How I cheated on my husband. Stories from wives about cheating from real life. A wife tells her husband how she cheated.

And then HE appeared! my first lover! For the first time in a long time, I started losing weight without noticing it! I started wearing my hair down, which is quite long, and putting on makeup for my eyes... the changes were noticeable on my face! those. I wanted people to look at me! and I knew they were watching! and they like what they see! From this, accordingly, I began to get a buzz))

It was my husband’s friend (!) They were not friends for long, 2-3 years. I knew him all this time. we talked... and, apparently, from fairly close communication, something in my mind began to push me into interesting fantasies... and I really love to fantasize. If only I had known that then it wasn’t only in my head that I had such sexual fantasies))) it turns out that we developed a crush almost at the same time, but no one dared to say. and perhaps nothing would have happened if not for problems in family life... constant reproaches, scandals, misunderstandings, etc.!!! I'm so sick of it!!! rumors about divorce began to appear almost every day! but then a more compelling argument arose - children! and here is a man who looks at me with hungry eyes, ready at any time of the day or night to rush even to the outskirts of the city in order to take me home, who listens to me for hours, worries with me, advises, lives with my thoughts... I again felt something, how I felt when I met my husband.

We dated for a month before our first “bed.” these secret dates, in restaurants and cafes that I would never go to)) night texts... fleeting glances in people... it all drove me crazy. I just enjoyed what was happening! Something... different has appeared in my life! something that made the heart beat faster and the adrenaline went through the roof!!

When we kissed for the first time, I felt so excited!!! warmth in the lower abdomen, dizziness... how I missed these emotions!
that time I was ready to give myself to him right in the car! I was stopped by the lack of time, and quite frequent calls from my husband, I began to suspect something. I decided not to risk it and went home.

We were in nature, relaxing in a large group. It was late, everyone was going home, the three of us went. HE lives in the next entrance. They came to our house to sort things out, and my husband lay down with one of the children, tired from the day, working his ass off. Yes, and he falls asleep very quickly. we went outside to “smoke”)) started kissing... my mind was already clouded by alcohol, and then there were his kisses... I decided to just “turn off” my head! so that she doesn’t bother me and doesn’t pester me with highly moral reproaches!!! without asking, he confidently took me into his apartment, laid me on his soft bed... what I did to him... in the morning I was even ashamed to remember! Either I wanted him so much and for a long time, or I just wanted new sensations... we tumbled in bed for 2 hours! Only in the morning did I realize how much I was taking a risk... but at that moment I simply didn’t care what was happening in the whole world!
then I just got dressed and went home, where my husband and children were quietly sleeping peacefully...

Still from the movie "Fifty Shades Darker"

I have been married for 5 years and have a child. I love my husband, he is a great father and husband. Before him, I had relationships with two other men, but nothing worked out with them for various reasons. But right now his attitude has somehow changed, some kind of aggression towards me, probably even angry.

We have a problem: he doesn’t suit me in bed, but I really love this business and want to do it. He knows that I am not happy, he knows that I don’t have much pleasure with him. How to continue to live with this? None of the options help.

I often began to have dirty thoughts, and I also have a fan with whom we communicate online (not even one, but two fans, it’s just that the second one is not so active and writes rarely). He knows about our problem, has wanted me for a long time and offers help. But I’m afraid, I can’t decide to cheat on my husband. It seems that I will betray him (my husband) with this act, but, on the other hand, I want to understand whether I can experience orgasms at all.

We sat, talked, secretly stroked each other’s feet, and my husband sat next to him and did not notice anything. When he went to the toilet, his friend put my hand on his jeans - he was very ready. We were both shocked by what happened. I periodically went to the toilet, then to the bathroom to cool down.

The husband went to bed. We sat, looked at each other and were shocked by it all. Then there was a kiss. We both didn’t want to go to sleep, we wanted continuation, terrible interest and fear. It’s scary to do anything at home when his wife and my husband are sleeping next to him. Maybe I should have gone to bed, but I saw that he just didn’t want to sleep.

We went outside, found the entrance - passion, kisses, I was shaking all over, contact began - and he immediately came. I was terribly disappointed, he was in a hurry to go home so that no one would suspect anything, he was afraid that this might be revealed, that I would tell someone.

All I have left in my soul is this: I couldn’t decide to cheat for so long, and when it happened, it greatly disappointed me. On the one hand, there is a logical explanation: terrible overexcitation and that’s why everything happened so quickly for him our first time. But now I can’t think about anything else - I want to finish what I started, and that’s it. And having sex with two men at the same time is somehow unusual...

They left, and the next morning I behaved as if nothing had happened. I wasn’t ashamed in front of my husband - he himself provoked me with his offensive words, I felt uncomfortable in front of my friend, my friend’s wife. But she herself talked so much about how passionate he was and how he constantly wanted sex and how he threatened her that he would take a mistress. I didn’t expect such fear from him, such indecisiveness, that he, as a man, did not bring the matter with me to the end, realizing that I was left unsatisfied (in theory, he should be ashamed, knowing that this is exactly what happened with my husband) problem).

Have you ever seen a woman cheating on her husband? Admire it. It's me. I cheat on my husband and at the same time love him very much. There's nothing wrong with my marriage. My husband is intelligent, successful, kind, caring and faithful to me. And yet I go to great lengths again and again. Adultery, romance, affair, leftist - whatever you call it, but I can’t live without it.

So, how did I end up living like this? I don't know where to start. Probably from the beginning. The beginning is a good place to start a story. At least that's what Mary Poppins thought. In general, I got married. House, husband, dog. Everything was great, everything was wonderful. But one day, two years after the wedding, I opened my chest of drawers and was stunned: my laundry was neatly folded in it. In piles. Cotton pajamas, practical briefs with wide elastic bands. Everything is like the old lady... I sat down on the floor and cried. Where are my lace, prickly bras? Where are my awkward, twisted garters? Where is all that beauty, that uniform of love? How did it happen that I left big sex and didn’t even notice it?

That same evening I made an attempt to revive my former passion. I danced a striptease for my husband in front of a vacuum cleaner standing in the corner. The husband smiled: “Baby, thank you for the great performance! But I have an important meeting tomorrow, and I’m falling off my feet.” Next time I decided to surprise him with something even more unusual. In one magazine I found an article “How to seduce your own husband” and underlined in pencil the most successful advice, in my opinion: “At a noisy party, whisper to him that you forgot to put on panties. You will be pleasantly surprised to see how excited he is!” Anticipating my husband's excitement, I left my comfortable panties at home when we went to dinner with my mother-in-law. In the midst of a lively family conversation (“There’s not enough pepper in the cabbage rolls, don’t you think?”) I leaned over to my husband and blurted out: “I’m not wearing panties!” He choked: “Natasha, are you senile? How can you forget to put on your panties?”

No, everything was fine in bed. We have not yet reached the stage of “Sex? What is this?”, but we have already gotten used to each other. To each other's smell, to each other's body. We no longer needed to discover anything new and be surprised by discoveries. We felt comfortable and good. We slept like spoons in a box. But when I read the book “Bridget Jones's Diary,” for some reason I understood it very well: “If there is a God in the world, I would like to ask him (although it is clear that I am deeply grateful to Him for the fact that Daniel unexpectedly and inexplicably turned into a completely regular character after such a long period of brainwashing) make sure that Daniel does not go to bed in the evening in pajamas and reading glasses, stares at a book for twenty-five minutes, and then turns off the light and turns away - and again turn him into naked, full of frenzied passion, the sexual beast I knew and loved."

The problem was that, unlike Bridget, I knew very well: it is impossible to enter the same river twice. It will never be like the first time with my husband. Never again will we “blush with a suffocating wave, barely touching our sleeves.” There will never be the worry of “Will he call or won’t he?” The heart will never skip a beat: “Oh my God, how he smiles!” You'll never feel like you're on a swing when he kisses you for the first time...

In general, I began to look at handsome young people and, as it were, try them on for myself: “Would this one suit me?”, “I wonder, what about this in bed?”, “Oh, how great it would be to be in these powerful anterior radial...". I did not pester men with immodest proposals. But she no longer rejected their little signs of attention. She was a little flirtatious. Laughed. She allowed herself to be touched as if by chance. I wasn't going to open the door that held all these sinful possibilities. I just thought that I would look into it through a small crack...

But when I met one wonderful guy and, as they say, my mind was blown away, I didn’t think twice about it. There were only four reasons not to have an affair (in descending order of importance):

1. Ugly underwear.
2. I could get pregnant or catch AIDS.
3. Where?
4. I have a husband.

The answers were found quite quickly, in about a second and a half:

1. Don't care!
2. Condoms are now of high quality.
3. Or at least in the car.
4. He won't get hurt.

I kicked open the mysterious door. And only when I got into this wonderful world called “Let’s get to know each other better,” I realized how much I missed it. It was a fantastic novel! I ran around on dates, making up an alibi, like a girl. I couldn’t get enough of it, I couldn’t breathe enough of my unexpected happiness. We called each other a hundred times a day. We were hiding. We recognized each other by touch. We fell into the abyss and flew up to the skies... We flew for two months. Then my lover cooled down, and nothing froze inside me anymore when his name was displayed on the phone display. We calmed down. This is quite natural - wild passion with inevitable cosmic overloads never lasts forever - and then we either had to build some kind of serious relationship, or walk in circles, moving further and further away from each other, or break up without further explanation. The first was impossible - although I had some feelings for this person, I understood that they could not be compared with the feelings for my husband, tried and true, like a rock. Of course, a lover is always clean-shaven, he doesn’t walk around the house in an old tracksuit and doesn’t slam the window in the bedroom at the moment when you want it to be open. But I understood: maybe the grass on the other lawn seems greener, but it also needs to be cut. Why start all over again with someone I barely know? We broke up.

But since then I began to cheat on my husband from time to time. Unlike men, a woman practically does not have to strain if she decides to cheat. There are always plenty of people willing. And there is no need to whistle. All you have to do is come to the bar and smile. But the motives for female infidelity are in many ways similar to male ones. This is exactly the conclusion I came to when I tried to explain to myself why I needed lovers.

Sexual diversity

It is not true that only men love variety. Women also yearn for novelty. It’s just that some people in this case, while having sex, close their eyes and imagine Brad Pitt or neighbor Alexei Kartoshkin instead of their husband. In addition, women, like men, want to try something unusual - for example, a threesome. It’s scary to suggest this to your husband - what if he falls in love with the other one? Or will the family cease to be a family, and turn into a den of debauchees? It is better to conduct such experiments with a lover.

Emotional doping

Married life is Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday... You wake up, have breakfast, go to work, come home, have dinner, have sex... Bored? Partly. But deep down you understand that this is real life. You understand that it is impossible to live your whole life on an emotional high. You understand that you need this stability, this rear, where you all will be comfortable: you, your spouse, your children, and your dog Tyafa. But you also know very well that time passes and if a man has a chance to be a desired sexual object even at seventy, then you are unlikely to succeed. That’s why you’re in a hurry to live, you’re in a hurry to get everything done, you’re in a hurry to hear as many discordant “I love you!” as possible before the final credits roll. Besides, all these dates and the feeling of risk excite the blood so much.

Way to get fit

Your husband knows you inside and out. Another thing is a lover. You can’t just walk barefoot past him in a nightgown, set the alarm clock and, sitting next to him in bed, say: “Oh, something shot in my back. Massage, please...” For your lover, you strive to be cellulite-free, silky-skinned, flexible-backed and crepe-chested young chamois. And for as long as possible. During your affairs, the surrounding beauty salons become rich, and you become prettier right before your eyes.

Self-affirmation

Some men are afraid to get involved with married women. It seems to them that women don’t just have affairs, but only dream of how to ruin their men’s lives. For example, they know how to drag someone into the registry office, they’ve already tried it. Why they thought they were being hunted is unknown. A married woman needs a lover, by and large, for self-affirmation. Seeing another man at my feet, I mentally draw a star on the fuselage: “I’m young. Sexy. I’m still wow!”

Of course, I don’t tell everyone I meet about my infidelities. Even if one of my friends finds out about my next novel and is perplexed, I make a meaningful face and explain: “Life is a complicated thing.” Whoever came up with this phrase should have a monument erected. “Life is a complicated thing” - and that’s it!

There is only one person to whom I cannot answer like that. But he doesn't ask me anything yet. And I hope that the time when he puts his head in his hands and asks “Why? Lord, why?” never comes.

Natalia Neizvestnaya

If this happens:

Don't throw away all your closed and practical panties one day, replacing them with sexy little strings. Change your intimate wardrobe gradually, giving your husband time to get used to your new preferences.
Come up with some non-existent hobby that, firstly, will allow you to leave home often, and secondly, will not require material embodiment. The Brahmaputra Witness Club or the Global Warming Action Society would be suitable.
Exercise in the evenings. Let it be not just jogging in the park, but classes at a sports club, after which you need to take a shower.
In the evening, turn off the sound on your mobile phone - it is at this time that lovers begin to crave romantic SMS messages and it will be difficult to convince your husband that it was just your mother who wanted to wish you good night at 23.45.
Even if you are sure that your husband will never rummage through your things, still destroy traces: clear your phone of unnecessary messages, your pockets of yesterday’s movie tickets, and your purse of tubes of spermicide.
Let condoms be your lover's concern. You can, of course, tell your husband that condoms, like a gas canister, should be in your purse in case of an attack by a rapist, but this, you must admit, sounds unconvincing.
Try not to look too happy. If you've never sung in the bathroom, then there's no point in starting.
Watch your speech carefully. After all, in response to your passing slip - “The food in that new restaurant is so bad” - your husband may quite reasonably ask: “When and with whom were you there, dear?”
Do not refuse sex with your legal spouse, even if your illegal lover satisfies you to the fullest.
Don't faint if you violate any of the above guidelines. We all know very well that most men don’t see beyond their noses, and yours most likely won’t understand what’s what either, even if you say after a family dinner: “The Narcissians are inviting us to ski on Sunday, and I I'm cheating on you." But still, you shouldn’t give your spouse more signals than a traffic controller at an intersection.
I almost forgot! If you suddenly decide to write an article about your infidelities (anything can happen in this world), use a pseudonym.

I found myself in a very unpleasant situation. And through my own fault. I have been dating a married man for six months now. At the beginning of our relationship with my wife, he was connected only on paper, they even lived separately. But due to their common child and his wife’s refusal to divorce, they were still officially considered spouses. Therefore, I was not particularly tormented by doubts and remorse. Anything can happen...

And everything was great for us. He spent almost all his time with me. It feels like we were on a never-ending honeymoon. True, it really bothered me that he refused to live with me. I kept finding reasons to put it off until later. Either the child gets sick, or finances don’t allow it, and he doesn’t want to sit on my neck... In general, it’s a bunch of excuses.

Well, I didn’t understand this before. I looked at him through rose-colored glasses and believed every word. Until I decided to visit him in the morning without warning. I wanted to make a surprise... And I found his wife at his house, in a towel and without makeup!

It was so humiliating and insulting! He cheated on me with a woman with whom, according to him, he had only a business relationship a long time ago... And it is unknown how long this lasted. Maybe our whole relationship was built on deception... Maybe we never had anything real!

Actually, what was I thinking?! It's her own fault... Of course, now he swears that it only happened once. That he loves me, wants to live his life with me. That she will get divorced soon. But I really doubt it. And now I’m not sure that I need such a relationship. I don't think I can forgive him and start over.

I regret that I didn’t go to my lover

I cheated on my husband. Many times, with the same person... I don’t feel any remorse, except perhaps pity for my spouse.

I married him not so much out of great love, but rather because I was no longer young. Well, of course, I really liked him at that time. But with the beginning of their life together, everything went down the drain. Indecisive, soft-bodied, always sitting on the couch in front of the TV... All he could do around the house was take out the trash and occasionally go to the store! There is zero attention to me.

At first I suffered, tormenting myself with all sorts of stupid thoughts. But then Maxim appeared in my life, a man completely different from my husband. The new acquaintance turned out to be a sociable, cheerful and very active guy, and soon we began a romantic relationship.

Then I just flew on wings. I've never had anything like this before! I spent all my free time with him - we even rented a shared apartment, especially for our meetings. With him I finally felt like a woman!

After some time, Maxim began to insist that I move in with him. But I couldn’t bring myself to leave my husband, although my husband at that time seemed like just a roommate to me - we even slept in separate beds...

Everything resolved itself - my husband decided to check my phone, which he had never done before, and read the correspondence with his lover. There was a “debriefing”, during which it cried terribly and begged to stay with him! My husband’s tears caused a storm of emotions in me: pity, self-loathing, disgust at the fact that he does not behave like a man, but simply cries!

In general, I didn’t leave then. I could not. And Maxim... Maxim stopped “waiting by the sea for weather.” Now he lives with another girl and probably doesn’t even remember me! He didn’t even pick up the phone when I wanted to congratulate him on his birthday...

How I regret not leaving! That she stayed with her husband and was afraid to leave her usual life. Is this for life?! My husband didn’t pay any more attention to me, except that now he suspects me of all mortal sins. And I’m generally going crazy, constantly thinking about Maxim. It’s like I’m living a parallel life with him. And I regret, I regret what I didn’t do!

Husband wants to become a swinger

Let me start by saying that I love my husband very much. She’s been married for seven years, but her feelings for him seem to have become even stronger. Unfortunately, he cannot respond in kind. He is constantly missing something - he is always looking for some new sensations, emotions. So, apparently, he’s tired of our relationship...

For a very long time he has been trying to persuade me to meet another couple for “sex communication”! Only I am completely against it. Terrible! I can’t even imagine how four of us can do this. Or watching my husband do this to a complete stranger... I don't think it will strengthen our marriage or feelings.

And he is already “living” with this idea. I registered on various sites, corresponded with swingers on behalf of the two of us. I often find links to porn sites in his browser history... Watching such videos apparently excites him more than his living wife.

I don’t understand how he can even admit such a possibility. Does he really care who I have sex with, who I cheat on him with?!

What's not enough for him? I am ready for any experiments, if, of course, they concern the two of us. I never refuse him sex, I support his intimate fantasies. But this... This is too much! I hope that he will be allowed in soon, because I definitely will not agree to such a practice.

He says he loves two people

Our marriage is 6 years old. There is a wonderful child, my own home, normal income, and everything is good in sex. I used to think that I had an ideal family and an ideal husband. So, it happened that I would sometimes drink with friends and sit at work until the last minute, but I always found time for my daughter and me. I couldn’t even think that he could have someone else!

Well, was it possible to suspect anything when he always answered my calls, warned me if he was late... Now I understand that I called as a diversion, and then with a clear conscience went to another woman! I still can’t wrap my head around it!

I probably wouldn’t have guessed if he hadn’t decided to confess... He said that he loved both her and me... That it had been like this for a long time... I thought it would pass, he was afraid of losing me. But it didn't work.

It was like a bolt from the blue. At first I didn’t even realize what he was telling me. And then it broke through - she sobbed, collected his things to throw him out the door. How terrible it was! But he didn’t go anywhere then. He said that he loves me and does not want to destroy our family. But at the same time, I’m not ready to end my relationship with someone else!

I love him, I love him very much! All this time I unconditionally believed him, did everything for his sake. And at this time he was having fun with his second “love”. I wouldn’t be surprised if he later has a third one...

But I don't want to live like that. I can't stand the knowledge that he's with another woman while I'm babysitting his baby. I don’t believe that you can love two people, and I’m unlikely to ever believe it. I have to find the strength to break up with him.

Left for his pregnant mistress

When Vanya and I met, all my friends were jealous of me. The fact is that he is from a very wealthy family, manages his father’s inherited business and, of course, does not need money. We liked each other, started dating, and a year later he proposed to me. How happy I was when we got married! It seemed to me that I would be with this person forever, that it couldn’t be any other way, that he really truly loved me.

Even before the wedding, he and I decided that we would not rush into having children. Firstly, because both are still young, and secondly, because they want to travel more, engage with each other, enjoy romance and carefreeness. After visiting the doctor, I regularly took contraceptive pills and was sure that everything was fine and going as it should. However, after 1.5 years of marriage, he simply came and announced that he was leaving.

As it turned out, my Ivan did not burden himself with marital fidelity and cheated on me with one girl. Precisely a girl, because she is only 19. So, this smart girl didn’t even think about using protection and, of course, got pregnant. She had no intention of having an abortion. I waited until the 4th month and then told my husband about the news. It is dangerous to do something at such a time, moreover, Ivan’s fatherly feelings suddenly awoke, and he decided that she would certainly give birth to the heir to his “business empire.” Well, in order for everything to be truly “humane,” he decided to file for divorce.

It turns out that he doesn’t have that much love for me, since he so easily decided to leave me for the sake of the “future heir,” who, by the way, may not be from him at all. It's painful and offensive.

All men cheat

I used to love my husband madly. Our relationship started out great. Both had just finished school and entered the same institute. It was all there: sparkling eyes, gifts, and the first kiss... He said that I was his only one, and that no one else was needed. And I, of course, believed.

They got married, a child was born. And the first mistress appeared. I found out about this by accident - I read their heated correspondence with intimate details on the laptop while he was not at home. She threw him a wild row, threw things at him, and then kicked him out of the house. I thought I wouldn't forgive you.

But she couldn't live without him. This pain cannot be described when you wake up in the morning and there is no one nearby. Only his things, clothes that had such a familiar smell... And he always came home and asked for forgiveness. One day he came at night and didn’t kick me out. It remained that way.

A few months later I found out about another girl. To an employee. Good people whispered, and the faithful confessed himself. He said he only had one with her once. Nothing serious. Forgave me again.

A year passed, and a third appeared. Well, or I don’t know anything about the previous ones. He talked with her for a long time. I created a second page on Facebook and corresponded secretly for several months. Like, I love you, I kiss you, I want to see you soon...

Just like that. I still haven’t told my husband anything, I’m waiting to see what happens next. The cats are scratching at my very soul, everything is falling out of my hands. But it’s not at all the same as it was the first time. Previously, this would have been the end of the world for me, but now I can survive it. Strange…

All I think about is that I'm not young anymore. That I must at all costs save our family and ensure the future of my child. Even if for this I have to turn a blind eye to my spouse’s “temporary hobbies.”

I chose the faithful and reliable

She started dating Rustam rather because she felt sorry for him. I have known him since childhood, and all this time he has literally hovered around me. I refused him twice because I didn’t like him, but the third time I agreed. To tell the truth, I never started to like him - dependent, soft, driven, timid - but I decided that it was better for now at least with someone than completely alone.

We've been together for almost two years. Honestly, there is not much in our relationship that I would like. I myself am a hot, temperamental person, I want some kind of storm of emotions. He is different: loyal, affectionate, caring. And he can cook dinner himself if I’m late, and give a massage at night, and clean up - without any mannerisms like “this is not a man’s business.”

Recently I met Artem. Spectacular, tall, he immediately attracted my attention, and on the second day of meeting me he just picked me up and kissed me. This is temperament! This is what I've been looking for for so long! I decided to break up with Rustam. I told him everything as it was. To my surprise, he only said, “I see, okay, now let’s have dinner, while I’ll draw you a bath.” I began to explain to him that I was leaving, but he didn’t seem to take it seriously... I took my things and left. Three days later, I learned from a mutual friend that Rustam tried to commit suicide; he was literally pulled out of the noose. She immediately rushed towards him.

While driving to the hospital I realized everything for myself, that’s when everything became clear and fell into place. Yes, of course, passion is amazing, but I understand perfectly well that it will end sooner or later, and here there is a person who, despite everything, still seems to love me, who needs me so much that he doesn’t wanted to live without me. When I entered the room, there was no longer any doubt - I immediately calmed him down and said that I would return home today, and everything would be the same with us again.

The point here is not pity, and not that I made concessions to him. I just probably realized that happiness is sometimes not completely different from what you imagine it to be, and a warm dinner is sometimes much more important than passionate kisses.

Pay

When I was 20, I was very easy about fleeting relationships with men. We can say that I didn’t really bother about this at all. I wasn’t interested in any serious relationships; I wanted freedom, to have fun, and not think about anything. It often happened that there was a man for one night. However, my longest relationship was with a married man. No, I don’t brag about it at all and I don’t think that it makes me somehow cooler. It just happened – it’s a fact. My conscience didn't bother me then.

5 years later. I guess I've matured. I'm tired of all these fly-by-night guys. I’ve been married for a year now, and up to a certain point it seemed to me that everything was fine in my life. But recently I began to notice that my husband behaves a little differently than before. Either they have an off-site corporate event for the whole weekend, or they urgently needed to go out on Saturday, or they just needed to stay late. And most importantly, then he comes and seems to avoid looking me in the eyes, becomes attentive and soft, as if he is hiding something and wants to avoid questions. At first, I thought I was paranoid. Then this began to happen regularly and alarm me.

I decided to get into my phone. Of course, it’s ugly, but I wanted to understand what was going on. From his phone, he was just online on a social network, a correspondence was opened with a girl... In general, they have been dating for 7 months. I even felt dizzy. Is he really cheating on me?! We have a family! We are planning children! How so?! I went to this girl’s page: she is 19 years old, a student, not from a poor family, and dresses well, judging by the photo. She's 19!

I sat and thought about all this for a long time. At first I silently scolded her for a long time for sleeping with a married man. Then him - for not appreciating our relationship. And then I realized that the most ironic thing about all this is that I myself was in her place. So maybe this is just payback?

We were in a hurry to leave

It so happened that our relationship with Sasha developed very quickly. It’s not exactly love at first sight, but we somehow immediately liked each other and started dating. A month later we were already living together.

Almost as soon as we moved in together, problems began. It’s one thing when you just see each other and spend time together, but having a common life, a budget, and sharing common square meters is quite another. The first couple of weeks, however, everything was great. We made love all our free time, bought a lot of goodies and hardly left the house, watching movies on the Internet. Over time, it simply became clear that we were completely different people, and in general, we didn’t know each other well.

I began to get annoyed by the way he ate and how untidy he dressed. It turned out that we simply had nothing to talk about, because our range of interests was limited to knowledge about the structure of cars and computer toys. It became a burden for me to be around him; I constantly wanted to leave the house, spend leisure time with friends, or just go somewhere without him. This couldn't go on for long, so we decided to break up.

As a rule, in such cases people leave and that’s it. But the fact is that I have nowhere to go, I am not from this city. While I’m looking for a new place to live (and this is a long and troublesome task), I decided that I’ll live with him. He didn't mind. For some time after the breakup, we continued to maintain an intimate relationship, but then this also became unpleasant for me. He found a way out of the situation.

I found a comfort girl on a dating site. Where can they retire? Of course, “he” has! The apartment is one-room, so they are locked either in the bathroom or in the kitchen. At the same time, for them I am just some kind of furniture that is in the living room. They calmly walk past me, giggling, half naked...

The last time I woke up at night from unambiguous sounds that came from the kitchen. And then I realized that I was hurt and offended. It seems like I was the initiator of the breakup, but I still feel jealous. After all, he was once mine and loved only my body!

I lay there and cried, and I tried to understand everything: maybe I was offended because I was still not indifferent to him, and these problems were simply a test of strength? After all, young couples sometimes have crises that they just have to wait out and overcome... Are we in a hurry to break up?

For what?

I don't know how much longer I can last? Marriage is like war. We got married 5 years ago. He was a newcomer, but he looked after me so generously, quickly became part of my circle of acquaintances, and became friends with my parents. I probably fell in love with him at that moment. I never really enjoyed the attention of guys, maybe that’s why I fell for it. It’s rude, because looking back at the past and observing the present, I can’t say otherwise. A year ago our son was born. And from then on it all began. Constant parties after work, alcohol, and even flirting behind my back. Recently I caught him texting with an old friend. I cried. I didn’t know him the way he described himself to her. He wrote to her about meetings, about her forms, about his desires for her. I made a scandal for him. In the end, he made himself offended that I got into his phone, that he had so much work to do, that sometimes he just needs to be distracted. She told him to leave. And in response, instead of “I’m sorry, I love you,” I heard, my son lives here and I will live, I have nowhere else to go. Filing for divorce is probably the most logical action on my part. But his son loves him so much. Create for him the appearance of a family. But until when? I keep everything to myself, I feel from understatement and anger towards him, I have nervous breakdowns. I'm stumped.

I want to tell you how I cheated on my husband, why I did it and what ultimately came out of this story. I have been married for 5 years and have a child. I love my husband, he is a great father and husband. Before him, I had relationships with two other men, but nothing worked out with them for various reasons. But right now his attitude has somehow changed, some kind of aggression towards me, probably even angry.

I often began to have dirty thoughts, and I also have a fan with whom we communicate online (not even one, but two fans, it’s just that the second one is not as active on the site and writes rarely). He knows about our problem, has wanted me for a long time and offers help. But I’m afraid, I can’t decide to cheat on my husband. It seems that I will betray him (my husband) with this act, but, on the other hand, I want to understand whether I can experience orgasms at all.

Friends came to visit us that week; we’ve been friends for a long time. It so happened that everyone went to bed, we sat and chatted with my friend and husband, my husband spoke badly about me and scolded me. I don’t know how it happened that our legs were touching his friend’s, everything that my husband said was unpleasant to me, for some reason I began to touch my friend’s leg more and more often... We sat, talked, secretly stroked each other’s legs, and next to The husband sat and did not notice anything. When he went to the toilet, his friend put my hand on his jeans - he was very ready. We were both shocked by what happened. I periodically went to the toilet, then to the bathroom to cool down.

The husband went to bed. We sat, looked at each other's site and were shocked by it all. Then there was a kiss, then there was petting. We both didn’t want to go to sleep, we wanted continuation, terrible interest and fear. It’s scary to do anything at home when his wife and my husband are sleeping next to him. Maybe I should have gone to bed, but I saw that he just didn’t want to sleep.

I only had a bitter feeling in my soul: I couldn’t decide to cheat for so long, and when it happened, it greatly disappointed me. On the one hand, there is a logical explanation: terrible overexcitation and that’s why everything happened so quickly for him our first time. But now I can’t think about anything else - I want to finish what I started, and that’s it. And having sex with two men at the same time is somehow unusual...

They left, the next morning I behaved as if nothing had happened. I was not ashamed in front of my husband - he himself provoked me with his offensive words, I felt uncomfortable in front of my friend, my friend’s wife. But she herself talked so much about how passionate he was and how he constantly wanted sex and how he threatened her that he would take a mistress. I didn’t expect such fear from him, such indecisiveness, that he, as a man, did not bring the matter with me to the end, realizing that I was left unsatisfied (in theory, he should be ashamed, knowing that this is exactly what happened with my husband) problem).