Send us into the weekend with the true story of discovering your wife or gf was cheating. How did you first find out? Who was she fucking? Did you confront her? What did she say? How did you react? Was it a relationship ender or did you get past it? How long was it before you became turned on? Does she know you get off on it? Let's discuss.
One time, when my wife was overdue for some hard, deep fucking and shattering orgasms from her hung coworker, she contrived a fake business trip and made a reservation for them at a romantic inn, in a room with a big round hot tub. When I was extracting the details of that trip, she admitted that when they checked in, the clerk multiple times addressed him as "Mr. [my last name]." That little detail still makes me instantly hard. The cocky smirk that must have elicited from her coworker. And I'm sure the way he and my wife were talking to each other, the vibe they were giving off, made it clear they weren't a long-married couple. The clerk probably noticed my wife was wearing a wedding ring and he wasn't. The thought of that clerk realizing that my wife was checking in to enjoy two nights of primal sex with her tall, good-looking single lover, including (inevitably) in that big hot tub, is so deliciously humiliating.
I [M26] was with my girlfriend [F23] for years, and I was completely convinced I knew her. Looking back, there were little things that should’ve made me suspicious. One question she used to ask me almost casually was, “If I ever cheated on you, how would you find out?” I’d laugh and say, “You wouldn’t cheat on me.” She’d just smile and change the subject.
At the time, I thought it was some weird hypothetical. Then, about a month before we broke up, I had her phone and started scrolling through her messages. That’s when everything changed. There were conversations with multiple guys. Flirty messages. Secret plans. Intimate recordings. Messages where she talked about how attracted she was to other men, including Black guys she apparently been seeing behind my back. At first I had just seen couple of the videos. But the second night that I went through it all I was using my headphones and the sound was loud. She was moaning and screaming like crazy while guys pounded her like psychopaths that had been sex hungry for years. In one of the videos she kept squirting over and over for 20 minutes straight before it ended with him finished inside her mouth. She swallowed it all like a good girl that she is and smiled and said, “my boyfriend is waiting for me in bed. I better get going.” Coming back to reality and suddenly that stupid question came rushing back into my head. “If I ever cheated on you, how would you find out?” She already knew the answer. I just didn’t know it yet.
I was devastated and heartbroken at first. Then furious. Then came the humiliation. But somewhere in that mess, something incredibly confusing happened. The more I thought about her with other men, the more my jealousy started mixing with something else. Curiosity. Then excitement. I just couldn’t stop imagining her getting dressed up knowing she was going to meet someone else and was going to get railed like a total true slut that she is. I kept wondering what she told them about me. Wondering what they knew about our relationship. Wondering whether she compared us and the sizes. And the fact that some of the guys were physically better looking than me made the whole thing hit my ego even harder. Not to mention the BBCs. I hated that thought. But I also couldn’t deny the reaction it gave me.
That was when I started wondering whether there was something seriously different about me. Because the same discovery that broke my heart was also unlocking a fantasy I’d never admitted to having. By the time we finally ended things, I wasn’t just left with the question of why did she do this? I was left with an even stranger question, Why did part of me find it so damn exciting? Her getting bent over and tossed and picked up and fucked in mid air by a guy that would cause her way more pain than I ever could. I went into that relationship thinking I knew exactly what I wanted. I came out wondering if getting betrayed had accidentally revealed a side of my sexuality I’d been completely unaware of. And honestly, that’s probably the most fucked-up part of the entire story.
My wife decided last night that she was going out, which was surprising because it was Thursday night. However, she said she didn’t have to be to work the next day until 11. Anyway, she got dressed, and I asked where she was going. She said it was a house party! I immediately asked if I could go, but she said no, it’s a private party, and the table is already set. I said okay. She then said I could drop her off and pick her up. I agreed and threw on some clothes. My heart was pounding fast. I was going to catch her in the act of cheating. We drove over, and she was so excited; she was giggly and happy. I actually felt really good about our relationship, and at the next light, I gave her a kiss. She said, “You’re so sweet. You’re perfect for me you know that” I replied “Yes we I am”
When we got to the apartment building, I said, “I thought you said this was a house party.” She said, “Yeah, it’s just a title. I’ll see you later.” I said, “Wait, how will I know when to get you?” She replied, “I’ll text you.” I said okay. It’s about a 20-minute drive home. She just got out and left. I drove back home and waited for hours for an update. It was about 9 PM when I dropped her off. It was now around 12:45, and I got no answer. I texted her, but there was still no response. I then texted again. She read my message and replied, “I’m sorry, I forgot to update you.” I replied back, “It’s okay, when will you be ready?”
I hate iPhones because of the dots. They kept coming and going, then they just disappeared. I texted back, “If it’s going to be super late, I can just give you money for an Uber?” She then texted back, “Leave the house in 35 minutes.” Thirty-five minutes went by, and I texted her that I was on my way. No response. When I was 3 minutes away, I texted her, “Pulling up.” I got there, and she was outside. As I pulled around the corner, I saw a figure taller than her she’s 5’5” had to be 6’0” or maybe 6’5”. I’m 6’0”. It walked upstairs to the apartment. I got out quickly, and she walked to the car. I asked, “Who was that?” She shouted, “Let’s go.” I got in the car. She was being shorter than usual.
She immediately started yelling at me, “When I’m with my friends, I don’t need you texting and asking me about my whereabouts and timeline. If you’re going to be picking me up and dropping me off, worry about just that.” I apologized and said, “I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” It was silent the rest of the ride home. We got home, and she immediately jumped in the shower, then got in bed. I apologized again and started cuddling her. I never confronted her more than that, and I’m about to hit this bowl and go back in the bedroom to cuddle her. I keep getting aroused thinking about what she’s doing.
Just the thought or mystery behind her actions just doesn’t make sense and keeps me guessing.
My wife and I went through a rough patch, and she was very angry. For years, she was fucking different men. But when she would come home from her "dates"she was always super horny and wanted to be intimate with me. I had no idea what she was doing and would always welcome the crazy sex. She told me about the cheating years here a while back and how it turned her on to have me eat her out and fuck her after another man had fucked her earlier. She found it humiliating toward me and that turned her on even more.
F(47) but this is a story when my hubby and me were going through a rough patch and I has ventured out of my marriage for the first. This was around 8 years ago and my hubby is still not aware of that misadventure of mine.
This is something I have never said out loud before and I need to get it off my chest.
I love being face fucked. The moment I even think about a thick cock forcing its way past my lips, stretching my jaw, and slamming into the back of my throat, my pussy starts getting wet.
Just writing this is making me drip.
I used to get so shameless about it with the young man i cheated with a few times. The second he said he wanted a blowjob I would already have my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in circles, because I knew exactly what was coming. He would fist my hair into a tight bun, yank my head where he wanted it, and just use my mouth like a hole while I fingered myself stupid.
One night is burned into my memory. This happened in my own house when my hubby was on tour and kids were away in hostel. The guilt of Cheating with another man in my own house made it even hotter. I was on my back on the couch with my head hanging off the edge so my throat was completely open. My hair was piled on the floor in front of the couch and he stood on it while he fucked my face. He grabbed both of my breasts hard pinching and pulling at my tits and used them as handles, driving deep, brutal strokes past my gag reflex.
Thick strings of spit and precum poured out of the corners of my mouth and ran down my cheeks and into my hair. My eyes watered, my nose ran, and I could barely breathe, but my free hand never stopped working my soaked pussy.
When he was about to cum he buried himself all the way inside my mouth, held me there choking and drooling, and unloaded. His acidic cum hit the back of my throat in heavy pulses and I had to gurgle it down while he kept my head locked in place. I came so hard I was leaking all over the couch cushions and my legs were trembling like leaves caught up in a wild storm.
That was the hardest I ever came in that entire cheating relationship.
I love when my hair is pulled, twisted, and used as a handle. There is something about the sharp sting in my scalp while a cock is buried in my throat that makes my pussy clench and leak even more.
Hubby and I have reconciled long back and now I dont cheat but yea that one tornado cheating fling always stays with me… one never knows what lays ahead.
That is everything.