[lucaslegend]

My Wife is a Serial Cheater

I was watching the small screen of my iPhone and I could see my living room through a discreetly installed camera. I smoked as I watched my wife kissing another man in front of the sofa and both collapsed onto it passionately, on my iPhone screen.

The guy unbuttoned her shirt and her black bra was revealed. He buried his head in her breast area and she seemed to be enjoying it. Her eyes closed, her legs spread wide open and then wrapped around the guy’s waist.

I continued to smoke and watch silently.

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I am the same age as my wife, we met each other at university and have been together since then. We are both 33 years old this year. So, we have been a couple for more than a decade.

We have been married for 4 years and we don’t plan to have kids. While I personally want kids, my wife does not subscribe to that and I respect her decision. I guess it was not really a deal-breaker for me back then. However, if I am being honest, it’s starting to mess with my head now more than ever as most of my peers are becoming parents themselves.

A few years ago, we both bought ourselves a resale flat on the west side and gleefully adopted a cat despite HDB’s no-cat rule. Things have been ok at best, work has been fine for me (fantastic for her), although sex is close to minimal.

She just seems so busy and tired most of the time. She has a bigger role and responsibility at work than me, and she earns more than me. She said I won’t be able to understand her as leading a team is very different from being an individual contributor like me at work.

I have to request or beg for a handjob or a blowjob from time to time, and I get them every once or twice a month. Yes, that’s pretty much it. Sexual intercourse? Once or twice every quarter.

I know it’s very pathetic, and I did try to engage in prostitution behind her. I found out I just couldn’t engage in any intimacy with a prostitute or a stranger, it’s just not for me. I won’t and I don’t dare to kiss them, and kissing is a big deal for me. A kiss-less sex is not sex for me. It’s just glorified masturbation and a very expensive one, at least in my humble opinion.

So I just watch porn, wank myself off, and occasionally get a handjob or a blowjob from her. It’s crazy that she hasn’t been very into penetrative sex in the past few years.

I thought to myself, ok if both of us are not getting enough sex and yet we still love each other, so be it, sex shouldn’t define our relationship. And in fact, we don’t lack intimacy. We have a lot of hugs, and kisses, just not sex. She wants hugs and kisses from me too.

So if you ask, why are you still with her? I guess it’s really because I love her. I believe she loves me too. After all, she loves cuddling with me when she feels like it, right?

Also, she is pretty and attractive. She works out, she does yoga, and her body shape is still flawless. I still get to spank her perky round firm ass whenever I want, I still get to fondle her C-cup breasts whenever I want. I love her pink inverted nipples, they still turn me on after all these years. Most importantly, she tolerates my dad body and never asks me to change.

She accepts me. I love her.

Or so I thought. Until I accidentally read her WhatsApp text on her laptop last year.

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We never pry into each other’s privacies. In fact, she doesn’t know my device passcode, and neither do I. Yet fatefully, I just had that curiosity to look into her texts that night when the chance presented itself to me.

She was asleep and her work laptop was still on. So, after a deep breath, I just scrolled through her texts. I didn’t know what to expect, I was just curious about her persona with her colleagues.

My first impression was “Wow she texts with a lot of guys”.

Then there was a text from a guy named Richard that caught my attention.

“Miss being inside of you already.”, that was the last text my wife received from this guy Richard.

Was Richard her manager? I was thinking out loud while my heart shattered. I thought Richard is married and has like two kids.

I scrolled through the entirety of their chat records. Some examples of their texts:

Richard: “You sure it’s ok to shoot inside?”
My wife: “I am on birth control pills no worries ok”

My wife: “Please don’t plant hickey on me next time, my husband will notice.”
Richard: “Can I plant it under your boobies? Hehe”
I remembered and I just thought it was some bruises or allergies.

My wife: “Dear please make sure your friend signs the order form before next week ok.”
Richard: “Can, no worries. Also, can I get a bj later after this boring meeting?”
My wife: “I have a 15-minute slot before meeting customer.”
Richard: “I know, I see your Google calendar. Haha I can’t last 10 minutes with your mouth you know it very well.”

Richard: “I am sorry I won’t do that again.”
My wife: “Please don’t do it ever again, no anal, it’s too painful.”

My wife: “Please no more slapping on my buttocks, my husband noticed already.”
Richard: “I am sorry I won’t do that again.”
I remembered and I brushed it off as allergies again. How stupid!

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I was beyond sadness. I felt hopeless. I felt my entire existence was a lie and I didn’t know what to do. So what did I do? I wanted to find out more.

I went online and learned to install spyware on her phone and laptop. I installed spy cameras in our house and her car.

I started spying on her and her affairs. There must be a reason for all these bullshit betrayals. I still wanted to trust her.

To be continued