This is the first part of a series detailing what happens when I discover that my wife has been regularly cheating. In this chapter I discover Megan's infidelity, and she presents me with two options.
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Megan was in a foul mood - her lunch date had just cancelled. Since the pandemic we had both been working at home much of the time, although she occasionally went into the city, where she was an office manager for one of the big consultancy teams. I knew she missed the office interaction, and so when they arranged lunch time meet-ups she really looked forward to it.
Her office colleagues seemed to be mostly male, sand I was sometimes surprised at how few women she mentioned at work. I hadn't met most of the them, but James, who Megan had been supposed to meet today was one of the exceptions. Tall and toned, he was a typical alpha male, and I always felt jealous whenever Megan let slip that he had been at one of their meetings. She always seems to make a special effort to impress whenever she knew he was going to be there and today was no exception. The skirt of her formal business suit was just a bit shorter than I would have expected, and there were a couple more buttons undone on her tight white blouse than normal. She had paired it with black calf length boots, their four inch heels a change from the flat court shoes that she usually wore for work.
She was already dressed and ready to go when the cancellation message pinged in and I heard her swearing from the other room. My suggestion that they could surely reschedule promoted another torrent of abuse, this time aimed at me as she stomped back up to her room and undressed back in to the sweat pants that she normally wore in the day time around the house.
I kept out of the way for the rest of the day, as we both worked in our separate home offices, utilising the spare rooms in our three bed town house. I was getting ready for an icy reception that evening, but she came bounding in just before I finished for the day, a grin replacing the scowl that had been on her face all day.
"James has just texted - we can do lunch Thursday!"
Thursday was our anniversary. I had already booted a table for dinner in the evening, and we had agreed to take the day off. Megan going out for a long lunch with another man was not what I had planned, and I knew that if she did that, she wouldn't really want to go out again and night. I started to remind her of our plans but she raised her hand to silence me.
"I'm sorry, but thats the only day that James has available this week, and then he's going away to the Frankfurt office, so its the only time I can see him. The two of us can have dinner together any time.
"But Megan - it's our anniversary..."
She laughed out loud.
"Oh, my poor sad husband. Don't you think that after this many years it's really quite the same? It's not like we are excited newly-weds any more. Anyway, I've decided, I'm going to see James. You can call the restaurant and re-arrange - why don't we go at the weekend?"
Her mood for the next couple of days mirrored my disappointed, the sadder I was about our anniversary, the more excited she was about her lunch date with James. On Thursday morning she disappeared into the bathroom for a long pampering session, and when she appeared late morning, ready to go out my heart sank. She looked gorgeous - her long black hair cascaded in waves won her back, and the smart business suit from earlier in the week was replaced by a short mini skirt and jacket, over a tight blouse, unbuttoned to her breasts. The black bra seemed deliberately chosen to peak though her cleavage, and I recognised it as part of my favourite set of lingerie, which matched with a tiny black thong, whose thin string disappeared between her firm round buttocks when she wore it.
She was essentially wearing what I would have expected to wear for me on our anniversary, except she had put it on for another man, who she would be seeing in the next hour.
"I'm going to get the train into town, so you can run me to the station."
We only lived about ten minutes away from our local station, which gave a quick commute into the city centre, but as she had asked me to take her up there, I guessed that she didn't expect to be in a state to be able to drive home afterwards. We made the short journey in silence, and I realised how much her skirt rode up when she was sat down, hoping that she would bear that in mind when she met James. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she got out.
"I know you have taken the day off, and I don't want you to be bored, so I've left a list of chores on the side in the kitchen. Keep your phone on - I'll let you know when I want picking up."
I found the list when I got back;
"1. Clean the kitchen - the floor needs a good wash"
"2. Change the bedding - I want clean sheets when I get home."
"3. Theres a load of laundry that needs doing it. Wash and dry it and then iron anything that needs it"
"4. Its our anniversary :) - so I expect something nice to eat tonight"
I felt like crying. We should have been having a lovely day together, with a Michelin star meal tonight, and instead, I had a ton of housework to do while my wife enjoyed what would undoubtedly be a long and liquid lunch with her work colleague. Megan has been the dominant partner in our relationship right from the beginning. I counted myself very lucky to have found her - she was beautiful, and now in her early forties, worked hard to maintain her firm body and youthful appearance, working out at the gym several days a week, and spending a considerable amount on hair, nails and beauty treatment. I was happy to help fund that, as I benefitted from having a gorgeous wife in my life, and for my part, although I was no Adonis, I did what I could to keep in shape.
As part of the flip side of her spending so much time on her appearance, it fell to me to do the majority of the house work, and Megan had fallen into the habit of leaving me notes with chores that needed completing, although not usually as much as she had done today. I realised that I would have to work hard if I was going to get everything done before she got home. Luckily, I had already thought about what we were going to eat tonight, and had steaks in the fridge marinating, together with a couple of bottles of champagne to celebrate our anniversary.
I had finished cleaning the floor, the washing was on, and I was in the middle of changing the bed when my phone pinged with a message from Megan. It was mid afternoon, and she had been out for several hours so I assumed that she was letting me know she was on the train coming home.
"Had a great lunch with J. Going to have early evening drinks before I come home."
I wasn't sure if she was still out with James, or doing some shopping, and going to meet colleagues after work. I risked a reply.
