashing through her mind.
I gazed down at her left hand firmly clutching the sheets. The sparkle of her one-carat diamond ring was undeniable. I was blinded by its brilliance amidst the chaos and turmoil that my fragile psyche was enduring.
She didn't know how to react. She glanced from my despondent expression to the daisies in my right hand.
All of a sudden I felt numb, immobile. My heart was racing as I dropped the flowers and the note on the bedroom floor. It was an involuntary reaction.
I didn't look down at the flowers as they lay sprawled upon the beige carpet, instead focusing my glare at his hasty, desperate exit from the room.
What a coward, I thought. He didn't even have the decency to face me, throwing his clothes on as he bolted for the door. She and I remained, eye-to-eye, no words spoken.
I searched for answers as I tried to process my disbelief. What the hell was going on?
That refrain kept repeating over and over in my head on a non-stop looping reel. My heart was pounding harder and harder, as if it was going to burst through my chest.
"What are you doing home?" she said, cutting through the tension and deafening silence.
It confounded me. I was staggered by her words. Here we were at the end of our relationship, and all she could do was blame me for her cheating . That's what it felt like anyway. She seemed cold, distant.
I didn't answer; I couldn't answer. My mind was a collection of colliding emotions and shattered thoughts.
Who is this woman? This isn't the woman I know. This is a complete stranger.
I quickly surmised that the woman I knew and had built a life with had died while I was away. She had perished shortly after I said goodbye on Sunday morning.
I took a deep breath, struggling to make sense of it all. "What am I doing home?" echoed in my head.
I felt a sudden pain in my chest, like I had been stabbed in the heart.
"Is it really a surprise?" she asked.
"Hell yes, it's a surprise!" was what I wanted to say.
Instead, I got angry. I stifled my impulse. I wasn't a violent person, but her betrayal burned me up.
"Give me that ring back," I demanded.
It was a beautiful ring. I knew she wouldn't want to part with it. She covered it protectively with her right hand, and buried it deeply within the sheets and comforter of the bed.
I descended on her, far more politely and gently than I thought that I would. After all, I was raging mad at her.
My mind became clouded, confused with the thoughts of wanting to sleep with her.
Can you believe that? At that moment — at that very instant — I wanted her, sexually.
My ego needed to possess her. I fought back this misguided desire.
"Please don't take it," she begged.
Her words brought me back to the task at hand.
I reached into the sheets and found her left hand. She acquiesced as I carefully, delicately extracted the ring from her finger. We were now disengaged.
I stood in front of her holding the ring. Tears streamed down my face. She mirrored my emotions.
My mind flashed back to the moment that I got down on one knee. We had journeyed to our favorite spot at the shore.
The sunlight reflected off of the stone as I opened the case and asked her to marry me. I can remember her smile right before she replied, "Yes!"
Her radiant and jubilant image faded from my thoughts.
I dismissed it from my mind; it was too painful to linger in that realm.
The image dissolved, fading to the pain and sorrow that now inhabited her face.
I slipped the ring into my pocket, its brilliance gone from sight. She looked at me like I had stolen something dear to her.
Her feelings no longer mattered to me. She slipped out of bed into her robe that was sitting on a nearby chair.
My exit halted. I wanted to keep moving. I wanted to get away, far away, as far away as I could. I began my exit once again.
"I'm sorry," she said, arriving behind me and wrapping her arms around me in a warm embrace.
I could feel her body pressed against mine. It was familiar. I tried, struggled not to feel it.
I didn't turn to face her. I knew it would lead to my downfall, to my relapse into what was comfortable.
It would be a very big mistake. What I discovered that night was a blaring sign that shouldn't be ignored.
I broke free from her clutch. I managed to put one foot in front of another.
I kept walking out of the room and out of her life. I walked with purpose into the darkness. I was disconsolate, crestfallen.
My life was in pieces. They were scattered here and there. There was no manual or instructions for restoration.
In the ensuing days, weeks and months, I stumbled through life. I was off-kilter, aimless. My days were filled with dark clouds and gloomy nights.
Downsizing became part of my equation.
I moved from a 3,000 square foot house with a two-car garage into a 1,000 square foot apartment.
My appetite suffered. My enthusiasm for life had been vanquished. Happiness was an unknown emotion.
A short time later I found myself again. I summoned my courage. Slowly, I pieced the patchwork of my fractured soul back together.
I forced myself to get back out there into the world. Social interaction was challenging.
I didn't know how to pursue someone. I needed a jumpstart. A friend suggested online dating.
It struck me that I was no longer prohibited from looking at or pursuing woman. The wall that had been erected during my engagement had been removed. I was single again.
Although I had been dumped, kicked to the curb and discarded like refuse onto the relationship trash heap, I realized that this should be a moment to embrace.
My life had new limitless possibilities.
Cassius Shuman is the author of "The Seduction of Mallory McKenzie" and "The Dead Boy's Legacy." He worked for many years in the film business in Hollywood and now works as a news reporter in Rhode Island. You can visit his website at: www.cassiusshuman.com
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How I Caught My Wife Cheating In Bed With Another Man - True Story
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It was time for a boys night out so me and the boys headed to the bar that night. I told my wife i would be home late or might come home in the morning. It was our goal to get hospital drunk that night. It didn't take long for me as i was drinking on an empty stomach and i got really tired and smashed quick. After bar hopping and a few more drinks i decided to throw in the towel and go home early.
I normally can hold my own but for some reason that night i was a light weight. It was like i was a 6 year old downing vodka. A mere fart could have KOed me. So i hailed a cab and came home early that night and decided to jump in bed and make the beast with 2 backs with my wife.
As soon as i walked in the room i thought for sure my drunk ass was hallucinating. I saw my wife in bed and next to her there was ANOTHER MAN!!!! They both were sleeping and naked and i almost passed out right there on the spot. I broke out in to cold sweats and got dizzy. I quietly rushed downstairs to try to get a hold of myself because i didn't know what i was going to do. Of course it didn't help that i was drunker than George W. Bush.
After pacing the kitchen for a few minutes trying to gather my thoughts i looked in the sink and immediately knew what i had to do. My eyes caught my handy dish glove and it was obvious what task had to be completed.
After i went back to the room with my dish glove on i saw that son of a bitches ball bag on my sheets! So i grabbed that motherfucker's sack and literally squeezed his plums as hard as i could. I squeezed so fucking hard like i was turning coal into a diamond!
That bastard woke up screaming and within seconds he was vomiting everywhere. As my wife woke up screaming i was screaming too and was getting ready to hit that dick nose right between the eyes when someone pulled me from behind. I turned around to see who it was and saw it was MY WIFE! Yes, it's true it wasn't my wife in that bed that night it was her SISTER!! You see we let her move in a few days before and i got so drunk i forgot and didn't realize what was going on. And now i smashed her boyfriend's stones so hard i'm sure i'll have retarded nieces in the future.
I honestly don't remember much that happened after that but i honestly have never drank since and this happened 12 years ago! My brother in law and sister in law don't speak to me that much and i'm fine with it. Even after all this time has passed it's still too embarrassing to see them or talk to them often. I hope one of the most awkward moments in my life at least brought a smile to your face or made your day a little better....
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That’s a fucking brilliant story mate giggling like fuck as I read it. It’s inspired me to write the story when I stole a rock stars jacket fucked up on alcohol and numerous illegal narcotics. Watch this space.👍👍
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I was suspect for months now. Two weeks ago it was was confirmed. She was having an affair with a couple (man & wife) that we knew years ago, in a different neighborhood from 10 years back. Until then, I thought I was the only man she's ever been with as we were high school sweethearts. I don't know how to approached her. She not stupid and knows something is wrong, and I till her it's work related. But it's killing me. It was too good a relationship to just toss away... You read, and hear of stuff like this, but it never happens to you. Right? As I questioned other neighbors, in the old hood. I didn't seem like they were exclusive. Rumor has it, they're are several couples who are into to these things. This is defiantly NOT my thing. And want no part of it. WTF?
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