It is 1 am and my fucking husband is not home from work! This is the third night in the last two weeks. I don't know what to think anymore, I have a gut feeling he's cheating on me. Since I gave birth to our child, I've gained a little weight in my ass and thighs that lead to my self-confidence going down the drain.
I see his car pull up in the driveway; I quickly get into bed and pretend I'm asleep like nothing was wrong. I can hear his footsteps walking in the front door, it is making my anxiety kick up the roof to wait for him. He walks in the room, and I pretend he startles me.
Me: "Hey sweetie, why so late from work? what time is it?"
Matt: "Oh, I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep, it has been a long day from work. I am just gonna take a shower before I go to bed"
Me: "It is past 1 am, it does not make any sense to get here this late. Are you sure it is a work thing?"
Matt: "Don't start with your shit! I am too fucking exhausted to answer your stupid questions. Go back to sleep!"
He's never spoken to me like that before, I was in shock and didn't know what to say so I stopped the conversation there.
The next morning, I woke up and he was not there, his car was not in the driveway either. It is only 6 am and he usually leaves by 7:30, I didn't think my question from last night would make him go this far? I called his office, as soon as he picked up, I tried to be cheerful and loving, but his response was "what? I'm busy, I don't have time for this. I'll be home on time, relax! Don't call my office like this". He immediately hung up before I was able to say anything. Since he said he was going to be home on time, I decided to make him a nice dinner and wear something he would notice me in. Hopefully that would get him in a better mood.
Dinner was done, I went into my closet to pick something out. Not a lot of my clothes fit me anymore, so I was very limited. I took off my baggy sweats and t-shirt that I always wear and put on a nice long blue dress. Though I still wore my sports bra, that's all I have.
It is past 8 pm and he's still not home, Dinner is already cold. I decided to eat since who knows what time he will be here. I cleaned up the kitchen and put the baby to sleep in his crib. Then I see the lights of Matts car on the window. I rushed to the front door upset. I was getting tired of this, coming home this late has got to stop! He opens the front door with an annoyed look on his face when he looks at me.
Matt: "I am going to take a shower then go to bed, I know I said I'll be home on time, but shit happens".
Me: "That's all you have to say? When you told me you were going to be home on time, I made a nice dinner and wore something nice, all for you! Please stop acting like an asshole and tell me the truth, are you cheating on me?"
Matt: "An asshole? Are you fucking kidding me? No one asked you to do all this shit! But finally, you wear something decent then just sweats! And don't fucking accuse me on cheating on you. I am working all day so you don't have to work, but can you blame if I did. We haven't had sex in 2 months, not even a fucking blowjob! So, I am going to take a shower and go to bed, and I don't want to have this conversation again!"
By the time he was done talking I was sobbing, I couldn't say anymore or even look at him. I went straight to bed and as soon as he did, I tried backing my ass to him so we can have a quick fuck but that didn't work, "Stop, I have an early morning" Matt said as her turned his back on me. I woke up at midnight, and Matt was sound asleep. I grabbed his phone and unlocked it by using his finger. I quickly looked through before he unexpectedly wakes up. There were constant text messages from a girl named Amy. The only Amy I knew was his secretary from work. They are planning to meet the next night at The Luxurious hotel. I put his phone back and took his nicest credit card from his wallet and pretend I didn't see anything.
The next morning after my cheating husband left to work to see his skanky secretary, I decided to go shopping. I did not give a fuck anymore about my self-confidence. I went to an XXX shop and bought the sexiest lingerie they had. Meanwhile, I got a call from my husband saying he was going to be home late, and all I said was "Ok honey! And I am sorry about yesterday, I will not think about that anymore". Pure bullshit!
I wore a coat over my lingerie on the way to the hotel. When I got there the hotel was under my husband's name and since we both have the same last name and address, it was easy to get an extra key. As I walked down the lobby on the marble floors, all you can hear are my stiletto heels echoing, I can tell everyone was staring. As I got the door of the hotel room, I tried to be as quiet as possible. I was so eager to catch him on the act. I opened the door and all I can hear are load moans and yelling "YES! THAT COCK IS SO GOOD!". As I closed the door, I took off my coat and walked in. She was riding him hard, I am not going to lie it got me wet, but I don't like to share my husband. My husband did notice me though, I was standing there, and his jaw dropped, unsure if it was because I caught him or of what I was wearing.
Matt: "Oh Fuck!"
