01-04-2023, 03:49 PM
It is three weeks later. It has been an interesting three weeks.
Archana is my soulmate, my best friend, the main reason for my happiness. She is still always the amazing woman she was, even after I caught her in a lie and realized she was cheating on me. I know that theoretically, I should be angry. But I can't muster up the anger. I love her. She loves me. Things are otherwise the same as they were before that chance instance in the mall when I saw her with the fratboy.
We have been together since we were 14. I have been thinking about other women throughout that time. Just that I have never acted on any opportunities. For me, it is all about fantasies and porn and masturbation. For her, it might be about flings. Is her actual infidelity really worse than my mental infidelity? I can't answer that. So I don't confront her.
"Sir, are you sure you want me to drop you off here?", the Uber driver asks.
I look up from my phone. He repeats the question.
"Yes, yes, this is good." I say, opening the car door.
"It's just...in the middle of nowhere sir!" he says, genuinely confused.
"I am meeting a friend." I distractedly say, my eyes still on my phone screen.
On the phone is the location of Archana's phone. The morning after THAT night, when she was in the shower, I took her phone and enabled location tracking. I was expecting something of a bombshell on the basis of what I did. But for a couple of weeks, there was nothing out of the ordinary. She went to work, and then came home, only stopping by to pick up our daughter when it was her turn.
I have been paying special attention towards the location during lunch time, because lunch time is when I first saw her kissing the guy. But even in lunch time, she is in her office.She could be hooking up with him in her office. But there is no justifiable way for me to verify it.
Until today. I see on location tracking that she is in a wooded area in a state park half an hour away from where she works. I can't drive my own car, or rather, our car. She would recognize it. Hence the Uber.
I walk into the woods, following the location indicator, which is in the state park. And then right before I hit the treeline, I stop. I can see Archana. She is sitting on a picnic bench eating a taco. Next to her is fratboy also eating a taco. On the other side is a young black guy, also lean and handsome. They are all laughing and talking.
I stay hidden behind the shrubs and watch them. They are eating takeout tacos and talking and laughing. To anyone else watching, it all would look very innocent. A good looking Indian woman in her late 30s having tacos on a bench with two young male colleagues. Nothing to see here. Move on, right?
And then it happens. I can't hear what they are saying from 100 feet away but I can tell that the two guys are saying something intently to my wife. She keeps laughing and shaking her head. And then she throws her arms up.
I watch rooted to my spot as Archana, the love of my life, my soul mate, my best friend, the mother of my child, the center of my existence then moves her head to the left and right and the back to make sure no one is watching. And then starts unbuttoning her blouse.
The two men stop laughing and stare, as do I, when Archana unbuttons each button with a seductive gesture. Her upper chest is exposed, then her sizeable cleavage, then her bra covered boobs, then her stomach that is still flat. My wife is sitting in a public place outdoor exposing herself to two young men. And I am watching. And I am still just watching. Not running up to yell at her or divorce her.
I see her close her eyes and smile happily as fratboy buries his face in her cleavage. Black guy reaches over and caresses her face. Then there is a short discussion between them. Fratboy and Archana wipe their hands and enter the back seat of a car parked next to them. Black guy gets in the front seat, but is facing towards the back.
And I get the first real visual evidence of the fact that my wife is cheating on me. The car is positioned such that I am almost exactly behind it, a 100 feet away. I can see fratboy and Archana's heads in the back window. Then I see Archana's head lowering. And then I don't see her anymore. The black guy in the front is visible, looking at the back and laughing. I don't have to be an Einstein to figure out that Archana is sucking fratboy's dick in the back of the car.
I could run up there and yell at them and everything. If I did not have an erection. I am super hard. And I get even harder when a few minutes later, I notice the silhouette of fratboy getting up, turning around, then turning sideways and then rhythmically moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. That is it, I realize. That is my wife bent over in the back of the car in a state park, being fucked by some guy.
She is a cheat, she is a slut, she is a harlot, I immediately console myself. But I cannot look away. My wife, my soulmate, the love of my life for most of my life, is getting banged in front of my eyes. And I cannot look away or stop it.
Archana is my soulmate, my best friend, the main reason for my happiness. She is still always the amazing woman she was, even after I caught her in a lie and realized she was cheating on me. I know that theoretically, I should be angry. But I can't muster up the anger. I love her. She loves me. Things are otherwise the same as they were before that chance instance in the mall when I saw her with the fratboy.
We have been together since we were 14. I have been thinking about other women throughout that time. Just that I have never acted on any opportunities. For me, it is all about fantasies and porn and masturbation. For her, it might be about flings. Is her actual infidelity really worse than my mental infidelity? I can't answer that. So I don't confront her.
"Sir, are you sure you want me to drop you off here?", the Uber driver asks.
I look up from my phone. He repeats the question.
"Yes, yes, this is good." I say, opening the car door.
"It's just...in the middle of nowhere sir!" he says, genuinely confused.
"I am meeting a friend." I distractedly say, my eyes still on my phone screen.
On the phone is the location of Archana's phone. The morning after THAT night, when she was in the shower, I took her phone and enabled location tracking. I was expecting something of a bombshell on the basis of what I did. But for a couple of weeks, there was nothing out of the ordinary. She went to work, and then came home, only stopping by to pick up our daughter when it was her turn.
I have been paying special attention towards the location during lunch time, because lunch time is when I first saw her kissing the guy. But even in lunch time, she is in her office.She could be hooking up with him in her office. But there is no justifiable way for me to verify it.
Until today. I see on location tracking that she is in a wooded area in a state park half an hour away from where she works. I can't drive my own car, or rather, our car. She would recognize it. Hence the Uber.
I walk into the woods, following the location indicator, which is in the state park. And then right before I hit the treeline, I stop. I can see Archana. She is sitting on a picnic bench eating a taco. Next to her is fratboy also eating a taco. On the other side is a young black guy, also lean and handsome. They are all laughing and talking.
I stay hidden behind the shrubs and watch them. They are eating takeout tacos and talking and laughing. To anyone else watching, it all would look very innocent. A good looking Indian woman in her late 30s having tacos on a bench with two young male colleagues. Nothing to see here. Move on, right?
And then it happens. I can't hear what they are saying from 100 feet away but I can tell that the two guys are saying something intently to my wife. She keeps laughing and shaking her head. And then she throws her arms up.
I watch rooted to my spot as Archana, the love of my life, my soul mate, my best friend, the mother of my child, the center of my existence then moves her head to the left and right and the back to make sure no one is watching. And then starts unbuttoning her blouse.
The two men stop laughing and stare, as do I, when Archana unbuttons each button with a seductive gesture. Her upper chest is exposed, then her sizeable cleavage, then her bra covered boobs, then her stomach that is still flat. My wife is sitting in a public place outdoor exposing herself to two young men. And I am watching. And I am still just watching. Not running up to yell at her or divorce her.
I see her close her eyes and smile happily as fratboy buries his face in her cleavage. Black guy reaches over and caresses her face. Then there is a short discussion between them. Fratboy and Archana wipe their hands and enter the back seat of a car parked next to them. Black guy gets in the front seat, but is facing towards the back.
And I get the first real visual evidence of the fact that my wife is cheating on me. The car is positioned such that I am almost exactly behind it, a 100 feet away. I can see fratboy and Archana's heads in the back window. Then I see Archana's head lowering. And then I don't see her anymore. The black guy in the front is visible, looking at the back and laughing. I don't have to be an Einstein to figure out that Archana is sucking fratboy's dick in the back of the car.
I could run up there and yell at them and everything. If I did not have an erection. I am super hard. And I get even harder when a few minutes later, I notice the silhouette of fratboy getting up, turning around, then turning sideways and then rhythmically moving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. That is it, I realize. That is my wife bent over in the back of the car in a state park, being fucked by some guy.
She is a cheat, she is a slut, she is a harlot, I immediately console myself. But I cannot look away. My wife, my soulmate, the love of my life for most of my life, is getting banged in front of my eyes. And I cannot look away or stop it.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)