Recap from part 1:
Ok, so this is a completely true story, and it's actually going down right here, right now. I've just locked myself in my home office, with my wife banging on the door, she's crying and she wants to talk.
OK, so here's the outrageous confession.
So it turns out that while I've been traveling during the week, my outgoing, super friendly wife has been fucking nearly everyone of our friend's husbands. What I thought were game statistics banter during weekend parties were actual code clues for when she would sleep with each of the guys. She would say something like, "So Bob, when do the Dodgers play this week?" And the Bob would confirm a time, "Cynthia, I think it's Wednesday at 6". This meant that they would have a sex date rendezvous on Wednesday night. She would invite them to our house and the sex was always in our bed, the same bed that I slept in (at least when I was home).
She has just confessed to me that it's been at least 8 of the neighbor men, who I thought were my friends. She has just also confessed that she is now pregnant, but she's not sure who is the father. She has also confessed that she's become more slutty with these men, and has stopped forcing them to wear condoms. She is right now screaming outside my office door, begging to talk to me.
I have been in total bliss about my current life, up until now. I have thought things were about as perfect as it could be. I am married to a beautiful wife, I have a great well-paying job, we live in a great neighborhood in a new house, we have lots of close friends. But now a bomb, a nuclear bomb, has just exploded in my face. What do I do?
So, onto to part 2, my Sex Crazed Revenge
For the last 20 minutes, Cynthia has been screaming and crying and banging on the door to my office. Begging to talk, begging me to hear her attempts to apologize.
"I never meant to hurt you"
"I've been so stupid, I am so sorry"
"I could never live without you"
"I never want to lose you"
...blah, blah, blah is all I was hearing. I would have none of it.
"Shut the fuck up you slut, you bitch, you whore of a wife!! Get the fuck out of my house. I don't want to see you again... ever!" I screamed this so loud I nearly lost my voice. I was so angry, but emotionally I didn't want to end our marriage. I didn't want to lose her either. But I had not clear answer for what to do next. There was no logic at this point, just 100% emotion and anger. I felt so betrayed. How could I live with this woman? Was I suppose to continue to take care of her, and this new baby from an unknown father? Am I suppose to be worthless cuck, who will do whatever it takes to keep my woman happy... Fuck No.
Cynthia finally gave up, and I could hear her leave the house and drive away. Stupidly she left her phone. We have always 100% trusted each other, so it was no surprise that I had her password to unlock her phone. I was eager to better understand what had been actually going on while I was away on these business trips. As I scrolled through her messages there were a bunch of messages from our neighbors. There were a lot in group texts, about upcoming parties, what to bring, see you soon and such. But then there were a slew of direct messages from the guys who were our neighbors. Now keep in mind, these are the guys that I've been hanging out with nearly every weekend. Going to the gym with these guys, or games, or playing softball, and otherwise shooting the shit as if we were real buddies. But turns out they were all fucking my wife. It's not clear that they all knew that she was sleeping with everyone, or if they all felt they had a special one on one relationship. The text messages implied the latter, they would make comments "I know how to keep this quiet" "No one in our dinner party will know about our fun