Short Story: My Wife is a Serial Cheater
 

My Wife is a Serial Cheater

I was watching the small screen of my iPhone and I could see my living room through a discreetly installed camera. I smoked as I watched my wife kissing another man in front of the sofa and both collapsed onto it passionately, on my iPhone screen.

The guy unbuttoned her shirt and her black bra was revealed. He buried his head in her breast area and she seemed to be enjoying it. Her eyes closed, her legs spread wide open and then wrapped around the guy’s waist.

I continued to smoke and watch silently.

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I am the same age as my wife, we met each other at university and have been together since then. We are both 33 years old this year. So, we have been a couple for more than a decade.

We have been married for 4 years and we don’t plan to have kids. While I personally want kids, my wife does not subscribe to that and I respect her decision. I guess it was not really a deal-breaker for me back then. However, if I am being honest, it’s starting to mess with my head now more than ever as most of my peers are becoming parents themselves.

A few years ago, we both bought ourselves a resale flat on the west side and gleefully adopted a cat despite HDB’s no-cat rule. Things have been ok at best, work has been fine for me (fantastic for her), although sex is close to minimal.

She just seems so busy and tired most of the time. She has a bigger role and responsibility at work than me, and she earns more than me. She said I won’t be able to understand her as leading a team is very different from being an individual contributor like me at work.

I have to request or beg for a handjob or a blowjob from time to time, and I get them every once or twice a month. Yes, that’s pretty much it. Sexual intercourse? Once or twice every quarter.

I know it’s very pathetic, and I did try to engage in prostitution behind her. I found out I just couldn’t engage in any intimacy with a prostitute or a stranger, it’s just not for me. I won’t and I don’t dare to kiss them, and kissing is a big deal for me. A kiss-less sex is not sex for me. It’s just glorified masturbation and a very expensive one, at least in my humble opinion.

So I just watch porn, wank myself off, and occasionally get a handjob or a blowjob from her. It’s crazy that she hasn’t been very into penetrative sex in the past few years.

I thought to myself, ok if both of us are not getting enough sex and yet we still love each other, so be it, sex shouldn’t define our relationship. And in fact, we don’t lack intimacy. We have a lot of hugs, and kisses, just not sex. She wants hugs and kisses from me too.

So if you ask, why are you still with her? I guess it’s really because I love her. I believe she loves me too. After all, she loves cuddling with me when she feels like it, right?

Also, she is pretty and attractive. She works out, she does yoga, and her body shape is still flawless. I still get to spank her perky round firm ass whenever I want, I still get to fondle her C-cup breasts whenever I want. I love her pink inverted nipples, they still turn me on after all these years. Most importantly, she tolerates my dad body and never asks me to change.

She accepts me. I love her.

Or so I thought. Until I accidentally read her WhatsApp text on her laptop last year.

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We never pry into each other’s privacies. In fact, she doesn’t know my device passcode, and neither do I. Yet fatefully, I just had that curiosity to look into her texts that night when the chance presented itself to me.

She was asleep and her work laptop was still on. So, after a deep breath, I just scrolled through her texts. I didn’t know what to expect, I was just curious about her persona with her colleagues.

My first impression was “Wow she texts with a lot of guys”.

Then there was a text from a guy named Richard that caught my attention.

“Miss being inside of you already.”, that was the last text my wife received from this guy Richard.

Was Richard her manager? I was thinking out loud while my heart shattered. I thought Richard is married and has like two kids.

I scrolled through the entirety of their chat records. Some examples of their texts:

Richard: “You sure it’s ok to shoot inside?”
My wife: “I am on birth control pills no worries ok”

My wife: “Please don’t plant hickey on me next time, my husband will notice.”
Richard: “Can I plant it under your boobies? Hehe”
I remembered and I just thought it was some bruises or allergies.

My wife: “Dear please make sure your friend signs the order form before next week ok.”
Richard: “Can, no worries. Also, can I get a bj later after this boring meeting?”
My wife: “I have a 15-minute slot before meeting customer.”
Richard: “I know, I see your Google calendar. Haha I can’t last 10 minutes with your mouth you know it very well.”

Richard: “I am sorry I won’t do that again.”
My wife: “Please don’t do it ever again, no anal, it’s too painful.”

My wife: “Please no more slapping on my buttocks, my husband noticed already.”
Richard: “I am sorry I won’t do that again.”
I remembered and I brushed it off as allergies again. How stupid!

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I was beyond sadness. I felt hopeless. I felt my entire existence was a lie and I didn’t know what to do. So what did I do? I wanted to find out more.

I went online and learned to install spyware on her phone and laptop. I installed spy cameras in our house and her car.

I started spying on her and her affairs. There must be a reason for all these bullshit betrayals. I still wanted to trust her.

To be continued

Re: Short Story: My Wife is a Serial Cheater
 

Interesting start bro. Some points to encourage you. Please continue

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Sounds like quite a good story, waiting for more updates :D

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Setting up campsite.

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wah if this is a true story.. this is damn saddening. =\

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I'm sure the story doesn't end here and setting up tent

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Pitching tent too ..to read more abt this sexciting story of this notti cheating wife of TS :p:o

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New camping spot :D

Camping 10char

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sound interesting.....keep posting and share the detail pls....thanks TS

camping with pop corns and drinks.

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agreed. not many man can tahan this sort of thing.:confused::confused:

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When a woman lie, they are better than a man. They are natural because they are used to it since young like wearing mascara, push-up bra etc.

TS, good start. Waiting for more.

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Once the spyware and cameras were installed, I was able to piece together a series of events and got a glimpse of the convoluted truth, through all the historical data logs and ongoing exchanges of messages.

This string of infidelities seemed to have first started with Richard, my wife’s manager, at a company work trip to Bali Island two years ago.

Then, there was another man named Anton who seemed to be a representative of a client company that did business regularly with my wife and Richard.

A man named Chris Chan who was one of the co-founders of the company my wife and Richard worked at.

A man who was addressed by only initials, JT. JT seemed to be a very well-connected industry veteran, who always brought my wife to meet and socialize with a lot of potential business prospects.

I also read about some flirty texts between my wife and a man named Nathan Li. Based on their texts, I couldn’t find out who he was, but I saw his email and the email domain. After a quick search on LinkedIn, I believed he was a VP of another company headquartered in Shanghai, but he was posted in Singapore to run the branch office.

The one that shook me to the core was Jameson, he was the husband of our mutual close friend. I knew Jameson was the ex-colleague of my wife and he had since joined a competitor firm after he left.

With the help of spywares and cameras, I now gained the ability to witness her affairs in a real-time sense. Let me share with you one of those affairs in my next update.

To be continued

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Thanks for the update TS

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One evening. It was another evening which my wife told me she would come home late due to her yoga session.

“You eat first, I will be late,” she texted me.

“Yoga again?” I asked.

“Yes, been a while since last I did yoga, waste money if keep on missing the classes,” she lied.

I knew she was lying because I saw Richard just texted my wife to join him for dinner.

“Have fun and don’t hurt yourself!” I typed and sent it.

My wife didn’t reply after that.

I was working from home that day. I ordered myself a Wok Hey on Grab Food and switched on the live audio of the spyware. I started listening to it like how we used to listen to radio broadcasts back in the day.

“So what are we having later?” My wife said while she closed the car door. I heard her put away her bag after some shuffling noise.

“You know Chris has been talking about you in the management meeting, saying you deserve a raise. Otherwise, other companies might poach you,” Richard said.

“Nice. Chris is quite steady, he always sticks to his promises,” My wife asked.

“So what special magic did you cast to get Chris so into you?” Richard asked.

“Everything you taught me,” My wife said playfully.

“How did the others react?” My wife then asked.

“You wanna know now or you wanna wait for the news?” Richard teased.

“I wanna know now of course!” My wife exclaimed. No one talked for a while.

I heard Richard moan softly after that.

“I am going to crash if you keep your hand there,” Richard mused.

“Then tell me,” my wife retorted.

No one spoke after that. Richard continued to moan. I knew my wife was quite good at giving handjobs. I could imagine her stroking Richard’s rock hard cock now and I felt very sad.

“You naughty girl,” Richard sounded weak.

I believed they drove to someplace quiet as the traffic background noise was much fainter now. I felt a sharp pain in my heart as I heard them kissing.

I closed my eyes. I felt incredibly sad and yet aroused. I could imagine my wife's delicate face being licked and kissed by that married man Richard. Two married adults that were committing an affair inside a car.

“Finger me,” my wife whispered. She used to bite my ear and whispered that to me. Now she was doing it to Richard.

Richard continued to moan. Was my wife giving him a blowjob?

My wife gave out a soft moan and gradually breathed heavier. I heard the squishing sound that a pussy made when it was being fingered. It pierced me.

“Babe you like it?” Richard asked my wife.

“Yes, yes…” I could tell she was losing her mind.

Richard continued to finger my wife and strip her clothes away. Did he unzip her bra too? I remember she was wearing a lacy red bra that day.

"I am gonna keep this red one," Richard said. My wife didn't even bother to reply. She was drowned in the pleasure of Richard's dirty fingers entering her pussy like a cheap meat hole.

Richard was hardworking, I had to give him that. He diligently fucked my wife with his fingers. I could hear how my wife got wetter and wetter.

“Look, look, so juicy…” Richard must be amazed by the wet mess my wife made.

“Don’t stop,” said my wife. She must have just put Richard’s fingers back into her tight pussy.

I heard someone suckling something. Fuck, Richard must be nibbling my wife’s nipples like a baby.

My wife started to sound like she was crying.

“You like it? You slut you gonna spoil my car seat,” Richard laughed.

My wife didn’t say anything. Her heavy breathing, her soft crying, my experience told me she was about to hit orgasm.

The squishing sound just got louder and louder. Richard must be thrusting my wife’s pussy with his fingers harder and harder.

“Ah…ah…. Ahhhh….” My wife moaned and cried. She couldn’t utter a word.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned down the audio of the spyware on my laptop and called my wife.

To be continued