Author's Note: This is a rewrite and conclusion of "Cheating Wife, But So Much Worse" linked below. Based on the comments from the original version of this story, you either hate my guts or you want a part 2. This is not a sequel, but a rewrite with a proper conclusion. I tightened up the original, pulled out some junk, and added more to the end. The first 70% is mostly the same, so skip to the middle if you read the first one. And in this version, Noah remembers that he owns a spine. You may still hate my guts after this, but you can't say I didn't finish it. And you can't call Noah a cuck.
Here is the original, if you care.
https://literotica.com/s/cheating-wife-but-so-much-worse
And here is an excellent sequel by Saddletramp1956, which pounds the nails firmly into the coffin lid of my unfinished original.
https://literotica.com/s/worse-than-a-cheating-wife
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My marriage is over, destroyed and dismantled in the most outlandish way my by my soon-to-be-ex wife. I am... well, I'm plenty fucked up right now, honestly. Between her betrayal, her absolutely insane vision for the future, my own temporary weakness and confusion, and a pretty violent conclusion to the evening, I think I'm going to keep a therapist in business for a while. And maybe a liquor store. I have no damn clue how I got to this place, but I absolutely know where to go from here. Here's my story.
I'm 27, she's 24 and we got married almost two years ago. We met on the job while she was on a college summer internship. She's incredibly cute and gives off this vibe that really captured me. She's petite but high powered, very sharp, with auburn hair and brown eyes and a gym-hardened athletic body. We flirted a bit, went to lunch a few times, nothing big, but when her internship ended I was kind of devastated. I felt like I had found something worth pursuing and then it disappeared, but at the same time there was this life gap between us because she was still in school. We exchanged contact information but I figured she was long gone back to her life. I guess I made an impression as well because she reached out.
She called me a week after her internship ended and we started chatting and texting occasionally, then almost every day, then sending pics and so on. That spark I felt with her was real and we encouraged it to grow. We started up a long-distance relationship that had me traveling half the state away every weekend to be with her.
We were great, everything was perfect. I felt like the center of her world and I made her the center of mine. She is intense and focused and she's just got this way of making you feel special. Her focus is powerful and it feels so wonderful to be in it. I wasn't completely blind about the situation. She was in college and she was fit and sexy and beautiful and I told her I was concerned that I was just a fling for her. She assured me she had found her one true love and she was good about convincing me. I asked her to marry me and she said yes.
We married the summer after she graduated. We kept it small and intimate, just our closest family and friends. Heather is very practical and logical and not overtly romantic so she didn't want to waste a ton of money on a big wedding. That was fine by me. I was in heaven. Life was wonderful. She moved in with me and her internship turned into a job with my company after she passed the security clearance. We went to HR to make sure that was OK and as long as we weren't in the same report structure, it was fine.
Heather is a social butterfly and quickly made friends at the office and at the gym. She's a fitness enthusiast and a gym rat, so that's a big part of her routine. She had her hours shifted to come in early and leave early so she could spend her afternoons working out. At first, she was very sharing with her friends and activities, very quick to show me the joke Carol told or the funny meme Jenny posted, etc. She liked porn, too. She'd show me raunchy pics and suggest we go do that. We usually went and did that.
A bit over a year into our marriage, things started changing. She started reading about spiritual topics, eastern mysticism, meditation, chakras and chi and God knows what else. I caught her being very invested in her phone many times, and it was always some shaman or guru on YouTube or some book about the spiritual nature of yoga or whatever. I was a little concerned. Heather had always been a straight forward logical creature. Her mind needed hard data to make a decision, and touchy-feely disciplines could catch her disrespect real quick. She was in IT and had a degree in data science, so this weird mysticism was very out of character for her. I tried to ask about it but she was dismissive, saying she was just reading a new book or watching a new channel. When I pressed the issue, she said she was exploring her spirituality. Apparently, there was a yoga group at the gym and they were heavy into the background of it and she was just expanding her mind.
Along with that came the classic changes in phone behavior. We'd be on the couch watching a show with our phones out, or maybe working on our laptops, and she'd chuckle or smirk or something and I'd ask what Gina or Sheryl or whoever had to say today, and she'd brush it off as nothing. If I tried to get a look she'd shy away and playfully tell me to mind my own business. It was 'girl stuff.' No icky boys allowed. In general, it boiled down to a more secretive attitude toward her phone and computer use. Then the time she spent with her friends started to increase. Not a lot, not crazy late or at improper times, just... more.
I did my research, read up on what an affair looks like, and in most cases the cheating wife turns cold or uncaring, the bedroom life drops off, the investment in the relationship wanes. I saw none of that. In fact, she became even more amorous. The thing is, I've got a good mind for patterns, and hers stuck out pretty obviously. Any time I might have caught a whiff of her texting inappropriately, or being too involved on the phone with something she didn't want to share, there was likely to be an X-rated gif and a vigorous 'Netflix and chill' coming up within moments. If I caught her texting late at night while we should be asleep, a quick and vigorous blowjob would change the subject.
I won't lie, that worked well. For a while. But she assumed it was working perfectly and started to get a little brazen about it. She started to think she was hitting the reset button on my suspicion every time she shook her ass at me. I didn't have proof but I had plenty of circumstantial evidence. Her extra-curricular activities were changing, her attitude was changing, her phone behavior was changing, etc. But I could never say she was checked out of our relationship. If anything, we were going at it even more.
Nothing was actively or obviously 'wrong,' but I was still nervous. The other red flags were waving so I started snooping. Her phone didn't hold any big secrets. But she's in IT, a big tech nerd, so she could probably hide whatever she wanted to pretty effectively. There wasn't even a password on her phone and she wasn't possessive of it. I picked it up more than one evening when it was on the charger and snooped. I found no incriminating pics or text threads, but I'm not social media savvy so maybe I just didn't know how to dig for evidence. I was on the fence about really digging into her life or just accepting that I was being a paranoid asshole. Then the hobby started up.
Obstacle courses. She got interested in these mud runs, Spartan and Tough Mudder and shit like that. She'd been into cross fit activities since before I knew her, but this new thing really captured her imagination. She had a team from the gym who wanted to get into it, so they took a weekend trip a couple of states away to compete in a big one. She invited me along and I took her up on it. I was naturally interested to share something new with her and just a little curious about if this was a ruse or not. Things were still good between us, very good in fact, but I just had this growing concern that I was missing something.
It was actually really neat to watch. The course was full of rope climbs and swings, web towers and balance beams, a high wall and 'monkey bar' type setups, all apparently through over or under a lake of mud. I met her team; two men, Steve and Tony, and one other woman, Jada. I took an instant dislike to Tony. He was almost as tall as me, but extremely fit. Hell, all of them were. I'm nice and tall at six-six, but I've got bad ankles and was never athletic. I'm definitely not fat or out of shape, but these guys were very much IN shape.
Jada brought her husband Kevin but the boys didn't bring spectators, so I hung out with him while they were competing. I tried to chat him up a little about the relationships among the group but he was kind of checked out with his nose in his phone, not being very talkative or eager to engage with me.
The event was great, they weren't last, and they were caked and covered in wet nasty mud after about the first two minutes. The six of us went to dinner afterward the team cleaned up and I did my best to not glare at Tony. And honestly, he didn't give me a reason. Everybody was completely reasonable and nice and seemed true to purpose. I detected no funny vibes from anybody, except maybe the husband Kevin due to how absent he seemed to be. But nobody was hanging on my wife and she wasn't showing undue attention to anybody. It appeared to all be above board. After dinner and drinks, I took Heather back to the hotel room for a slow, full body rub down and some slow, gentle lovemaking. She was bruised and tired, but not that tired.
