89 comments/ 92317 views/ 32 favorites Wife's Cheating Confession By: patkerensky These conversations happened over the course of about a year. I am transcribing them to the best of my recollection. Before the first conversation, my wife and I had been married for a little over three years. After spending the first year together in Los Angeles, our respective careers forced us to be in different cities. She had to move to San Francisco. We spent about two weekends a month together, besides the occasional long break. She had become friends with a male colleague whom I met a couple of times when I was visiting her in the bay area. I never suspected anything was happening between them. He seemed like a stand-up guy and until recently, he had a steady girlfriend. After about two years in the bay area, my wife decided to take a job offer from a firm in San Diego. The pay was slightly less and the firm was smaller so I didn't fully understand the reason for her move. But she insisted it was because the work in San Diego was more "challenging" and offered better long term prospects. And San Diego was closer to me than San Francisco. Indeed, we were able to spend more time together but our marriage was still long-distance, which brought with it the expected tensions. Long distance had always been tough on our marriage. After the first "honeymoon" year, the arguments between us had grown in length, frequency, and intensity. On average, we spent about 10-12 hours a week on the phone arguing with each other. Usually about really petty stuff. It seems petty in retrospect. But seemed very important back then. Despite the growing acrimony, I truly believed that our relationship was strong enough to weather anything. I was exploring opportunities in a firm in San Diego so we could be together. But things were moving slowly there. Around this time, I noticed that the frequency of calls she got from her ex-colleague friend in San Francisco seemed to have increased. Whenever we spent a weekend together, she would keep getting texts and calls from him every couple of hours. I didn't think much of it until started happening way too often. I pressed my wife to tell me what was up. Her first revelation came as a bit of a bombshell. She said he was saying he was in love with her. Her moving away had made him realize how much she meant to him. And he was trying to convince her to be with him instead of me. To leave me for him. Which she didn't want to do at all. And she was trying to let him down easy without being too rude because he was essentially a nice guy. And to preserve their friendship which she valued. I wasn't a stranger to the idea of guys falling for my wife. She is very attractive, smart, and witty. She keeps getting hit on a lot. I considered myself the luckiest guy in the world for being the one she chose. But I trust her enough to let her deal with the attention, and I had trusted her all these years. I figured that if she wanted to be with someone else, she would just be with someone else. No point in me getting insecure about it. So that's how I decided to leave this matter too. I am generally not a very intrusive or jealous person by nature and have never interfered in my wife's social circle or relationships. She has had many male friends over the years and I have never really felt insecure about it. In fact she had told me honestly about a couple of instances when great guys had pursued her but she had turned them down because she had chosen me. So I had never been too worried about this particular guy. He wasn't really good looking or charming. I did however remember that many months ago, his girlfriend had insisted on meeting my wife because she got suspicious of their friendship. At that time, I had shaken my head at how paranoid and insecure his girlfriend was. And initially, I didn't feel too bothered by his trying to pursue my wife. But another month or so went by and the texts and calls from him just seemed to increase. Whenever I spoke to my wife, she would say, "I keep telling him I love my husband and he should find someone else. Just give it time. He will get over me. He says he understands my choice but is just having trouble coming to terms with it. But if he doesn't get there soon, I am just going to cut all contacts with him. But for now, I value his friendship enough to give it some more time." From what I had seen, it seemed like she might just have to do that get him off her back. In fact, I hoped she would do it soon. It wasn't my style to dictate to her what she should do. But I hoped she would just cut this whiner loose so he would stop bugging us when we were together. Then one Monday, things came to a head. I came back from work around 8 PM. I was changing in the bedroom when there was a ping sound from my desktop. I checked it and saw that it was a message on Skype from him. To my wife who had spent the weekend. She had signed in to Skype from my desktop for a work related conference call on Sunday and forgotten to log out. Conversation 1 (Skype text chat) Him: You there? Can I voice call? Me: Hey, it's me, Pat. She is in San Diego. She spent the weekend here in LA and forgot to sign out of Skype from my desktop. Him: Oh, hey Pat! How are you? Me: Great. How are you doing? Him: Not bad. I'll just text her on her cellphone then. Me: Okay. (a couple of minutes go by) Me: Dude, if you don't mind, can I say something? Him: Sure. Me: This may be unsolicited advice but you need to take it easy and just stop pressuring her into something she doesn't want. For the sake of your friendship. Him: Excuse me? Me: I know that you are in love with her. She told me. I can understand. She is amazing. But I am her husband and I am the one she is going to be with. That's just a fact. We are meant to be. If you keep chasing this pipe dream of having her, it'll just destroy the friendship you two have. So just back off. Him: Pat, you were right. This is unsolicited advice, and unwelcome too. You can shove it. Me: No need to get rude. Him: With all due respect, what happens between me and her is none of your business. Me: WTF? None of my business? She is my wife! Him: I know. And I like you. So just let's end this conversation. What happens between me and her is between me and her. I am calling her right now. Me: That's some arrogance for a case of unrequited love! Him: "Unrequited love"? Me: Yeah. I am just trying to suggest a decent and reasonable path forward here. You seem like a great guy. It's beneath you to be like a stalker just forcing himself on a woman who doesn't want you. Him: Stalker? Forcing myself? Me: Yes, maybe in another universe, you met her first and you got her. But right now she is happily married to me. Him: Dude, do you know how miserable your wife is in this marriage? Me: She is NOT miserable! Every marriage has some problems. But we're in love. Him: Oh, so you're in love? And you're okay with everything she has done? Me: What has she done? (a minute goes by) Him: You're a fucking moron! Me: Excuse me?? That's when my phone rang. It was my wife. I answered, feeling more than a little upset at this asshole. "Guess who I am chatting with?" "I know. Just log out." she said. "You won't believe the stuff he is saying. He is suggesting that you..." "Pat! Listen to me! Log out!" That's when another message popped up on the screen. Him: Talk to her and weep, you pompous motherfucker! "He just sent me a message saying...." "I don't care! Log out! I need to talk to you! Log out RIGHT NOW!" "Okay okay. I am logging out." I logged out. Conversation 2 (Phone) "Okay, what the fuck is going on?" I asked. "Why is he being such an asshole?" "Please don't hate me. I have something to confess." "What?" "I cheated on you with him." "What??? You mean........ you kissed him?" "More." "You.....slept with him?" "Yes. I am so sorry. You and me had just had a big fight. And I was...." "How many times?" "Excuse me?" "How many times did you sleep with him?" "Does it matter?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because I want to know if this was a one off mistake or a prolonged affair." "It was....something in between." "As in?" "Twice. No, three times." "Three times or three nights?" "Three nights." "And how many times in each night?" "I don't remember for sure. It was so many months ago." "But more than once each night?" "Yes." "Is he...............bigger than me?" "Why are you asking me that?" "Just answer me." "Sort of. Same length but he is much thicker." "You measured it?" "No....it hurt the first time he entered me." "How many times did he enter you in total?" "I don't know." "How can you not know?" "Who keeps count of such things?" "But approximately.... twice each night, three times, four times?" "About two or three times. On average." "Were you up all night?" "No, we slept." "On the same bed?" "Yes." "Naked?" "What?" "Between the multiple times you had sex, did you sleep in his arms naked?" "....." "Well?" "No, I put my clothes on." "And he?" "Him too." "What clothes were you wearing?" "I don't remember. It was so many months ago." "I am not asking exactly which garments. I mean were you in jeans, a dress, a skirt?" "Not a 100% sure, but mostly jeans." "So after sex, you put your jeans back on, and then took them off again, and then back on..." "Yes." "Really?" "Yes." "Did he cum inside you?" "No, he was wearing a condom." "Yes, but even with the condom. Did he cum while inside you or in your mouth like I often do?" "In the condom while inside me." "Every time?" "Yes." "You never let him cum in your mouth?" "No. I don't think he ever wanted to." "Did you suck his dick?" "No." "Really? Three nights and you never sucked his dick?" "Really, I did not." "And I suppose he didn't want that either?" "No, he wanted it. He pleaded with me many times." "And?" "I couldn't bring myself to do it. It may sound weird to draw the line there after having sex, but I felt that would be really unfaithful. I wasn't proud of what I was doing." "And did he go down on you?" "He tried to, a few times, but I always stopped him." "Why?" "Same reason." "What is the most number of times you had sex in a night?" "I don't remember." "Come on!" "Seriously, I don't remember." "Were you drunk on any of those nights?" "No." "Did you sleep over at his place till the morning or come home in the middle of the night?" "Slept over." "So you went to work together in the morning? You wearing the same clothes?" "No, that never happened. Wait.... let me remember." "Okay." "The first time, we woke up at around 9. He got ready, dropped me back to my place, and went to work. I showered, changed, and went to work after." "Okay." "The second time, he woke me up at about 5 am so I could leave. His girlfriend was gonna come over for breakfast." "Wait, he was still with his girlfriend at that time?" "Yes, you remember me telling you that she was very suspicious of his friendship with me. And insisted on meeting me once with him?" "Shit, I had totally forgotten about that. Fuck, at that time you told me that thing as a 'what a paranoid woman' story." "Yes." "But she wasn't paranoid. She just wasn't as blind as me." "I am so sorry." "How many times did you meet her?" "Just that once." "Was it before or after?" "Before or after what?" "The sex." "It was....let me remember.....it was sort of in the middle I think." "So when you met her, you had already fucked her boyfriend?" "Yes." "The whole reason she wanted to meet you was to be reassured that you and he weren't having a fling. And you sat there with a straight face pretending that wasn't true." "Yes. I feel horrible." "And even after that, you slept with him again?" "Yes." "Why?" "I.....don't know. I just got caught up in it." "Did you....do you love him?" "No, of course not! I love you!" "At that time, did you....think you loved him?" "......" "Well?" "Maybe." "What is maybe? Yes or no?" "It's not that simple." "Yes it is." "No it isn't. Yes, there were some occasions when I thought he was the one I should be with. I was upset enough with you to consider leaving you. And liked him enough to consider being with him. Some times. But most of the time, I knew that you were the only one I could spend my life with. I felt very guilty cheating on you. Which is why I stopped." "He didn't stop it?" "No! You know he's been hassling me since." "Okay. So the second night, he kicked you out because she was coming." "He didn't kick me out. He dropped me home." "Whatever. And the third time?" "Umm..... come to think of it I don't think there was a third time." "What?" "I think it was only two nights." "But you said..." "Yes, I remembered it wrong." "Are you sure?" "I think so. I can't remember for sure. I might have visited his place a third night, but I don't think we slept together then. And I didn't spend the night." "So just two nights is the story now?" "It's not a story. I am being completely honest. I just misremembered earlier." "Did you also misremember the part about him wearing a condom every time? Or not sucking his dick?" "No, that was correct." "Did you have orgasms?" "Yes." "How many?" "I didn't count." "Every time?" "Not sure. But many times." "Did you cum the very first time?" "Yes." "How many times did you cum the first time he fucked you?" "Just once. He doesn't last very long. 3-4 minutes on average." "When we have sex, it takes you at least 10 minutes. Often more." "Yes, but with him there was the added element of it being forbidden and wrong. I think that made me cum sooner. Sorry." "And you said he is very thick." "Yes, maybe that too." "So the very first time you did it....how long did it last?" "I came very fast. Before him." "Were you on top?" "Yes." "Completely naked?" "Yes." "If he was really thick, how were you able to get on top right away?" "Actually we started off in missionary position. And then he asked if I wanted to be on top. And he rolled us over." "Maybe to see your jugs swinging." "Maybe." "While you were riding him, what was he doing?" "What do you mean?" "His hands, his mouth...." "His hands were on my butt for the most part. Once in a while he'd squeeze my boobs." "And his mouth?" "Kissing me, licking my boobs.... is this level of detail really necessary?" "So you came. And then how long till he did?" "Actually the first time, he never came." "Huh?" "Well, as soon as I came, I rolled off him and started crying. From guilt. And he started comforting me. I said this was a mistake and we shouldn't do it. He had a girlfriend, I had a husband. He agreed. I was almost hysterical with guilt. He said that we should just be friends." "And then?" "I thought of leaving. But I felt really comforted in his arms. So I thought I'd stay for an hour or so and then leave." "And then?" "Then I fell asleep in his arms. Didn't realize when it happened." "When did you fuck again that night?" "It was a couple of hours later. I........................." "You what?" "I don't feel comfortable sharing all these details." "Well, you cheated on me. I have the right to know what I want." "But these details will only make this fester. Can't we just leave it at - I cheated on you for a few days. I am sorry. If you want to divorce me, I completely understand. But I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you." "That's all platitudes until I can ascertain the level of your intimacy with him." "Fine!" "Don't snap at me! I am not the one who cheated." "Sorry." "Go on." "Where was I?" "You had fucked the first time. Cried from guilt. Agreed to be just friends. Fallen asleep in his arms. And then a couple of hours later...." "Yeah okay. I was woken up in the dark by his kisses on my neck. And I could feel it poking against my butt." "It was erect?" "Yes. When he saw I had woken up, he turned me around so I was facing him. And we started kissing." "And then you fucked?" "Not right away. I took......I really feel weird sharing all this..." "Please continue." "Okay, his dick was erect and poking against my thigh. I felt bad that I had left him hanging earlier. So I took it in my hand and started jacking him off. He kissed me as I jacked him off for a couple of minutes. Then he asked me to go down on him. I refused. He pleaded a couple of times, saying he had blue balls. So I asked him to put on a condom and do it again one last time." "Do what?" "Have sex." "What did you say?" "I just told you." "No, what were your exact words?" "I don't remember." "Did you say - make love to me? Fuck me? Bang me? Screw me?" "You know I don't feel comfortable saying those things in bed." "Yes, but I also thought I knew you to be faithful." "I am really sorry." "So you fucked again?" "Yes. At that time, I told myself it would be the last time. And it was just to make up for leaving him hanging the previous time." "What position or positions?" "Started off missionary, then I got on top for a while. Then doggy style." "Sounds like a long time. You said he doesn't last long." "It was a couple of minutes in each position." "Did he play with your boobs again?" "Maybe. I don't remember." "So he came. Did you cum too?" "Not that time, no." "Then what?" "Then we fell asleep again." "And then?" "In the morning, we woke up, he dropped me off...." "Just a sec. There's someone at the door. I'll call you back." "Okay. I love you." "Bye." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Conversation 3 (Phone) "Hello." "Hi. Again Pat, I am so sorry. I love you." "Sorry, it was one of the neighbors with a petition. Took me a while to call you back." "It's okay." "But I realized something." "Yeah?" "You still aren't being completely honest." "I am!" "No. Earlier you said, that you'd get dressed and then undress again between sex. But from what you were telling me, it sounds like you were naked in his arms when you slept." "I......" "Well?" "Honey, it just.... I don't know." "What else are you lying about? What else are you hiding?" "Come on! I know I have made a huge mistake but I am doing my best to come clean. You think this is easy for me?" "Why did you lie?" "It wasn't a lie! It was....I don't know. How does it matter whether I slept with him naked or in a trench coat?" "I need to establish the level of intimacy between you two." "We fucked. More than once. Beyond that, what do you need to know all this for?" "I am not on trial here." "But I am on trial? Like a criminal?" "Are you denying that you did something wrong?" "No, I have been saying all along that I made a big mistake. That's why I am coming clean to you." "It's not exactly 'coming clean'." "Just because I didn't tell you what I wore when I slept?" "No....coming clean implies you confessed to me voluntarily. But you didn't. All this happened months ago. You were happy to pretend it never happened. You were content letting me think he was just a "friend". Even when he kept calling and messaging you when we were together." "I..... I just didn't want to wreck our marriage." "Whatever. All I am saying is, even this confession is not happening because you wanted to come clean. It's happening because I was about to find out anyway." "Okay......fair enough." "If you were confessing on your own, you could have decided what to tell me. But you have been caught. So you don't get to choose that anymore." Wife's Cheating Confession "(sobs)" "What's the point in crying now?" CLICK ---------------------------------------------------- Conversation 4 (text messages) Me: DID YOU JUST FUCKING HANG UP ON ME????? Her: Just give me a few minutes Me: Are you talking to him? Her: NO! Just give me a few minutes to compose myself. You know I hate crying in front of you. -------------------------------------------------------- Half an hour later Conversation 5 (phone) "Sorry it took so long." "It's okay. Are you prepared to be completely honest now?" "Yes." "No more hiding facts or varnishing the truth?" "No more." "You understand that for this marriage to work, I need to know the truth in whatever manner I see fit?" "I understand that's what you want. I just....never mind." "No, say what you want." "Okay... I just don't agree with your approach." "Why not?" "Well, here are a few basic truths. Some basic confessions about this whole situation. Yes, I cheated on you. I slept with him. I slept with him multiple times. I hid it from you. I only confessed to it when forced to confess it. I did occasionally, for a few days, consider the idea of leaving you for him. These are all truths about the wrongs I committed. But here are some more truths. I love you. I love only you. I don't love him and I never did, even though for some moments of madness I thought I did. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I hope you can forgive me and we can rebuild this...." "Okay...." "Let me finish. But also, I can understand if you just want to divorce me and never see me again. I will agree to the divorce on the terms of your choosing, although that divorce will devastate me. But....if you end up divorcing me because of this, I would rather that you did it quickly. And knowing all these details about what happened between me and him....will just make your resentment fester." "So I should pretend that it never happened?" "No! I am not saying that! It happened. I wish I could undo it but I can't. It happened." "Then what is your point?" "My point is......the more you ask me about this in detail, the harder it will be for you to forget it." "So you want me to just forget it ever happened?" "No, Pat! You aren't getting me point." "What is your point?" "Never mind!" "No, tell me your point." "I......I honestly can't phrase my point in a couple of sentences. I have never been as good at talking or debating as you are. All I know is..... talking about this in so much detail is a bad idea." "Okay....now let me explain to you why I need to know these things in detail." "Alright." "When two people decide to share their lives, it is not just their home and their bed and their genitals. It is also a level of intimacy, comfort, and oneness that you achieve with only one person.....only one person at a time. That level of intimacy goes beyond just sticking a dick in a cunt. Do you get what I am saying?" "I....I am not sure." "Well, the actual act of sex, the penetration, that has a biological imperative. It comes from evolution. But everything else that goes with it. That's intimacy, that's closeness, that's....an expression of love. Which is why prostitutes will fuck people but charge extra for what they call the "girlfriend experience"." "So I am like a prostitute?" "No! You aren't getting my point now." "What is your point?" "I need to know if you have....or ever had a relationship with him that goes beyond just sex." "But I love you." "Yes, you are saying that now. But what if you feel differently a year from now?" "If you are not sure about my love for you, then fine, divorce me!" "I am not saying that. I am just....this is getting too complicated." "You're making it too complicated!" "Don't yell at me!" "I am sorry. I just. Just tell me what you want me to do." "I just need you to understand that.....I love you. Still. At least I think I do. And I think I do also still want to spend the rest of my life with you. But for that I need to be absolutely certain that this thing you did wasn't big enough.......or....I don't know, I need to understand it fully. Do you get that?" "Okay." "So I need you to help me understand it. By telling me everything I need to know. Honestly." "Okay." "Do you get the importance of the need for total honesty? Even if it seems embarrassing in the short term?" "I think so." "Good." "Okay...." "So....let me ask you something I should have asked long ago. How did it start?" "I told you. I was..." "No...I mean, how did things go from you two being just friends to sleeping together? Was he always interested in you?" "No, he said he wasn't." "Had he made a pass at you before?" "Never! It was strictly platonic before that. He never gave a hint of any interest in me. And he told me later too that he never thought of me like that before that first night." "So that's what I am trying to ask you right now. How did you go from being friends to having sex? What was the chain of events that led to it?" "Oh...let me remember....." "Okay." "Before that night, like I said, it was strictly platonic. We talked about movies, music, books, politics, and personal lives." "Personal lives?" "Yes, but I spoke to him like I would speak to a girlfriend. And he spoke to me like he would speak to a boyfriend. Just venting about our love life. You and I were fighting a lot those days. I would tell him about the fights and he would lend me a sympathetic ear. And he would tell me about the problems he was having with his girlfriend and I would listen to him." "What sort of problems was he having with his girlfriend?" "Mainly that she was very insecure. She seemed to want commitment and although he felt he was almost there, he wasn't quite there yet. She was also very possessive, not just with other women, but also his friends. His other interests. And his work." "And she was jealous of you?" "Yes, and it may seem ironic now but at that time, he was very annoyed by it. He was completely truthful to her about our then-platonic friendship. She knew I was married. And yet she resented how close we were, even as friends. And she suspected that he was having a fling with me. Even though he hadn't even thought about it. At that time of course." "Maybe she was just prescient." "Or maybe she drove him towards me." "Really? And what drove you towards him? I didn't! I never felt insecure about your friendship with him. I even had beer with him a couple of times." "I never said you drove me towards him!" "Then what did?" "I was getting to that. Honestly, I think I just got caught up in the moment. I think we both did. Although he now thinks it was much deeper. But I know for a fact that I only got caught up in the moment." "What moment?" "So the very first night I slept with him. That day, you and I had a big fight. Sorry, but I don't remember what it was about. But it was a big fight. I think it might have had something to do with you canceling a trip to visit me at the last minute." "Hmm...maybe. I vaguely remember a fight like that." "Anyway, we had this fight over the phone. When I was working late. And he was working late too. He heard me yelling on the phone and then crying. I was in a very bad emotional state. So he came to comfort me. And before you ask, that's all he did at first. Comfort me. Be there for me. He didn't make a pass at me or anything. Really." "Okay." "So we left the office at about 7 or so. And went to a coffee shop. I was in a particularly bad mood, venting about you. And about life in general. So I spilled my guts. Then he told me about the problems he had been having with his girlfriend too. Before we knew it, it was almost 10. I decided to go home. When we left the office, I had been in a very bad emotional state, so we had gone to the coffee shop in his car. When we went back to the office, the parking garage was closed for the night and there were no security guards around." "So you couldn't get your car." "Yes. He said he would drop me home. But the Bay Bridge was really backed up and there was a massive traffic jam on the freeway for miles. Halfway to my place, I really needed to use the bathroom. And his place was just one exit away. So we decided to go there." "And then he made a move on you?" "No! We went to his place. And when I was in the bathroom, you called. I don't remember exactly what we fought about, but we fought again. For a long time. And it was a pretty big fight, because by the end of it, I was crying again. When I came out of the bathroom, I was bawling. He rushed over and hugged me. I was hysterical with emotions. He led me to the couch and sat there, hugging me, trying to comfort me. And then...." "Then?" "Well.....I don't remember the exact conversation that led to it, but I was feeling really pessimistic about us...you and me. And was feeling very vulnerable and devastated. And he had his arms around me. And then....well....we kissed." "Who initiated the kiss?" "That's what he and I can't agree on. I am pretty sure that he went from rubbing my arms and back while consoling me to then kissing me gently on my cheeks and then on my lips. And I was feeling very emotionally secure in his embrace so I responded. But he says he was just kissing me on the cheeks in a friendly way and I am the one who started kissing him on the lips.....romantically and he couldn't help but respond. I seriously don't know what happened." "Okay....but the main thing is, it went from him consoling you to kissing you pretty fast." "Not too fast. Maybe 10-15 minutes. But yeah, that's when it started happening. That's when our friendship stopped being platonic." "And then?" "Then.......our hands were all over each other and soon inside our clothes." "Who first went there?" "I really don't know but you can assume it was me if you want." "I don't want to assume anything. Now, all this was on the couch?" "Yes." "So the first time you had sex was on the couch?" "No, in his bedroom." "How did you move from the couch to the bedroom?" "We walked. Once we were both partially undressed, I noticed that the curtains on his French window were open. I said to him, a neighbor might see us. He got up and led me to the bedroom." "How partially undressed were you both when you moved to the bedroom?" "I was topless. He was in his briefs." "Hmm.....and then?" "He laid me down on the bed and got me naked. Then he tried to go down on me." "Tried to?" "Yes, but I stopped him. Like I said, that felt too.....intimate, I guess?" "Hmmmm...what next?" "I told you already." "You said you started off in the missionary position. Right away?" "No, we made out for a while first." "Were you wet?" "Yes." "How wet?" "Pat!" "Anyway, you said it hurt the first time he entered you?" "Yes, because of the thickness." "Go on..." "I don't know what to say. He started doing it, Missionary style. He went slow at first because of the trouble I was having accommodating him. Then he asked me if I wanted to be on top. I told you everything else." "That was all true? You came first, and he didn't?" "Yes. When I came I felt a huge wave of stress release. But it also showed me clearly the full extent of what I had done. I had cheated on you. I had been unfaithful And I was overcome with emotion again. Mainly guilt." "Then he consoled you. And you decided it was a mistake. Yada yada yada. And then fell asleep in his arms." "Yes." "Naked." "Yes, naked. Although I still don't see why that is a bigger deal than the fucking." "It shows a level of intimacy and comfort. You were close enough to him to just sleep in his arms naked and vulnerable. Didn't you?" "I guess." "And a couple of hours later you woke up to his kissing and dick pokes and did it again?" "Yes." "Anything to add or change there?" "No, that went just the way I said earlier." "And then in the morning he dropped you home. Did he take you to the office to pick up your car first or did you...." "Umm, before that...." "Yeah?" "You wanted me to be completely and totally honest." "Yes." "We did it again in the morning." "So you lied earlier." "I didn't....well, whatever. I am telling you the whole truth now. We fucked again in the morning." "When?" "I woke up to him fingering me. We were spooning then. He was hard again. Probably morning wood. He fingered me till I was awake, and then entered me, still spooning. He was..." "In what..." "Let me just finish telling you. And I will try to tell you everything you will probably ask me anyway. He entered me from behind. He lasted about 5 minutes, fucking me while spooning throughout. I came in a couple of minutes and came pretty hard, maybe because it was an unfamiliar angle. You and I never fuck in that position. This was an early morning impulsive fuck. So he wasn't wearing a condom. But..." "WHAT???" "But he didn't cum inside me. He pulled out just before. And came on my ass." "What the fuck? Without a......" "I know what you are thinking. I got myself tested for HIV and other STD's twice since then. I am clean." "I.....okay." "Then I washed up, he got ready, dropped me off. And so on. That's that." "That's not that thought. You said you decided to be friends. But there was a second night." "Yes, and honey I will tell you about it. But I have a really early day tomorrow." "So do I." "Can we pick this up tomorrow night? I'll drive up to LA and go to work late on Wednesday." "No, that's okay." "Seriously, I don't have anything important Wednesday morning. I can drive up tomorrow." "I'd rather you didn't." "What? Why?" "I....I am not sure I can handle seeing your face right now without doing something......stupid." "Oh......" There was silence on the line for about a minute. "I am really sorry I hurt you, Pat. But I love you. You are my life. Please forgive me." "You should go to sleep. Good night." "Good night honey. I love you. Do you love me?" "I do. But I don't know if I should." "I understand. Good night." ------------------------------------------------------------------- We spoke again the next night. After she called, we talked about some mundane stuff for a minute or so until she got down to the point. "So about the second night. I need you to know that I love you and I am going to be totally honest with you and I understand if you want to leave me." "Okay whatever. So when was it?" "A few days after the first night." "How many days?" "Three or four days." "How did it start?" "It started with....oh god I feel so horrible. You know his girlfriend was suspicious?" "Yes, and she wanted to meet you." "Yes. Anyway, after the first night, we spoke a few times about how what we did was a mistake. he was committed to his girlfriend and I was committed to our marriage. So we decided to just forget it ever happened and chalk it down to a mistake." "But that didn't stick, did it?" "His girlfriend getting suspicious was a little weird. She really had no reason to be. Before that first night, we had never even flirted with each other. And then as soon as it happened, she started pestering him about me." "Maybe a woman's intuition?" "Maybe. But he thought that someone might have tipped her off. Maybe someone in our office who was jealous of our friendship. Or someone else." "Maybe he boasted to people he had bedded you and one of them told her." "I don't think so." "It's possible." "Anything's possible. Anyway, she kept insisting that she wanted to meet me. The first time he asked me, I refused. I was dealing with my own guilt. I didn't need to be interrogated by his girlfriend. But he promised she wouldn't interrogate me. Just wanted to meet me." "Did she interrogate you?" "Eventually, no." "Why did you agree to finally meet her?" "He just wore me down I guess." "Like in bed?" "On the third or fourth day when he kept begging me, I agreed to meet her. But only for a little while over coffee." "At his place?" "No, at a coffee shop." "Just the three of you?" "Yes. And her behavior towards me was.....disrespectful." "She yelled at you?" "No. She didn't yell at me, she didn't interrogate me, it was just...very passive aggressive. It's hard to describe. But her whole agenda seemed to be to mark her territory and tell me in a not so subtle way to back off without saying so." "How?" "Well, after the initial introductions, during which she only said a very curt hello to me, she pretty much ignored my presence. She was also dressed very revealingly, showing a lot of thigh and cleavage. She is....she seemed to be trying to show that she was hotter and prettier than me." "Okay." "When he went to get us coffee, she just kept checking her phone without saying a word to me. When he came back, she started making out with him. Like a teenager. And throughout, he would keep looking at me once in a while to see my reaction." "What was your reaction?" "Outwardly, I was ignoring it. But inside, I was feeling upset at her doing this to me." "Why were you upset? You had fucked her boyfriend! Her suspicions were correct!" "I didn't say I was correct in feeling upset." "Damn right you weren't." "Anyway, after making out like that, and I could see that even the other customers in the shop were getting, uncomfortable, she got a phone call. Which she stepped away to take. When she left, he started apologizing to me for this. He said he had no idea it would be this bad. I didn't say anything." "Okay." "Then she came back and talked to him. She said she couldn't spend the night at his place because she had to go to Santa Barbara right away to reshoot some ad. She works in advertising." "As a model?" "No, as a photographer. She asked him to drop her off at the airport. And they left. She didn't even bother saying goodbye to me." "Okay, then?" "After they left, I finished my coffee and started driving home. I was feeling pretty upset by the whole experience. And I was really angry with him for putting me through it and not speaking up." "What could he speak up about? She wasn't berating you or anything." "Yes, but still, I was very upset. I felt....and yes I was wrong to feel that way....but I felt I deserved some respect. I went home, and sat going over the entire incident in my mind and feeling angrier by the minute. Then I....I decided I needed to confront him." "Why?" "I don't know. It just felt like the thing to do at that moment. So I got in my car and drove over to his place right away." "Oh no. Don't tell me! You....that very night?" "I am not proud of it." "That was the second night? After you sat in front of his girlfriend pretending to just be his friend, a couple of hours later you go and fuck him again?" "I am not proud of it." "So what did you do at his place?" "When I got to his place, he had just returned from the airport after dropping her off. He was surprised to see me when he opened the door. I stormed in and started yelling at him. How dare she? How could she? How could he? Why the fuck? And so on." "How did he take it?" "Initially he was very apologetic. But as I kept ranting, he started arguing back too. Saying he didn't have a choice. What could he do? She was already suspicious, even more than her usual possessive insecure self. We argued back and forth for a while. Saying some hurtful things to each other. And then he said he regretted ever meeting me. At which I got really angry and turned around to leave. He ran behind me and grabbed me before I made it to the door. And started saying he was sorry. And he didn't mean it. And...." Wife's Cheating Confession "And?" "This isn't easy to tell you, Pat. He said...he said he was actually very happy to have met me. And only regretted not meting me years ago. Before I was with you and he was with her. He............... started throwing the word 'love' around." "Did you reciprocate?" "Maybe." "Maybe?" "Yes, I did. I was wrong. Delusional. But at that moment, yes, I did think..... I am so sorry, Pat." "We started kissing. And then one thing led to another. And well, that's the second night." "So you went to the bedroom and had sex again?" "The first time we just did it there....near the door." "The door?" "Yes, he.....he fucked me standing up, holding me against the door, my legs wrapped around his waist. A few minutes later, on the floor, missionary style." "Let me guess...no condom?" "No. He came on my stomach." "Then?" "Then I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When I came back, he was making coffee. We sat at the dining table and talked." "Naked?" "Not completely naked. I put on my panties and my top. He was in his boxers. And we talked." "About?" "Lots of stuff." "Was it about your feelings for each other? Turning the relationship into something more? Him leaving his girlfriend and you leaving me?" "Yes, a little." "And what was the conclusion?" "We were both very conflicted about our feelings. We did care about each other strongly. But we also cared about our respective partners. Those weren't easy issues to deal with. We didn't really reach any conclusions. If we had, you would have heard about me and him long ago. You do understand that the only reason this came to light so late is because I decided I did NOT want to be with him?" "Or maybe he didn't want to be with you." "He did! He still does!" "Maybe he has changed his mind now. Anyway, so you fucked again? How soon?" "About an hour after the first time." "Where?" "We started off at the dining table, me bent over it. Wearing a condom this time." "Naked?" "He stripped off my panties. I had my top on but it was rolled up under my armpits. Then he sat in a chair and I rode him. Then....a couple of different positions." "What kind of positions?" "He got really experimental that time. A bunch of different positions I had never tried before." "Like?" "Do you really need to know the details?" "Yes." "Okay...... from the chair he moved me to the floor, on all fours, fucking doggy style. Then, he grabbed my ankles and stood up. I was vertically upside down, with only my hands and my head on the floor, him holding my ankles near his hips. And he pounded me like that for a few minutes." "Hmmmmm." "Then he moved us to the couch and threw me over the backrest. My stomach was resting on it and my palms were on the seat. And he had me from behind. then he turned me around so I was sitting on top of the backrest facing him. He was standing. And then like that for a minutes until he came." "Doesn't sound like all this could be done in just a few minutes." "No.....that's the longest he ever lasted." "How long?" "I wasn't keeping track. I guess about half an hour." "Did you cum?" "Yes." "How many times?" "A couple of times. The new positions were really....erotic to me. Sorry." "Then?" "Then we were both exhausted. We fell asleep on the couch. I woke up an hour or so later to go to the bathroom. When I came back I.....sorry...but I woke him up and rode him. About 10 minutes. And then we slept again. At 5 AM, he woke me up. He had gotten a text from his girlfriend that she was on her way from Santa Barbara. We did it one last time missionary style. And then I left." "And that was that?" "Yes, that's the last time he ever fucked me. On the third night....." "Wait. before you get to that.... how did you wake him up?" "Excuse me?" "Did you just shake him awake? Or did you wake him up......like you sometimes wake me up when I am sleeping and you are horny?" "Pat......" "Yes?" "I am so sorry. So sorry." "So that was another thing you lied to me about earlier?" "I am so sorry." "Tell me exactly how you woke him up." "Like I wake you up. I....I sucked his dick. He woke up when it started getting hard. And once it got completely hard, I climbed on top of him and rode him." "With a condom?" "No, without." "So it ended the way it often ends with us too." "Yes. I am sorry." "You swallowed?" "Yes." "So you had been sucking his dick all along?" "No! I swear that was the first time." "And if you didn't fuck him again, presumably the last time?" "............" "Well?" "Technically, I did it again. But not all the way. He didn't finish. I was.....oh god, this is so embarrassing." "That last time in the morning?" "No. The third night." "So you lied about not fucking on the third night too?" "No. We didn't actually fuck. We were at my place. This was a couple of days later. On a friday night. You had again cancelled your trip to visit me because of work. I was pissed." "And that makes it okay?" "No it doesn't." "Had you decided to leave me? if you yourself said that you didn't give head earlier because it felt really unfaithful. And by now you were doing it. Clearly, you had moved to another level. You must have decided to leave me." "Not entirely. But I was seriously considering it." "So what happened that night?" "We had that fight. I spoke to him for a while on the phone. He was free that night. So he came over. We talked for a bit. Then we moved to the bedroom. He stripped me naked and went down on me. For the first time, I let him." "Did he make you cum? "Yes, then I went down on him." "But didn't finish." "No." "Why?" ".........." "Why???" "I heard a car pull up. On a hunch I went to the window. It was an airport shuttle. And......" "What?" "I am so sorry Pat." "This was THAT weekend when we had a big fight because I wasn't coming. So I felt guilty and cancelled everything and flew down?" "Yes." "You were sucking his dick in our bed when I reached?" "I am so sorry." "Oh my god!" "..........." "I remember that night now. I walked in. You were just in a bathrobe. And you said you had a hunch that I would come anyway, so were waiting for me. And then before I could take off my shoes or jacket, you dragged me to the bedroom. And we had sex........Shit! He was in the apartment?" "Yes." "Where?" "He was hiding in the coat closet near the front door." "Which is why you dragged me to the bedroom right away. And here I was thinking my wife really was horny from being away from me for so long. I had no idea she was horny because her lover had just gone down on her." "I am so sorry." "So he escaped while we were having sex?" "Yes." "This is unbelievable! I feel so....yuck.....you were sucking his dick....and you kissed me with that mouth?" "But don't you see, Pat? That surprise visit you made. That weekend we spent together. And talked. And worked things out. That made me realize you were the one for me. He could never give me the pleasure you could. That's why it ended." "I....I really need to not talk to you right now." "Please Pat, hear me out. I am sorry. I really love...." CLICK -------------------- I only saw my wife after that at the divorce proceedings. Well, ex-wife. I heard from friends later that she lived with the guy she had cheated on me with for a few months. Then he left her for another woman. That drove her into depression. She lost her job, and the last I heard, was living with her parents again and undergoing therapy. I never remarried.