Have you ever caught your wife in bed with another guy

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Have you ever caught your wife cheating?

I don't just mean tale-tell signs or letters. But actually in bed or on the sofa or floor doing the deed?
 
I caught my wife in bed with my best friend once. I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, shook my finger at him, and said "Bad dog! Bad dog!!"
 
My wife and I are a hotwife couple. So she's never going to be able to cheat on me. I walk in on my wife in bed with another man, she's doing it with my full approval. Now thinking back the couple times my wife did cheat on me I didn't have the pleasure of finding out this way.
 
My wife and I are a hotwife couple. So she's never going to be able to cheat on me. I walk in on my wife in bed with another man, she's doing it with my full approval. Now thinking back the couple times my wife did cheat on me I didn't have the pleasure of finding out this way.
Same here, both of my late wives had my permission to have sex with anyone they wanted, and I had theirs as well.
 
Have you ever caught your wife cheating?

I don't just mean tale-tell signs or letters. But actually in bed or on the sofa or floor doing the deed?

caught as in a surprise no, Because she did not have to sneak around to fuck men. She told me what she wanted and I said OK as long as she came home to me.
 
It's funny. My wife and I are a hotwife couple. She knows she has my full approval to have sex with other men. I'm eagerly awaiting the moment I come home to find her in our marital bed with another man. While there have been who knows how many husbands that have done this very thing and don't appreciate it!
 
I did come home once unexpectedly to find my ex wife fucking a neighbor in our bed. We eventually divorced but I often jerk off to the memory of hearing the bed creaking just before I broke in on them.
 
I did come home once unexpectedly to find my ex wife fucking a neighbor in our bed. We eventually divorced but I often jerk off to the memory of hearing the bed creaking just before I broke in on them.

There's no way I could break that up. I'd wait for as long as I could out in the hallway listening to all I could.
 
There's no way I could break that up. I'd wait for as long as I could out in the hallway listening to all I could.
I'd have joined in and fucked him while he kept fucking her. No way I'd ever divorce her for that.
 
Agreed. Quick, get the fucking camera!

The only thing that pissed me off about past girlfriends was that they wouldn't
take pics.
 
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No, I never caught her. She just told me about it when she got home.
 
No, I never caught her. She just told me about it when she got home.


You think so?

You're maybe right, they don't tend to leave evidence.

I always thought it was okay,however. Tell me where you've been and who you've
screwed, you naughty cow.
 
You think so?

You're maybe right, they don't tend to leave evidence.

I always thought it was okay,however. Tell me where you've been and who you've
screwed, you naughty cow.

She only screwed other men in a hotel or his house, not at our house. Pics or a video would have been nice.
 
She only screwed other men in a hotel or his house, not at our house. Pics or a video would have been nice.

This is my wife and I as well. She's actually getting laid at her lover's place right now. I prefer they were up in our marital bed right now though.
 
YES. But not in my bed, and not at my house, but on a couch in HIS and I videotaped it.

Not the smartest thing I ever did, but I was not really thinking rationally at the time.

The day my first wife left me I was blindsided. I had come home from a bad, high impact, day at work shaken by an assault on a coworker and quite literally reeking of pepper spray. I walked into the kitchen and she put her hands on her hips and said, "I want out." Not sure what she was saying I merely said, "What?" and she expounded, "I want out. I want a divorce."

Things weren't always perfect, but I always thought they were reasonably good. After halfway composing myself I said, "What are you going to do because I'm not going to go anywhere. This house was mine before we were married."

"No problem," she said. "I knew you'd say that so I've made other arrangements." Fifteen minutes later a man, the worship leader of a local church (not the one we attended) for whom she'd been babysitting came and helped her move out with a few bags she already had packed. I think he was there for "security" since she had a car and didn't need a ride anywhere. She started to put the tearful kids (5 & 7) through the, "Who do you want to stay with...." trauma till I stopped her and said, "I'm not going to put them through this. You can take them tonight and we'll sort it out later."

Not long after they left I got a phone call asking for her. I said she wasn't there and when the woman asked when she'd be back I was honest and said, "I don't know. She just said she wanted a divorce and moved out." She responded, "I find that very interesting. I'm ----- the estranged wife of ------ and I was calling to find out why she's spending so much time at my husband's house when I have the kids and there is no need for babysitting." She wasn't surprised when I said he showed up while she was moving out.

It all suddenly made sense. Sometime later my wife called, about what I can't remember. When I told her about the call I'd received she denied that there was anything between her and him and said he was "just a friend helping her out." She added, "What does ----- care. She's been sleeping with her boss." As if that made her actions more acceptable.

OK. Here's the gist of it. I was pissed and hurt, but also calculating and I decided that if there was going to be a divorce I was getting evidence of apparent infidelity now. I dressed in black tactical gear, grabbed the video camera (putting black tape over the 'recording light'), and drove and parked a block from his house which was on a hill at the end of a cul-de-sac. I then walked the rest of the way.

She thought she was being clever and had parked the car a few houses from his. I videotaped its location and relation to his house. I made a half-assed attempt at staying under cover as I approached his house. I approached one bedroom window that faced the street and, rising to peer over the sill, saw my kids sleeping in that bed. "What the fuck?" I thought and made a video record of their location.

I proceeded window to window till I approached what was obviously the living room or family room, a large window with a low sill, adjacent to the porch. There was a faint glow from a television in the room and flickering on the glass. Crouching low, when I peered into the window, I couldn't believe it. There they were, in full debauchery, fucking on the couch with him banging away on her missionary style. My blood boiled but I kept my composure and videotaped away. When played back, it was even more revealing since the camera amplified the ambient light in the room.

I guess their reasoning was that if they had spent the night in the same bed, the kids would have "figured something out" so they put the kids in the bed and "innocently began to watch TV together". When they thought the kids were asleep they went at it and had a good romp. As I told her months later, when I revealed the existence of the tape, "What were you thinking. The room didn't have a lock, or even a door, the kids could have just walked right in on you." I never showed the tape to her but I revealed so many details about what I saw that she knew I had been there.

Of course, in a no-fault-divorce state, a judge wasn't going to care about who committed adultery, or who was fucking whom, but he might care about who was stupid enough to fuck on a living room couch, in an open room, with two little kids in the house. She and Sancho were too stupid to realize that taping them had probably been illegal.

My lawyer told me to not mention the tape in court, she never mentioned the tape in court, but it's existence may have tempered her willingness to put up much of a custody fight. In the end I got the kids, I got the house, I kept my retirement, and she got one car and her "freedom"(I suppose). Testimony came out about that first night, when I had said I wasn't going to put the kids through the trauma of choosing between mommy and daddy, and the judge referenced that and other facts as demonstrating that I always wanted what was best for the kids, and she wanted what was best for her.

She broke up with that guy. Married another and divorced him. Almost died from multiple organ failure due to dependence on and mixing alcohol with narcotic pain relievers. She's recovered and is thanfully sober now. My second wife, who raised my kids and hers with me, and I have been married for 20 years. My ex will tell you that my wife is the best thing that ever happened to my kids.
 
Does it count if I'm riding my husband and then I call out the wrong name when I orgasm?
 
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