Married To A Lesbian

The Story

Hello, my story is absolutely real and I want to hear opinions from different people. I am a man of 32 years. I have been married for 6 years and we have been parents for 4. I love my wife very much and I care about our family. Our problems started shortly before she became pregnant. My wife is 27 beautiful, weak and gentle, I have always wanted and sex was good. At one point something went wrong I lost interest in her as a woman. Every time we did, it was as fast as we could. In general, I am very relaxed and I have always liked rough sex, without restraint and I am always ready to experiment, but our sex has become a routine. After a while, a wonderful son was born to us, everything was the same, but my wife fell into a terrible after childbirth depression. I was patient with her. While, we had to close a newly opened store from which we lost a lot of money from the family budget. All this exacerbated things between us even more. She became terribly tense and hot-tempered. Constantly dissatisfied with something, shouting, shouting, throwing, our scandals became everyday, some of them brutal. We became more and more distant from each other, I avoided having sex with her because at one point it was difficult for me to keep him firm. Although I loved her and wanted her, it just didn't work out. It happened that we did not have sex for 2 months. During this time we managed to masturbate on our own. I say this about myself, and for her, what seemed strange to me was that I detected forgotten windows on the family computer with lesbian porn, which at first glance I thought was normal. It's been a long time since he had sex, but rarely, it was hard for me to keep him in an erection. I kept this to myself without sharing it with her. During this time, everything else was fine. We did everything that normal families do. Our relationship improved, except for the closeness, which, as I said, was rare. She started working and since then my life has turned 360 degrees ... So let's start with the person who intervened in our family, we will call him Petya.

Petya is a colleague of my wife. She is 38 years old, married with a child. Good looking woman, at first glance a little masculine in my opinion. Their friendship seemed normal, they went to work together in the same car, they gradually began to spend more and more time together. They went out after work for a walk with the children, for coffee, etc. Everything was within normal limits, until they started writing to each other on Facebook. They didn't have enough time to work together, after work and round the clock chats. Doubts arose in me and I wondered what they could write about so often. The female topics of conversation are as extensive as I know, but what I did does me no honor. I remembered an old tablet that we had not used for a long time, it had not unsubscribed from the browser and so .... I was a direct witness to their conversations. At first there were only subtle hints and jokes, until one evening the conversation started like this: I will pass it on to you literally to get a clear idea of ​​1 is Petya 2 is my wife 1: won't you go to bed anymore? 2: Not yet and you? 1: Not something chews me inside, I feel like drinking, I feel like going somewhere, I do nonsense, from time to time I get crazy 2: I know and so do I, take me With you 1: had someone next to you Or can I write what I want 2: no no 1: kaka you Before she was very naughty and I miss this time very much in the literal sense ... 2: I know because I was like that too, don't you feel that I am different 1: tomorrow we will talk face to face 2: and don't say anything you have to say

1: I love you

2: And I love you

1: I miss you

2: And you miss me. something else? 1: I'm with you all day and you don't get out of my head at night. is that what you want to hear? I can't gather my thoughts. Is that what you wanted to hear? 2: well, that's what I wanted to hear ... In that case, what do you want to hear from me? I love you I can't work, I can't sleep, I can't think ....

1: yes that's exactly what I wanted to hear. And what do you plan to do?

2: so how do you think there is a return to the back? Then I'll save it for you, but the conversation continued on what kind of panties she wore, how wet she was, etc. I was in the other room all the time. How did I do? Amy, I tried to talk to her, I also said that this "friendship" of theirs would not lead to anything good, that this type of relationship was very dangerous. She didn't want to hear and said that all this was a fabrication in my sick brain and that I was a complete psychopath. He denied everything, neglected me and our child so that he could spend time with Petya. She was just in love. He completely changed his attitude and appearance. She was sad when she didn't see Petya. They had a business trip to work in the Rhodopes, which they would spend together in a hotel room. There was nothing I could do but seek help from her mother, with whom I had a wonderful relationship and had a stepmother. We met, we talked, I explained everything, at first she didn't want to believe it, but after I showed her the chronology she was shocked. This is not my daughter, it can't be. It was obvious that the heel was boiling and boiling in such a twisted relationship, and provoked my wife in some way. What we did, we first talked as a mother and daughter, my wife probably realized what she was doing and regretted what happened, begged our forgiveness, will end any kind of relationship with Petya, will even leave work. I believed and said that there was no need to leave work, it was enough to really realize and decide what kind of life he wanted to live from now on. Only a week passed, once I lost confidence, the doubt in me remained. Everything between us began to improve, but one day the phone fell into my hands, and what to see, made a new e-mail address through which emails were written with Petya, literally every minute when I sleep with my back to her. The topics were the same, they had even consumed their relationship, according to what I read.

She convinced me that he didn't even talk to her, she had become a pathological liar. There was another conversation between the two of us, I said that I know about the emails from abv, I received remorse and promises again, this is the end. I believed, I love her very much, I decided to show her that the child and I are her family. I treated her like a queen, I made constant surprises, not that I didn't treat her well before, our only problem was sex. But alas, don't ask me how but I understood, from abv they were transferred to e-mail. bg. I was lied to and disappointed once again. She no longer wanted to hear about leaving work, she told her parents that I was obsessed with harassing her and I was constantly making up reasons and stories, Petya and I were just good friends and that's it. her mother. From this day to this day I am nobody for her family do not want to see me, to hear me, they even blocked me from Facebook. My wife lied to all the people who love her and hold on to her. Despite everything, I wanted to do everything in my power so that our child would not grow up in a family of divorced parents. I made an appointment for family therapy with a psychotherapist. Surprisingly, he agreed. After a few visits, my eyes were blurred again. Everything between them became much more covert, later I realized that there is a second SIM card and nothing stopped.

There was nowhere else to go, I filed for divorce, secretly hoping that when he realized where things were going, he would stop. She received him with terrible anger, packed her bags and went to her mother. And so for several months we waited for a trial date. We heard each other almost every day because of the child, but he wouldn't let me see him, I saw him up to once a week for a few minutes. During this time I became a wreck, I abandoned my business, I didn't care about anything, I couldn't go home because I saw their belongings everywhere, I indulged in vices, I drank around the clock, I tried to meet other women, but nothing else. except for my wife and child, there was no work in my head. All this time they continued their love saga. One day I had to find something I was looking for in my phone some time ago. I went into the search history and what to see, my wife and I used a Google profile ... well I have to tell you that she had become a purebred lesbian who watched lesbian series (el links) looking for gold jewelry as a gift to Petya, visits to the lesbian pornhub category were several times a day during hours when the child was awake in her presence, but what shocked me the most was that she wanted to tattoo Petya with Chinese characters. It totally ruined me. I couldn't accept that I had lost, but I was powerless. The birthday of our godchildren was approaching, which brought us back together in a few hours, during which we talked a lot.

Of course she denied everything. And in the end she said that if she wanted she could go home, but I had to understand and accept that she and Petya were friends, they would meet, they would see each other, but within normal limits. I missed them terribly, swallowed all my dignity and self-confidence and agreed. I had to find a way to show her that this was a momentary thing and that there was no future with a woman. They came home I was very happy, that our child is by my side. My wife was terribly changed. She was doing nothing wrong in her eyes. What I did was I wanted to prove to her that I knew about their relationship and that it was real because she kept denying it. I hired a private detective who gave me full access to her phone, and put cameras in our home, the whole and personal world was in front of my eyes, which I'm not proud of, don't judge me I had no choice. They went out almost every day, as I sat at home and watched our child. Night meetings in the parking lots of big stores, I guess you remember why they hid in the cars there. They were at work together all day, he was late for work, and when he got home he put on his headphones and talked until I got home.

Attention to our child was almost non-existent, she was busy talking to Petya, watching lesbian porn and searching all day. They talked about a lot of topics, starting each morning with "Good morning, I love you very much", discussing how they would go on vacation on an island, what their husbands would think of us, choosing an apartment for which Petya would take out a loan to buy it. to live together there two, who will drive the children to school, etc. and understood a lot of sex, how when where they will do it, as all the time I was "those" in their conversations. There was jealousy, love and explanations from my wife that we did not have sex last night, Petya did not give her. I felt like a complete idiot and it was very hard for me, but at least the child was with me. My wife claimed that she loved me and that everything between us would be fine, but she avoided any intimacy with me. The few times we had sex, She couldn't finish without caressing, and when I did French, I got comments like: Off that beard I sting me, Don't spit I'm disgusted, did you wash your hands, did you brush your teeth, etc. How do you think I felt. One day we had gone to bed with the child and we both fell asleep. I woke up and saw that my wife was not on the bed, I went to the other room and what to see, lying down, she played her porn and writhed with pleasure. Whereupon I couldn't stand it and it became a terrible scandal, I said everything I know about absolutely every one of their conversations about everything. Promises and excuses followed once again. Things calmed down for a while, he came home normally from work, they couldn't see each other, they didn't talk. I calmed down, She started behaving well with me, everything was normal. I decided that now was the time to show her how important family was to me and how much I cared for her. I began to shower her with love, attention, gifts and surprises. I bought a jeep and fulfilled all my wishes. She was happy and I could see that. Until one night I came home surprisingly early and had to spend the night outside our house due to commitments. She wasn't expecting me yet, when I got home I received an SMS, I took the phone and what to see, another SIM card and messages from Petya.

Nothing had stopped, everything was just to make me stop doubting, and when I was calm and had started to rebuild my business, my physique and my daily life, everything collapsed in minutes. Anyway, another scandal followed, another forgiveness from me, and I told her that I would not live this dual way of life, choose or live with a man or a woman. It took a long time for them to communicate in absolutely no way, which I was sure of, I just didn't know what was going on while they were at work. I had gone so deep into things, that I found the catch in that too. Emmy was just as I thought, at work every free minute they were together, hugging and kissing hidden from everyone ... that was the end, I was already crushed, ruined, without a gram of dignity and self-confidence. This whole surveillance and camera story doesn't give me honor or dignity, but it was a way to show her where she was actually going. At the moment we are together again, she got pregnant and of course had an abortion, which she so skillfully tried to hide from me. But things are wrong, I do not have a gram of confidence in her. And the worst thing is that she does not make an effort to get it back. We live as roommates without any intimacy, sex from time to time. I did not press, I said, and that I understand it and that I will wait, I know that it will be difficult, but we will survive it.

She regrets her actions and says she doesn't know what this woman did to her, but she doesn't want to see her anymore. In front of me you continue to hold the thesis that he is hetero, that yes, she wrote, she spoke terrible nonsense, but she did not touch it with her finger, which I think is funny after everything I have seen, but anyway. It is very difficult for me to I continue my life in this way, as I said I love it, I love my family very much, I want everything between us to be normal. But I am tormented by the thought of whether she will meet another Petya, whether she is not really another married and disguised lesbian.

When we go out somewhere, a beautiful and scantily clad woman impresses me, which is perfectly normal to look at. She looks from head to toe and the men pass them. What to do please give me advice if anyone has encountered a similar situation, comments such as make a threesome and find a mistress I do not want. I just want to hear an opinion,

Last Updated
September 16, 2020
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