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I came home from work early one day to walk in on my wife having s** with her best friend's husband. This is a man that has been married to my wife's best friend for 14 years and someone I am friends with. I opened the door to our bedroom and my wife was riding him. She turned around and looked at me and so did he. I was in absolute shock. I closed the door and went to get my keys. They made no attempt to come out of our room, which leads me to believe they continued having s** . I left the house and went to a bar to get drunk. My wife called me an hour later asking where I was and saying she was so sorry that I had to witness that. I went home ad asked her how long it has been going on, she told me for the past year and a half. I'm devastated but don't want to divorce her. We've been together for 21 years and I would hate to see it end like this. I asked if her best friend knows and she said she doesn't. Part of me wants to snap and part me wants to let it go.
If that had been my wife, I would have walked on in and joined them. You would have enjoyed it and so would she
We've been together for 21 years and I would hate to see it end like this. WTF!!! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT TO END? Get shot if her mate, life is to short and you will never unsee what you saw.
Leave it’s been goin g on lounger than she said. Liars lie cheaters cheat
You should of screwed him while he banged your wife and then make him suck the c** out of you.
This is probably the reason she is f****** someone else in the first place. because her husband is such a f****** p**** . she knows she can get away with it
You're a sap, you deserve to be married to a w**** .
If that was me i would be doing life without parole for double homicide.
The wife of our next door neighbor came over one evening while my wife was supposidly at her Mother's. She came on to me and I said no, we should not do this. She said well my husband is f****** your nwife so I thought you might as well f*** me. I said she was lying & she pulled out some pics she took that they know nothing about! I was shocked. Then she told me my daughter was his, not mine! I still did not have s** with her and never mentioned it to anyone!
I would have f***** her and often too maybe even have a foursome
Me i am different your would have heard about me on the news. for being sentence to life without parole for 2 homicides
It's surprising how and what happens when a fellow catch's wife. I went hunting for a weekend, wife had a BF over and they got into the ropes, whips, chains with lock's that he brought and when it was over on a Sunday afternoon they could not find keys When I called and said I was about 30 minutes out, He left her there so as not to get caught when I showed up , She had One Heck of a Excuse ! and waited till Monday morn to call a locksmith cause the hacksaw would not cut the chain / locks. She divorced me !
I just saw your post was from 2013 so I guess you made a decision. Please update on what is going on
My friend, if she didn't even come out of the room to chase you down, and explain, SHE DOES NOT CARE/RESPECT YOU If she called you after an hour, not right away, SHE DO9ES NOT CARE/RESPECT YOU If she's been having an affair for a YEAR AND HALF and could look you in your eyes all that time, and not tell you, SHE DOES NOT LOVE YOU! You can't put a price on your manhood, your self image, your pride ,or your sanity!! DIVORCE!!! for your own sake. She will NEVER change, and SHE DOESN'T WANT TO CHANGE, especially after all this time. and it WILL destroy you( more than it already has )
If that was my wife i would be doing life without parole for double homicide
DIVORCE HER, OR ARRANGE TO F*** HIS WIFE!
I'm sorry this happened to you and that you are too weak to even consider that this woman is not something you should be with. I hope i am wrong but my intuition tells me that this will not be the last time she hurts you. With a little luck maybe she won't leave you for some other guy she cheats with only to take half the s*** and then demand alimony for God knows how long. Good luck man!
I'm sorry but the reason why your wife is having s** with another man is because you are a. "nice, loving, kind hearted,supportive, wonderful father and provider and are a great guy that everyone seems to like" ....... You let her walk over you when you should have held your ground.. Think back and you will find it
Expose the Affair to Her bestfriend, she deserves to know. Then to family and friends before she makes up a story. WTH? So "I'm sorry you had to see that?" But not sorry for betraying you? 🚶🏽♂️⬅️⬅️⬅️🔥🚮
Tell her friend she as well deserves better, pack your bags and leave you do yo keep on being the best man you can be!. Leave her at all costs
My wife caught me in bed with our lovely daughter. I should say reverse cow girl. Our daughter did not stop. She smiled and said Hi mom. Dad said you are a cold fish. Have not given him any in 3 years. So I wanted to help him out. It’s better than him getting an std at a strip club. It’s the first time I have ever had a sportsman’s double. I am a very happy man.
Wow 21 years of marriage. She’s be messing around for a year and a half. I would have broken out my cellphone and recorded this. Then left. You say she called you an hour later? After they were finished I presume. Oh I would have went home and had a very deep discussion about her behavior. I also would have sent the recording to my email. I would let her talk. As she wanted to. Then I would have looked at her and said. Now since you are a neighborhood s*** . There are a few things I want to do and you are going to do them. I would start by naming random things I would never do but tell her she’s going to do these things or else you can f*** the whole neighborhood. While you are a Single. You will lose everything. Like what do you want me to do she’s asks. S**** a dog. Oral with a young girl. Around our daughters age or younger. Set me up with your very best friend. You will stay and watch us have s** . Sun tan nude in our back yard. Refrain from having s** for a month. When you do have s** . You will not have an o***** for a month. In other words. We are going to be in a master/ slave relationship. Tell that stud no more strange from you anymore unless I say you can. Unless you agree to this. I will start the divorce proceedings tomorrow and I will tell the children and show them what you have been doing in our bed. Your call. Then turn and leave.
You should try to write something a bit more believable. This was not.
If that happened to me i assure you she wouldn't be found for a very long time, i would have her scattered all over the country in little pieces
Since she just looked at you I would of said ok hope your enjoying lets now f*** a threesome and f*** her how you want to and when you want to f*** her a threesome.
You are just letting her turn you into a spineless CUCK!! First: file for divorce... 2nd: Tell her lovers wife. 3rd: Kick her out of your house!!! Time together doesn't overcome your dignity and self respect!!!
My husband reduced two men he found out about me with, to bleeding, broken and badly hurt men as well as me in one hurt with a broken leg from having my husband kick a bolted front door in on top of me the next time I was backhanded across the room after I tried to stop him by holding his fist back from breaking another bone on the man he had caught me coming home with that morning. He was more angry about the attempt at humiliating him that the man I came home with tried when my husband shattered the left side of his scull. He had just swept the cane my husband needed to keep him on his feet , Putting my husband on the floor then laughed at my husband asking me how had I ever married a loser like my husband, my husbands cane came flying across the room to shatter his scull. My husband dragged himself over to my affair partners side and every time he even looked like he was waking up my husband would shatter another bone, screaming who's the looser now. I grabbed his arm during one of those hits and my husband back handed me across the room saying get off of him. A few minutes latter the police were putting my husband in their cruiser to take him to the regional mental health for the rage he was showing, My affair partner was being loaded in an ambulance for transport to the nearest trauma care, and a female police officer was helping me clean myself up from the blood coming out a ear and my nose, If the mental health had only held my husband for three more days two weeks after that I felt his mother, sister, father and I could have sat down with my husband and found and acceptable way to work my husband into things like holidays, and vacations through negotiated compromise, instead of on a evening his father, mother and I had other plans for a community awards dinner they let him come home. I was offering everything he wanted.
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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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