This week has been the worst week of my life. I don't really know where to start. My wife and I have been married 5years and have been together almost 10. I'm 30 she is 28. We have 20month old twins. Me and my wife have always had a solid relationship. We have never had downs, only ups. I own my own business and make a good living, she stays at home with the kids. My wife literally wants for nothing. We have a great sex life. I'm emotionally and physically available to her and the kids much more than the average person thanks to the freedom of owning my own business. We have a great social life and we get plenty of date night/party nights to stay connected as a couple. We love each other very much and are each other's best friends and favorite company.
And this is the reasons why my wife's one night stand is so much harder for me to understand and deal with.
It all started Saturday when my wife told me she was having a girls night out with her good friend from work (she used to cut hair)and a couple of her friends.
My wife doesn't usually want to have fun without me but her friend had recently gone through a rough break up with her jerk ex and was just trying to reconnect with old friends which is totally understandable. My wife and I have never had trust issues so I told her to have fun and I stayed home and watched the kids. She didn't get home till six a.m. And honestly it didn't think twice about it.
Anyways fast forward to Monday night. My wife says she needs to go to the grocery store to get food and diapers. She leaves and comes back 2 minutes later. I can tell something's not right. She starts crying and said she fucked up really bad. I didn't know what she meant I thought she hit someone with he van or wrecked the car or something.
Then she told me she had a one night stand Saturday night. Not just a one night stand btw but a threesome with some guy and one of her friends girlfriends. I was fucking blown away. I didn't even know what to think I was so unprepared for her to tell me this. All night I was just confused not even mad. In a weird way it kind of turned me on. I've always had fantasies of tag teaming my wife with a friend. And when we'd have sex I'd talk dirty to her about that kind of stuff sometimes. But they were just fantasies.
I was curious about it more than anything so I told her to tell me about what happened in detail. That's when everything went crazy. As soon as she started talking the reality of it started to sink in. My curiosity was quickly replaced with rage and panic. I couldn't believe that the love of my life and the wife of my children could stab me in the back like this. She told me it was an accident I told her to shut the fuck up and get away from me. I went downstairs because I couldn't sleep. I basically cried all night. I had to go to work next morning so I proceeded to get really drunk to get the images out of my head and get some sleep. She kept coming down and trying to console me but it just hurt too much to be around her so I told her to go away.
The next day at work I couldn't get the images she told me out of my head. I was so messed up. Every second I was consumed by the mind movies of her getting railed by some guy in a slutty threesome. I was pissed that she had sex with another guy, but I was even more upset that she saved the sexually experience of a threesome with some fucking bar rat than her husband. It made me feel like an emasculated bitch and I'm not I'm a fucking stud!
I got on Facebook and started to research this guy and this other girl. Turns out she is married to his friend and she has three kids. Part of me wants to tell her husband. But I can't bring myself to do it to the poor bastard. After everything I've gone through I just can't bring that on him and I don't want to be involved in breaking up there home. I love kids too much and I don't ever want to do anything that could hurt a child it would just be too much weight on my soul.
After the next day of obsessing over this guy I decided to confront him. I found his address online left work early and staked out his house till he came home. I drank a couple of beers to take the edge off and waited.
When he pulled up I got out of my truck and walked up to him. He knew something was wrong and asked if he could help me. I took off my sunglasses and asked if he knew who I was. I think he did but he said no. I told him I was so and so and he fucked my wife. He immediately went into denial mode and was acting as if he had no idea she was married and all that crap. I then said does your friend know your fucking his wife too. He said no and I asked him how he would like it if his friend found out. I then punched him in the face to force an altercation. He just apologized profusely and told me he got my point. I then threatened to tell his friend about the one night stand and left.
This confrontation made me feel so much better at first. My wife is super hot and in my mind I just imagine this guy grinning from ear to ear showing all of his friends her Facebook picture followed by I had a threesome with her (because what guy wouldn't). My goal was to sour his experience. Every time he thinks about that moment I want him to remember the fear he had when I walked into his driveway. To me it felt like a small victory to balancing out the injustice that had been done.
I went home afterwards and felt better I told my wife I still love her and I feel like I can forgive her.
Anyways I was horney and we went upstairs after we put the kids to sleep. Like an idiot while we were getting intimate I had her tell me about what happened in detail to her Saturday. She did and we both got turned on and had pretty hot sex.(I know I'm fucking weird). The second I came the fantasy became a reality again and I was right back to feeling fucking nuts.
I started to realize that even though that guy and girl might be scumbags they arnet married to me and owe me nothing. The real fault in this whole situation falls completely on my wife for betraying me. I tried laying in bed and going to sleep next to her and out of nowhere an anger just blew up inside of me I told her that if we didn't have kids I would fucking dump her ass. I told he she is a shit person for doing this to the kids as well as me. I told her if you can do something like this to me when the chips are up I can't imagine how you might be if we feel into hard times. She didn't say anything. She lets me vent on her because she knows she deserves it. Sometimes I meen the bad shit I say to her but most of the times I don't. I just can't control how I feel the next minute.
I told her if she gave a shit about this marriage she can put out the effort herself to fix it. I grabbed my keys, got dressed, threw some shit and then went to a hotel.
I finally got my first night of real sleep. Just being out of that environment helped a lot.
We think our son could potentially have autism so the next morning we had a meeting at our house with a therapist to do an evaluation. (The therapist said he doesn't have autism but he does have some speech development issues they can work out, huge relief).
After the meeting was over my wife said she set an appointment with an infidelity specialist.
Bottom line is I know my wife loves me and I love my family so I want to work on it but I'm just so fucking hurt, embarrassed, angry.
I wanted to cheat on my wife and rub it in her face but after reading forums people say that it doesn't make you feel any better. And the truth is I've never wanted to cheat on my wife.