My wife caught my cheating when I left my phone on the charger while I took a shower. She knew my password from watching me, I had never hidden it. When I got out of the shower, she was already crying, and then the screaming started. I don't know why I wanted to fuck another woman, I just did it because she was hot and sexy and I could make it happen. But I love my wife and I don't want to lose her. I would choose her over any other woman. I could only say I'm sorry, over and over. She ran out to the car and peeled out. I found out later she went to her parents.
I texted her that evening but got no response. I texted her again before bedtime and said I love you I'm so sorry and please don't tell your parents if you have any hope that we can be together again. No response.
I called in the morning and she answered. She hadn't told her parents any details yet. But she didn't want to come home yet.
"Baby please just come over and talk to me. I love you so much, I have no idea what I was trying to prove.."
"I don't know if I can ever trust you again. You don't know how much it hurt to find out you've been fucking around. I've been betrayed."
"I know how you feel-"
"Do you??" She yelled. "I don't want to talk anymore, I need some time alone to figure this out."
"So you're not coming home tonight?"
"Maybe, maybe not" she responded. It was still only 9 am.
I looked around my empty house. The words "time alone" chilled me. I knew what she was going to do. She was going out with her friends to act like the bar slut she used to be, to dance and have guys buy her drinks. Right up until the time I met her, she was taking same-night dick from guys on Tinder and bringing randoms home from the club for unprotected sex at least weekly. She told me stories about them after we were engaged, and actually cried to me that they just fucked her and immediately left to buy smokes. I didn't get mad at her then but I was quietly upset that she needed to share that with me. She told me so many stories that I didn't ask to hear, until finally I had a clear picture of who my new wife was: a total slut, and proud of it.
My wife and I had shared location on our iPhones, and I had her blue dot on the map. At 4:00 I saw her at the mall for about an hour. Getting a new dress and shoes? Then over to her best friend's house. No movement for hours. Finally at 10:30 pm the dot is on the move. Probably taking a Uber, and just as I suspected she arrived at the Wildcat. I toyed with the idea of going there, but there is no way I would not be spotted inside, and she would make a fucking scene. I am drinking and watching the dot on the map all night. I imagine her friends leaving the bar with other guys while she is too drunk to notice. I wonder if she has found a friend. I find a hard-on in my pants and pull them off. I'm stroking my cock now. I can't take it anymore, it's 1:45 am. I text her.
Are you still up baby? Please come home. I love you
Amazingly, I see the three dots, she is reading it. Maybe typing..
You hurt me
I know. I'm so sorry.
You don't know what it's like.
Baby please come home I will prove that I love you
How could you do that?
I'll do anything
Anything?
Yes baby just please some home
Ok
My heart raced. She was going to come home all drunk and horny and emotional, and we would have make-up sex and save our relationship. It took forever but finally the Prius pulled up in the street. I looked through the front window. It seemed the Uber driver was helping my wife out of the car, but then the car drove off and the two figures continued toward the front door. What the fuck? My wife spoke to the man and he stayed out on the the porch while she opened the front door and closed it behind her. I stepped out of the hallway.