Recently found out the she held a 4 years affair a few years back. I've always had a suspicion, but because of how long we were together I just thought it wouldn't be possible.

Recently I confronted her and during a 3 months process the truth slowly started coming out.

It was a mix of feelings, but the more I asked and the more I learned, those mix feelings turned into arousal.

It was a Co worker of hers, and it all started with a kiss in the managers office. That escalated to daily morning visits, while I was completely unaware.

I want to start off by saying I know I’m 100 percent in the wrong, I feel horrible and torn.

I am 30 and my husband is about to turn 40, we’ve been married for almost 3 years, we met on a blind date, he was visiting my country from the Philippines, honestly he wasn’t my type but I found how nervous he was cute, he was smart and kind, family oriented and wanted to be married and settled, it was everything I wanted too, and I’ve had the worst luck meeting men that were “my type” that I had given up hope that I would met someone, which looking back now was stupid, but I held a lot of insecurities, as my friends and peers were getting married and having children, and starting there lives, I felt like I was being left behind, I jumped into the relationship without actually asking myself if I had any real feelings or attraction to him. After the first month of dating he had to leave back to the Philippines, we were long distance for 6 months, during that time I felt like I should have ended it, but I kept justifying everything in my head saying arranged marriages happen between strangers all the time, and they work out better the love matches some times.

After the 6 months he flew back, and within a month we were married, not long after the wedding I found out I was pregnant, it was everything we both wanted we were so excited, I was developing feelings for my husband and thought maybe I had actually made the right decision, and then everything unraveled at 11 weeks of pregnancy when I miscarried, we have since tried for the last 3 years to conceive with no luck, the the longer time goes on the more I’m mentally and emotionally checked out of the relationship. The infertility isn’t the only issue, we constantly bicker over the smallest things, I often feel more like a mother then a wife to him, he irritates me, honestly the relationship has become toxic in a lot of ways, I too add to the toxicity, but over the last 3 months we have stopped sleeping together and have zero intimacy.

That brings us to today, there is a man from my work who has been flirting heavily, he says he wants to take me out on a date, he doesn’t know I’m married and I already feel like I’ve crossed some line by not immediately telling him that I’m married, I find myself thinking about him, envisioning a future with him, while I lay next to my husband every night, I know I’m wrong, I don’t know what to do, the simple answer would obviously be to divorce my husband but he is not a citizen yet and he is still waiting on immigration to either grant him with his visa or deny him, I don’t want him to be deported even if we divorce, his life is here now. WHAT DO I DO.

Me (18M) and my girlfriend (19F) are in a long distance relationship since 2024. And we recently hit our 2 year anniversary.

I don't have many friends but some of my classmates do consider me as their friend. I don't really trust them to be honest. That's why I kept my relationship private. If I were to tell them it would've been a true disaster.

I'll get straight to the point. It was just a normal hang out with my male friends (there were a few females too)... I wasn't that close to anyone but they kept me to company them for casual chatting etc. I was minding own business eating food etc etc.

when I asked for water, one of the females gave me a bottle and like a normal person I drank some water from it. when I finished drinking she had this weird smile on her face, I asked if something happened she replied that she put her spit in that bottle.

it was at that moment I felt utterly disgusted I smashed the bottle into the ground and just left the place. I drove my bike at full speed that day, just trying to forget it.

I just can't talk to my girlfriend normally after that, I kept feeling like I've did something I shouldn't have.

I remember calling up my plug and his gf answering. she said he just went to jail but she can run me over some weed. well I hopped in her car we smoked a bit next thing I know we’re in the back seat and shes deepthroating my dick and we ended up fucking and I go inside wash up and play it cool 😭 I ain’t shit

Cheating spouse situation: Is there any way to access Verizon call and text logs? My wife is the account owner and currently the only one with access. My phone number is on the account, but I don’t have the ability to view the records.

I’ve contacted Verizon, and they told me they can’t share any information unless she is present on the call to authorize adding me as an account manager. Unfortunately, she is unwilling to do that.

I’m trying to understand what options, if any, exist for accessing historical call or text data tied to my number..:ideally over the past year, but even a shorter time frame would help me gain clarity and peace of mind. get creative!!

l used to share a small flat with another flatmate. She was athletic and attractive but quite reserved. She was in a long distance relationship . I was quite active sexually and often brought women home. I was fucking a regular GF when my flatmate walked in on us. My GF came quickly and confessed being watched was a turn on, she asked if my flatmate could join us again. l sheepishly knocked on my flatmates door explaining the situation apologising. l was expecting a curt refusal. l was greeted by a red faced flatmate semi naked who eagerly agreed. She came out in t shirt and knickers then played with her self while we fucked again. From then on, it became a regular thing. She often stripped down, pinching her nips, fingering or playing with toys while we fucked. Happy Days!

Hi, I am an employee. And my supervisor (35 M) is fairly new at being a supervisor. So he’s alright. He’s a bit lazy when it comes to being a supervisor. So, he is a married man with a daughter. They barely got married last August. His wife’s father passes away. So she takes time off work. The next day, he comes in. Asks everyone if he did the right choice in marrying her.

Let me give you a backstory behind my supervisor and his affair mate.

His affair mate is in her 20’s. They used to date back when she was a junior-senior and he was in his 20’s. And she has been working here at my job for quite a while now. They broke up. He found his now wife. Got married. While his affair mate has gotten pregnant. Doesn’t have her kid because CPS took her away from her since she’s on drugs.

Anyways, they have been sneaking around. Everyone at my work place know about it. His poor wife doesn’t know. Not a single clue. His daughter is in between things too. Saying how affair mate is a better mother than her actual mother.

They are also sleeping together. Snowstorm hits. He’s over at her place lying to his wife that he’s with a “buddy”.

Im not sure anymore on this situation.

I was a single 28M when this started, There was this lady in my gym we had same workout timings and became friends soon. I knew she was older than me but I assumed she must be 31 or 32 since she was in top shape and always kept herself fit by following a good workout regime and diet.

As we started interacting daily I realised I was getting attracted to her, there was casual flirting. Texting each other in the day after a workout. Sending memes until one day while talking I realised she was actually 37 and had a 10 year old son and a husband. She was married for 14 years but I always found it amusing that she hardly posted any pictures of her family on social media.

One might assume she was a single mother or divorced but it was too late as I was attracted to her by that time. She use to flirt back and even admitted to liking me.

One day we were talking about glutes and it was just us in the yoga room and I spanked her ass. She smiled back but did not resist. She told me details about her inactive sex life and how workout is the only thing that keeps her going in life.

At this point I desperately wanted act on my urges and fuck her but the idea of having sex with someone else's wife always turned me down.

When I think about it now I realise that I should not have touched but I guess it was my testosterone fuelled brain that asked me to act on my impulses and spank that booty I saw everyday but did not touch. We use to share workout pictures with each other and she loved being called sexy by me.

I think we would have eventually had sex and sometimes my mind regrets that my moral conscience held me back, because fucking a milf is every man's fantasy in their early 20s and 30s. I still wonder if I should've enjoyed my ride in the sunset of let it pass like a gentleman.

She is moving to a different gym now and we just grew apart in last 6 months because I started maintaining the distance to avoid escalating physical contact further but deep down in my darkest thoughts I still sometimes imagine myself getting physical with her again.

LONG STORY WARNING!!!!! My wife admitted to cheating with her ex bf AND 5 of his friends after her conscious got tonher!

About a year ago, she (F36) had gone to thr dr for routine bloodwork & ran into her ex there! When she was leaving, she saw him walking home so she offered him a ride since the weather wasn't too good that day. Once inside his driveway, they talked a bi5 about different things. One thing being theur mutual love of video games. He asked her if she wanted to come inside to see his new stuff & maybe play a game or two. She sa8d after she was inside, she really doesn't remember how they ended up making out in his living room.

She said he was squeezing her boobs & pinching her nipples through her shirt & bra driving her nuts in the process! One thing led to another and she was sitting on the couch with his pants down standing in front of her! As she was doing her thing his phone rings! He tells the person on the other end that he has a redhead there with big boobs and they could come on over but he didn't know if she'd be there much longer or not. Since she had had threesomes before, she mentally prepared for that possibility.

She thinks about 20 minutes passed and they had switched positions to missionary when she felt a guy trying to go into her mouth & a punishment being put in each of her hands!!! She instinctively opened her mouth & started working her arms. She said this continued for a fee minutes until 2 more guys walked & basically took control!

When they walked on, one of them told her ex to move cause he wanted to give the "redhead a good fucking!" He told her ex to let her taste herself off of him! This continued for awhile she said. They switched positions, different guys at different times until they all finished!

TL;DR My friend M/26 and I M/27 were on a boys trip in Florida - We went down there to work on his boat but always like to party a bit too. We both have girlfriends whom we love. While we were waiting in line at a regular bar the line was so long we decided to drive and find another. He mentioned we should just grab a drink at the strip club. I know he liked to party at strip clubs with his brothers and other friends but I was not interested in doing that while having a girl. I have never looked for sexual action except watching porn on my phone which my girlfriend doesn’t love but has come to accept. He said it’s fun when a girl will just come and sit on your lap and doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a couple drinks. It’s just entertaining. I told him multiple times I didn’t want to go but it was right next to the bar we were at and before you know it I just said whatever and walked in.

I didn’t feel comfortable at first. But before you know it I had 2 girls grinding on me and I was erect. They just walked over and sat on me. I told them I had a girlfriend and they started grinding on me. I refused to go to the VIP section and didn’t allow it. No private nothing. I never went and refused to pay them money for their services. Which I feel good about. But I did fall short. I did get them a drink after they asked a million times and my friend was in the VIP room. And did allow them to shake ass on me at the bar.

After he came back from the private room and the girls gave up trying on me I told him I wanted out. I feel like I brought disrespect to my beloved girlfriend by being there and having enjoyed it for a moment.

I feel terribly guilty that I physically enjoyed a sexual encounter with someone else and I had truly believed I would never cheat. And I still believe I wouldn’t. I told my girlfriend previously I never have and never will. I want to stand by being that persons I don’t want to tell her about it and it’s bothering me. Frankly if she did the same I wouldn’t mind and wouldn’t really want to know. Does this make me a bad boyfriend? Am I now categorized as a cheater?

My buddy and I have been friends for years. He travels constantly for work, so whenever he’s heading out of town he usually hits me up to check on Mina and help her with anything heavy or that she can’t handle alone. It’s become pretty routine.

Sunday evening he texts me: “Hey man, heading out early Monday for a week-long trip. Mina’s got a big heavy delivery coming tomorrow afternoon. Any chance you can swing by and help her bring it in? I don’t want her struggling with it by herself.”

Of course I said yes. They live five minutes away and I WFH on Mondays anyway.

Monday afternoon Mina texted that the package had arrived. When I got there, she opened the door looking flushed and a little sweaty, wearing a tight Alo Yoga two-piece workout set — tiny sports bra barely containing her perky tits and high-waisted leggings hugging every curve of her toned ass and legs. She looked incredible.

“Hey, thanks for coming over again,” she said with a bright smile.

We wrestled the heavy real delivery box inside first. Then she bit her lip and gave me that mischievous little smile.

“While you’re here… could you help me with the other thing? I want it to be ready when he gets back.”

She locked the front door and led me to the back bedroom. The sex swing package was already open on the floor. A sturdy ladder was still set up under the ceiling beams, with a couple of the heavy hooks partially installed and some straps hanging down.

“I’ve been trying to hang it myself,” she admitted, cheeks still pink. “But I can’t quite reach everything safely on my own.”

We spent the next twenty minutes working together — me on the ladder securing the last hooks into the ceiling beams while she handed me tools, adjusted straps, and brushed against me more than necessary. The sexual tension kept building the whole time.

Once it was fully hung and adjusted to the right height, she stepped back, looked at the swing, then at me. Her voice dropped softer.

“We should probably test it… right? Make sure it can handle the weight and… activity before he gets home.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She hooked her thumbs into her leggings and peeled them down, then slipped off the sports bra, standing there completely naked. Her small perky tits with dark nipples were already hard, and her smooth shaved pussy was visibly glistening.

She looked up at me with those big doe eyes.

“You’re so much taller and stronger… can you help me into it?”

I lifted her tiny body easily and settled her into the swing. Her legs spread wide in the stirrups, pussy completely exposed, her tight little frame swaying gently in front of me.

I dropped to my knees, grabbed her slim waist, and buried my tongue in her soaked pussy. She tasted sweet and she was already dripping. Mina moaned instantly, her small hands gripping the straps tight as I licked and sucked her clit.

“Oh fuck… that feels so good,” she whimpered, hips rolling against my mouth.

After a few minutes she was panting hard.

“Please… I need to feel you inside me. I’ve always wondered how big you are.”

I stood up, dropped my shorts, and my thick 8-inch cock sprang free. Her eyes widened.

“Holy shit… it’s so much bigger than his.”

She reached down and guided the head to her dripping entrance. I pushed in slowly, stretching her tiny body around me. The swing made everything effortless — I could fuck her deep and hard with almost no effort, just rocking her back and forth onto my cock.

Watching this tiny Korean wife swinging on my dick, her perky tits bouncing with every thrust, her moans getting louder and filthier… it was unreal. She came hard the first time, shaking violently in the straps, crying out my name.

I kept going, gripping her ass, pounding her deeper until I couldn’t hold back. I pulled out and covered her flat little stomach and perky tits with thick ropes of cum.

Afterward she just hung there in the swing, covered in my load, smiling up at me with that satisfied, naughty little grin.

“Thank you for… helping me test it properly,” she whispered. “I think it’s going to work perfectly for him.”

I helped her down, we cleaned up a bit, and I headed out.

A couple hours ago my phone buzzed with a new text — this time from my buddy:

“Hey man, Mina mentioned you were able to help her get something set up that she got for me yesterday. She said there’s still a bit more to do to finish the project before I get back. Any chance you can swing by again today? She needs your help testing something out on it. Thanks again bro, you’re the best.”

About to head back over there now....

I've only been married about a year and a half, together about 3.5 years total. This past year has been rough. Caretaking for a family member, work stress, etc. And after communicating and failing to see change for a couple of my husband's behaviors (staying out drinking, communications with a suss female coworker), I did start to withdraw inward for the past 6+ months. I didn't know how to address the issues again since the first time it didn't work, and frankly didn't have the energy. I wasn't withholding, I wasn't mean. I just established some emotional distance to take care of myself, and he noticed.

He only very very recently sat me down to have a real talk about it. And it was a good talk, or so I thought. I felt hopeful, like he'd broken me out of my shell again and might genuinely make the needed changes.

But only a week later, I came home from work (he wasn't home yet) and I found a used, fresh c0ndom right in front of the living room couch.

confronted him about it when he got home, and it was instantly clear by his expression that he was guilty. He denied it for hours, however, before finally confessing he got drunk and screwed a random girl in her car that he met at a pizza place/dive bar.

We are getting a divorce.

And I'm choosing to look at this as the universe looking out for me. The cheating happened after he got off work (he works nights) on a Tuesday, the c0ndom was somehow still on his person and fell off when he got home, he didn't see it all day Wednesday while home alone (I didn't see it either somehow when I got home Wednesday night), and it wasn't until I came home Thursday when he wasn't there that I saw it and had time to process/plan what I was going to do.

If that's not some cosmic intervention, I don't know what is.

When I was around 17, I was in a relationship with my girlfriend, who was a year older than me. We were both in high school. During a rough time in our relationship, she was adjusting to a new school and dealing with personal struggles, but I misunderstood her distance as her dismissing me. We eventually talked it out and stayed together.

Around that same time, I became close with a female classmate because of school activities. She knew I had a girlfriend, and while I didn’t intend to pursue her, I talked to her often and flirted in a joking/friendly way. Looking back, I know it crossed boundaries and was disrespectful to my relationship. My girlfriend later found out, confronted me, and although we stayed together, it deeply hurt her. It took me a while to fully cut contact with the classmate since we were still classmates, but I eventually did.

Years later, my girlfriend read our old conversations, and all the pain resurfaced. She was angry and devastated, but she still chose to stay with me. Since then, I’ve carried guilt every day and have tried hard to rebuild what I broke. Sometimes our relationship feels loving, healthy, and normal again—but when she gets triggered, she becomes extremely angry, insults me, disrespects me, and says hurtful things about me and even my family.

I understand I made mistakes and hurt her, but I feel trapped. I’ve tried leaving for both our sakes, but neither of us can let go. I still love her deeply and can’t imagine life without her, but I feel lost, emotionally numb, and broken. I don’t know if she still truly loves me, and I don’t know what to do anymore.

​I am a 31(M) and have been talking to a 30(F) coworker whom I’ve known for several years. In the beginning, we hardly ever spoke. However, after she was promoted to a lead role and I followed suit as a lead on a different team, our professional relationship became more frequent. We work in an office, and she had always been very professional; I never entertained the idea of anything other than a professional partnership. I knew she was married, and she frequently spoke about her husband when we collaborated.

​Something changed recently. For context, I had been teleworking for almost five years before all employees were recalled to the office. A few months ago, I noticed that she wanted to collaborate on projects and ask for my advice much more often than usual. We went from speaking maybe three times a year to speaking every day. When I eventually asked about her Valentine's Day plans, she revealed she was no longer married. This took me by surprise, but I didn't pry into her personal business, as I didn't think it was appropriate at the time.

​As the months passed, we became very friendly, added each other on social media, and talked almost all day on Teams. I noticed a change in the atmosphere, but I assumed she respected the fact that I was married. To be honest, I liked the attention. Then, she shared the scary news that she might have cancer. This hit me hard because it was the same type of cancer I lost my grandmother to, and I felt emotionally attached to the outcome of her results. My wife was aware of the situation and even encouraged me to continue being a supportive friend during such a difficult time.

​As our conversations became more personal, she admitted that an affair with a former coworker was the reason for her divorce. While I saw this as a red flag, I rationalized it as her having "lost herself" due to the stress of a potential cancer diagnosis. A few weeks later, while I was staying late for overtime, our conversations became deeply personal—not explicitly inappropriate, but the kind of intimate talk you would have when courting someone. Eventually, she revealed that after thorough testing, she didn't have cancer at all. I felt betrayed because she had known the results for months before telling me.

​Shortly after, she began telling me that I am attractive and that my wife is lucky to have me. I was so nervous I simply replied, "You too." The tension between us is now thick enough to cut with a knife. I feel guilty for enjoying the attention and betrayed by her dishonesty regarding her health. Now, I try to avoid her at the office, but she always finds a way to communicate or stop me in person. While I find her attractive, my gut tells me she is "bad news" for my life and marriage.

​I haven't told my wife the full extent of how much time we spend together. Although we believe in gender-equal friendships and loyalty, I feel I have betrayed her trust. I have decided to come clean to her. I have also taken steps to find a new job and am seeking counseling for myself, with the hope of attending couples counseling if my wife is willing. We never did anything physical, but I realize how easy it would be to "get lost in the sauce." I struggle with setting boundaries, and while I initially just wanted to be a supportive friend, I know I crossed the line into an emotional affair. I only hope she can find it in her heart to forgive me; she deserves much better.

So I used to cheat on my ex with my friend at the time and now its got me fucked up and wanting to cheat again with my current partner. Im not sure if its just a kink at this point or what but im feeling pretty guilty about it

a local woman i was chatting with, one day on my way home from work asked if i was horny.... well wasnt looking to cheat if i wasnt lol, so i said yes. then came her request i was to take care of myself in front of her up until i was ready to finish, then put it in her, climax, pull out and leave. odd. but sure ok.

Ladies, i know how to make your son stop cheating. Ask me how

Weve been married 13 years, and things have gotten cold. My oldest is in middle, and the parent group chats became my only social outlet. Mike, someone Id see at field events but never really talked to before, started asking me to meet up without the kids. Our first cup of coffee led to late-n texts that were less about and more about everything else. One Saturday, he asked if he could join me to pick my son up from a soccer game. When my son forgot to switch his phone to silent, my husband called. He saw Mikes number and message history. Im a 40-year-old mom who made a terrible mistake. I cant stop thinking about the look on my sons face when he realized. How do I even begin to fix this?

To my friends here, how crazy was the glow up after letting the scumbag out of your life? Drop the stats!

Just got beaten up after asking where he was, after discovering their affair just a week ago. Caught them right at the motel going down the stairs laughing like a normal couple who just had sex. I am disgusted and i cant feel a thing except for anxiety attacks. I cant cry. Then i got beaten up. Im tired of this.