Music fest
I’ve been considering posting here for a while now. This is my first of 5 or 6 stories that I want to share about my current relationship. All very real, and all with varying degrees of cheating. I have mixed feelings about each story, but mostly they’ve become a part of our sex life.
So here it goes…
It was May of 2015. My wife (then girlfriend) and I had started dating within the past year. I had just turned 19 a couple months earlier. She is 4 years older than I am, so at the time she would have been 23.
We were in the infatuation stage. We weren’t super serious, but we both liked each other and we were definitely officially dating by this time.
Anyway, she decided to go to a day-long music festival with a friend of hers that would take place on a Saturday. I don’t really remember thinking much of her going at the time. I don’t even remember her telling me. I wasn’t really that concerned, though, which is unusual for me in hindsight. I chalk it up to the newness of relationship or me being busy with friends at the time - but looking back on it, maybe I should’ve been more inquisitive.
They drove up Friday night, stayed overnight in a hotel nearby, then spent all day going to shows on Saturday.
Saturday, after the shows, when the two were heading out for a beer run, her friend bumped into another vehicle. I don’t know if it was my wife’s luck or mine, but inside said vehicle was 4 guys that had been at the festival.
There was no apparent vehicle damage, but the 4 guys, my wife, and her friend all got to talking, and… well… the guys ended up revealing that they needed a place to stay for the night.
My then-girlfriend had a hotel room in her name, and invited the guys back to have some beers. This is where the story gets a little fuzzy, and I think this is where it undeniably crosses over into cheating territory, regardless of what exactly ended up happening next…
Which brings me to this part of this story:
She maintains to this day that there was no fucking — no penis-in-vagina sex whatsoever. According to her, two or three of the guys slept in bed with her and her friend. She admits that she was very drunk, and that she has trouble remembering all of the details. After all, this was 11 years ago at this point. She did say that she was in her panties and a t-shirt by the end of the night, and that she ended up grinding on one of the guys enough to get herself wet.
I genuinely don’t see how she would’ve made it through the night without getting fucked. With that said, I continue giving her the opportunity to tell me, and she no longer has any reason to lie.
With all of that said, that’s how we started off our relationship. I didn’t know about it until about 3-4 years ago. When it came out that I got off on her being a slut, this story surfaced. I couldn’t believe that she slept with two other guys. Grinding on a complete stranger (possibly two) was never something I pictured her doing. Now I think about it almost everyday.