Author's Note: I've been reading a lot of cheating stories on Reddit lately, and it made me want to try my hand at it. I don't want to post this fiction on a site where real people may be dealing with real pain, so I porn'ed it up a little and set it loose on you guys. I couldn't find an editor for this one so please forgive any grammar issues. Enjoy.
Author's Aside: I don't know why I am into infidelity so much right now. I keep listening to these badly robo-voiced reddit stories on YouTube as background noise while I work and I can't get enough. Then I am inspired to go and start some new story based roughly on infidelity of some sort. I'm not cheating and never have, I have no suspicion that my wife is cheating or ever has...so WTF? I'm not that complex, I can usually figure out why my stupid brain zigs or zags. but I'm lost here.
I'm in a strange place right now. I discovered that my wife of two years is cheating on me, but it's so much...more...than that. For half a year she was screwing another man so that's a whole bucket of crazy right there, but the way things are playing out is...weird.
I'm 27, she's 24 and we got married a couple years ago. We met on the job while she was on a college 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. 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 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 travelling half the state away every weekend to be with her. Thankfully she had an apartment off campus so I wasn't sneaking into a dorm.
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. 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 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 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, obviously, and her internship turned into a job with my company. 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.
She 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 got 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. 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 Sheryll 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.' 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'll admit, I never really let go of the trepidation I had about her being at college while I was at work, so I think I had a natural weakness there, a predisposition to be distrustful.
While all that got me a little suspicious, she started distracting me with sex. 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 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 BJ 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. I did some research...ok, that's kind of bullshit. I went on Reddit and started reading about other people's experiences with infidelity. Can't call that research, but it's where I learned a few things, like common practices of cheating spouses. The only thing not common to all these cheating stories I read is that the bedroom action didn't fail. If anything, it was getting better. We were going at it like newlyweds should - all the time.
I couldn't say that anything was 'wrong,' but I was still nervous. The other red flags were waving so I started snooping. Her phone didn't hold any big secrets. And she's in IT, which means she could probably hide whatever she wanted to pretty effectively. I found no incriminating pics or text threads, but I'm not real tech savvy so maybe I just didn't know how to dig for evidence. I'm more old-school. I've got a good-for-nothing nephew who can't keep a job and will do anything for a buck, so I had him tail my wife a few times. Basic stuff, like she'd claim she was headed to the gym and I'd call up Alan and ask him to do a drive-by and tell me if her car was there. A couple weeks of that got me her schedule. She was at the gym three out of the five days she claimed to be, but not on Mondays or Wednesdays.
I thought about hiring a private investigator but that's a significant expense so I decided to do the work myself. Since we worked at the same place and usually had lunch together, I made sure at lunch that she was still planning to go to the gym, 'as usual' on a Monday and ambushed her at her car at the end of her shift. She worked an earlier time frame than me, 6 to 3, so she could go to the gym and be home at a reasonable time. I met her at her car at 3:05 with my gym bag.
She asked me what I was doing and I said I wanted to work out with her. She was obviously perturbed and confused, but she soldiered on. She told me she forgot something in the office and ran back inside for a bit. With her phone. I'm sure she called off whatever she had planned. She came back, said something about feeling stupid because she had what she needed all along, and we went to the gym.
We worked out and didn't chat much, but I could tell she was annoyed. I surveyed the place and looked for anybody giving her extra looks but I didn't notice anything. It was mostly a bust, outside of that tell back at the office.
I did the same thing a few other times, randomly picking different days so she wouldn't notice, and that didn't help much either. I couldn't keep it up too long because I was supposed to be keeping regular hours. My boss was flexible, but only to a point. Plus, her number of guest spots per month got used up pretty quickly and I didn't want to buy a whole membership. I never caught her flat-footed again with the gym ambush.
Time goes by and I can almost ignore the little things. I still notice the late-night texts, the secretive phone behavior, the days off from the gym (I had Alan drive by a few more times to make sure,) and what seemed like more frequent girls' nights out. Then the hobby started up.
Obstacle courses. She got interested in these mud runs, Spartan and Tough Mudder and shit like that. 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 mud pits, 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 had met Steve and Jada at the gym on my few ambush visits, but not Tony. I took an instant dislike to the guy. 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 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 - nose in his phone, not very talkative.
