I hope true stories are OK here. This one's very long (most likely too long...my apologies) but it's something I really can't share with anybody I know in my real life, unfortunately.
About two months ago, my girlfriend hung out at the home of her best friend and her husband. The husband’s best friend, “Mark” was there as well. The husband’s friend had mentioned that he had just gotten a new puppy so my girlfriend told him that we have a bunch of dog stuff that we no longer use and he was welcomed to it if he wants.
A few days later I came home from work and there was a strange car parked in my driveway. When I went inside, I saw my girl, sitting on the couch with the guy. They were each drinking a beer and talking and there was a small pile of dog paraphernalia near my door. My girl immediately introduced me to “Mark” and told me that he had come over to take the dog stuff and then asked if I wanted a beer as well. Shortly after that, “Mark” politely took the stuff and left. I didn’t think much of it.
A few days later, “Mark” stopped by again. On the day when my girl was off and I wasn’t. He called her and asked if he could stop by for some tips about raising his new puppy. My girlfriend said, “sure.” She told me about it after the fact and it was then that I started having a weird feeling about this guy. That first day I met him, I could see he was a good lucking guy and definitely came off gracious and even a bit charming. And my girlfriend is quite pretty and has a great body, so there’s no reason he wouldn’t be attracted to her.
Things got weirder when he came over on the next day my girl was off from work. Only this time, he asked to just stop by and hang out. And, of course, he conveniently left before I got home. And this time, my girl wasn’t so forthcoming about his visit. She only told me about it a couple days later.
Since then, it’s only gotten worse. My girl has come home late a few nights (something that has never happened before) and trips to the grocery store take WAY longer than they should. A friend has said that a car matching Mark’s has been in my driveway on a few occasions and, about a month ago, my girl called me at work after she got home from her job and told me she felt like catching a movie, so she might not be home when I get there. Again, my girl has never gone to see a movie by herself.
At the height of my suspicion, I actually told her to invite “Mark” over for a couple beers one night. She did…right away. And happily. The guy came over on a Friday night and we all had a few drinks. Mark showed pics of his puppy and my girl gushed. Every time I got up went to the kitchen, I noticed they were sitting closer together. At one point, I swear I thought I saw him rub on her knee and outer thigh only to quickly pull his hand back when he remembered I was there, but I might have just been seeing things.
The next Tuesday (my girl’s day off) I called her from work around lunch time. She didn’t answer. I called about twenty minutes later and this time she answered. Out of breath. I asked her what she was up to and she said, “working out” (which she genuinely does do daily.) Without giving any hint of suspicion I told her that I loved her and ended the call.
A week later, I planned to call her again. Again, around lunchtime. But this time I took my lunch hour and left work to drive by my house. Low and behold, Mark’s car was there. I drove a couple blocks and called her. No answer. I called about ten minutes later and, you guessed it, she answered. This time she said she had just being doing some laundry and vacuuming and her thoughts seemed scattered as if she was nervous or trying to create a story on the spot. I wanted to bust her and scream and yell and curse, but I couldn’t. I told her I loved her and wished her a good day. For the rest of the afternoon, I couldn't think about anything else. I ended up leaving work early and just sitting on a bench near a small lake by my house. When I finally got home, my girl saw something was wrong and spent the whole night trying to get me to tell her what was wrong…what I was thinking about. But I just stayed silent and did my best to pretend that I had no idea what was going on.
Now, before I go on, let me say that I’ve been with my girl since college. Ten years now. We’re monogamous and neither of us have ever cheated (that I know of) but, on three different occasions in the last three years, I watched her fuck another man. It was my idea. My fantasy. I loved the idea of being able to get fucked and enjoy herself and lose all inhibitions while I could just sit back and soak it all in. It was something we talked about for a while and finally made come true when the perfect situation presented itself. There was also one weird night where, after many drinks, she and I swapped partners with another couple that we were good friends with. But none of it was behind my back and none involved any romantic feelings for the other partner.
I don’t know why, but I never said anything. Even after the day I saw his car in my driveway. I just let it haunt my thoughts.
The next Tuesday (last week) I did the same thing, but this time I just drove by the house. I didn’t call. And, of course, “Mark’s” car was there. When I left work that afternoon, I spent the whole drive thinking of how I’d confront her. Would I tell her that I have proof of what’s going on or would I ask her and see if she’d tell the truth? I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. When I got home, there it was. “Mark’s” car was parked in front of my house.
I slowly opened the front door of my house wondering if I could “catch them.” I figured that maybe they lost track of time or something and didn’t realize that I was due home. But when I stepped inside, they weren’t there. I noticed the blinds on the back door were open. As I walked towards them, I saw my girl lying in a chair by our pool. She was in her bikini getting some sun while “Mark” was in the pool talking to her. As soon as a slid the glass doors open, she turned towards me and yelled, “Hey, baby!” and she opened her arms welcoming me to walk over and give her a hug and a kiss…which I did. She seemed genuinely happy to see me and said that “Mark” stopped by to return some of the dog stuff that he didn’t need and so she invited him to stay for a dip.
I was stunned by the whole thing. I just didn’t get it. Why would she be so brazen?
I ended up staying outside with them and “Mark” was conversing with me like we were friends. As a guy, he was almost likable. I brought out a few beers and pretended that everything was fine. When it got dark, “Mark” took off and my girl and I stayed outside. Neither of us said anything to each other.
That night, we got ready for bed. After we turned the light, I laid there for a minute and then, finally, I asked.
“You’re fucking him. Aren’t you?”
She was silent for about ten seconds.
“Yes.”
We both laid there for a minute or two, but it felt like much, much longer. She sat up, turned the light at her night stand on and said, “You knew I was.”
I just laid there. I was hurt and angry, but I didn’t know what I should say or how I should act. After a long silence, she got up and left the bedroom. I saw her walk off in an olive green tank top and matching panties and I couldn’t remember thinking about how I couldn’t let her go. Even after she broke my heart.
She came back a couple minutes later completely expressionless. She was holding her Macbook and she plopped it right on the bed where she had been laying. She took her glasses off of her nightstand and put ‘em on. She then crawled into bed next to, say Indian style and opened up her Macbook.
After about a few minutes, she opened up a folder full of videos. Each of the videos were of her and “Mark.” She played the first one for me and she was trembling as she did. Her face shot a look of nervousness that I’ve never seen before. She looked genuinely frightened and tears were welling up in her eyes. And in mine too.
When she hit Play, she looked at my face as I watched. In the video, she was looking into her camera and saying something, but the volume was off. After a moment of talking to the camera, an erect cock came into frame. It wasn’t my cock, but she was sucking it.
I was shocked and stunned and I looked at her without the ability to form a thought. She stopped that video and opened another. She raised the volume as she spoke in the vid. “I really hope I didn’t fuck up, baby. I hope you like this the way I think you will!” And, again, the video then showed her step back in the frame, naked and about to fuck a naked man who wasn’t me.
I was slowly beginning to piece things together. At the same time, it felt like I had the wind knocked out of me while a huge weight was lifted off of my chest...if that makes any sense. My girl opened another video and it was more of the same. A quick preamble to me and then fucking and sucking and moans and cum. There were six videos all together, but some were edited together from multiple “sessions.” She made them for me. She thought I’d like them. She HOPED I’d like them and the truth is that I did. And do.
I was still very hurt. But it was a hurt that I got over quickly. She lied to me. She cheated. She fucked another man behind my back over and over. But the fact that there was no romantic entanglement and the fact that I was in her thoughts while she did somehow made it alright.
It’s been just over a week since this whole thing ended and I must have watched the videos a dozen times. Some are better than others. One of has some bad angles and blocked shots and another one has way too much of "Mark's" voice that I tend to turn the volume down. Yesterday, at work, I sat in my chair and wondered what my girl was up to and that made me smile. There was no anger or mistrust once everything was in the open. She made the vids for me, but she clearly enjoyed making them quite a lot. And I really do love that. But next time I want to know about it beforehand. I love surprises, but sometimes they can end badly. Thankfully, this one didn't.
About two months ago, my girlfriend hung out at the home of her best friend and her husband. The husband’s best friend, “Mark” was there as well. The husband’s friend had mentioned that he had just gotten a new puppy so my girlfriend told him that we have a bunch of dog stuff that we no longer use and he was welcomed to it if he wants.
A few days later I came home from work and there was a strange car parked in my driveway. When I went inside, I saw my girl, sitting on the couch with the guy. They were each drinking a beer and talking and there was a small pile of dog paraphernalia near my door. My girl immediately introduced me to “Mark” and told me that he had come over to take the dog stuff and then asked if I wanted a beer as well. Shortly after that, “Mark” politely took the stuff and left. I didn’t think much of it.
A few days later, “Mark” stopped by again. On the day when my girl was off and I wasn’t. He called her and asked if he could stop by for some tips about raising his new puppy. My girlfriend said, “sure.” She told me about it after the fact and it was then that I started having a weird feeling about this guy. That first day I met him, I could see he was a good lucking guy and definitely came off gracious and even a bit charming. And my girlfriend is quite pretty and has a great body, so there’s no reason he wouldn’t be attracted to her.
Things got weirder when he came over on the next day my girl was off from work. Only this time, he asked to just stop by and hang out. And, of course, he conveniently left before I got home. And this time, my girl wasn’t so forthcoming about his visit. She only told me about it a couple days later.
Since then, it’s only gotten worse. My girl has come home late a few nights (something that has never happened before) and trips to the grocery store take WAY longer than they should. A friend has said that a car matching Mark’s has been in my driveway on a few occasions and, about a month ago, my girl called me at work after she got home from her job and told me she felt like catching a movie, so she might not be home when I get there. Again, my girl has never gone to see a movie by herself.
At the height of my suspicion, I actually told her to invite “Mark” over for a couple beers one night. She did…right away. And happily. The guy came over on a Friday night and we all had a few drinks. Mark showed pics of his puppy and my girl gushed. Every time I got up went to the kitchen, I noticed they were sitting closer together. At one point, I swear I thought I saw him rub on her knee and outer thigh only to quickly pull his hand back when he remembered I was there, but I might have just been seeing things.
The next Tuesday (my girl’s day off) I called her from work around lunch time. She didn’t answer. I called about twenty minutes later and this time she answered. Out of breath. I asked her what she was up to and she said, “working out” (which she genuinely does do daily.) Without giving any hint of suspicion I told her that I loved her and ended the call.
A week later, I planned to call her again. Again, around lunchtime. But this time I took my lunch hour and left work to drive by my house. Low and behold, Mark’s car was there. I drove a couple blocks and called her. No answer. I called about ten minutes later and, you guessed it, she answered. This time she said she had just being doing some laundry and vacuuming and her thoughts seemed scattered as if she was nervous or trying to create a story on the spot. I wanted to bust her and scream and yell and curse, but I couldn’t. I told her I loved her and wished her a good day. For the rest of the afternoon, I couldn't think about anything else. I ended up leaving work early and just sitting on a bench near a small lake by my house. When I finally got home, my girl saw something was wrong and spent the whole night trying to get me to tell her what was wrong…what I was thinking about. But I just stayed silent and did my best to pretend that I had no idea what was going on.
Now, before I go on, let me say that I’ve been with my girl since college. Ten years now. We’re monogamous and neither of us have ever cheated (that I know of) but, on three different occasions in the last three years, I watched her fuck another man. It was my idea. My fantasy. I loved the idea of being able to get fucked and enjoy herself and lose all inhibitions while I could just sit back and soak it all in. It was something we talked about for a while and finally made come true when the perfect situation presented itself. There was also one weird night where, after many drinks, she and I swapped partners with another couple that we were good friends with. But none of it was behind my back and none involved any romantic feelings for the other partner.
I don’t know why, but I never said anything. Even after the day I saw his car in my driveway. I just let it haunt my thoughts.
The next Tuesday (last week) I did the same thing, but this time I just drove by the house. I didn’t call. And, of course, “Mark’s” car was there. When I left work that afternoon, I spent the whole drive thinking of how I’d confront her. Would I tell her that I have proof of what’s going on or would I ask her and see if she’d tell the truth? I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. When I got home, there it was. “Mark’s” car was parked in front of my house.
I slowly opened the front door of my house wondering if I could “catch them.” I figured that maybe they lost track of time or something and didn’t realize that I was due home. But when I stepped inside, they weren’t there. I noticed the blinds on the back door were open. As I walked towards them, I saw my girl lying in a chair by our pool. She was in her bikini getting some sun while “Mark” was in the pool talking to her. As soon as a slid the glass doors open, she turned towards me and yelled, “Hey, baby!” and she opened her arms welcoming me to walk over and give her a hug and a kiss…which I did. She seemed genuinely happy to see me and said that “Mark” stopped by to return some of the dog stuff that he didn’t need and so she invited him to stay for a dip.
I was stunned by the whole thing. I just didn’t get it. Why would she be so brazen?
I ended up staying outside with them and “Mark” was conversing with me like we were friends. As a guy, he was almost likable. I brought out a few beers and pretended that everything was fine. When it got dark, “Mark” took off and my girl and I stayed outside. Neither of us said anything to each other.
That night, we got ready for bed. After we turned the light, I laid there for a minute and then, finally, I asked.
“You’re fucking him. Aren’t you?”
She was silent for about ten seconds.
“Yes.”
We both laid there for a minute or two, but it felt like much, much longer. She sat up, turned the light at her night stand on and said, “You knew I was.”
I just laid there. I was hurt and angry, but I didn’t know what I should say or how I should act. After a long silence, she got up and left the bedroom. I saw her walk off in an olive green tank top and matching panties and I couldn’t remember thinking about how I couldn’t let her go. Even after she broke my heart.
She came back a couple minutes later completely expressionless. She was holding her Macbook and she plopped it right on the bed where she had been laying. She took her glasses off of her nightstand and put ‘em on. She then crawled into bed next to, say Indian style and opened up her Macbook.
After about a few minutes, she opened up a folder full of videos. Each of the videos were of her and “Mark.” She played the first one for me and she was trembling as she did. Her face shot a look of nervousness that I’ve never seen before. She looked genuinely frightened and tears were welling up in her eyes. And in mine too.
When she hit Play, she looked at my face as I watched. In the video, she was looking into her camera and saying something, but the volume was off. After a moment of talking to the camera, an erect cock came into frame. It wasn’t my cock, but she was sucking it.
I was shocked and stunned and I looked at her without the ability to form a thought. She stopped that video and opened another. She raised the volume as she spoke in the vid. “I really hope I didn’t fuck up, baby. I hope you like this the way I think you will!” And, again, the video then showed her step back in the frame, naked and about to fuck a naked man who wasn’t me.
I was slowly beginning to piece things together. At the same time, it felt like I had the wind knocked out of me while a huge weight was lifted off of my chest...if that makes any sense. My girl opened another video and it was more of the same. A quick preamble to me and then fucking and sucking and moans and cum. There were six videos all together, but some were edited together from multiple “sessions.” She made them for me. She thought I’d like them. She HOPED I’d like them and the truth is that I did. And do.
I was still very hurt. But it was a hurt that I got over quickly. She lied to me. She cheated. She fucked another man behind my back over and over. But the fact that there was no romantic entanglement and the fact that I was in her thoughts while she did somehow made it alright.
It’s been just over a week since this whole thing ended and I must have watched the videos a dozen times. Some are better than others. One of has some bad angles and blocked shots and another one has way too much of "Mark's" voice that I tend to turn the volume down. Yesterday, at work, I sat in my chair and wondered what my girl was up to and that made me smile. There was no anger or mistrust once everything was in the open. She made the vids for me, but she clearly enjoyed making them quite a lot. And I really do love that. But next time I want to know about it beforehand. I love surprises, but sometimes they can end badly. Thankfully, this one didn't.
