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Let me begin by saying I realise I am a complete and utter asshole, and I deserve all the retribution that this post will probably endure. It is my burdon to carry and not a day goes by that I wish this had not have happened. I guess I wanted to just get it off my chest, and provide some kind of real life account that may serve as a warning to anyone who thinks the advice that Athol offers on this site is “too hard” or requires “too much effort and work”, or to those who think “this could never happen to me.”
This is the story of what went on between me and one of my wife’s friends (and also my friends wife).
I knew that she (A) was unhappy with her husband (he was the ultimate beta, pandering to her in every way possible) and while I wasn’t 100% unhappy, I wasn’t really into my wife either. She had let herself go since we had baby number two and had no motivation to get back into shape. I was probably a bit of a beta in the eyes of my wife myself. A’s husband was text book beta, reading this site it is as if it was written for him and what he needed to do to change. To A though, I was Alpha and out ranked her husband in looks/career/everything.
It started innocently enough, a bit of flirting with each other at dinner dates or events, nothing too over the top. If alcohol was involved the flirting would amplify a lot, but it never went beyond flirting (maybe the odd arm touch).
This went on for years until one night when everyone had had too many drinks and I uttered the phrase, “you look fucking hot tonight.” That was it. Queue constant texting and sexting. All the attention I should have been giving my wife went to A, and hers went to me. The next weekend at another gathering I was rubbing her leg under the table and her mine – all while my wife and her husband (and both sets of children – we had 2 each) were all within 5-10 feet. This lead to a drunken make out session in the back yard (again with everyone just feet away). It was game on. About a week later we met up during the day (she didn’t work, hubby worked 70 hours a week to bring home the bacon) and had sex at my place. This went on for a few weeks. We did it in every way imaginable, and I mean every way. Porn stars didn’t do the shit we did. Sometimes her husband would call while we were doing it and she would ramble on about whatever she was doing for the day. She would also always ask when he would be home (so I knew when to clear out). Sometimes she would call him at work asking when he expected to be home so that we knew how much time we had together. If you suspect your wife is up to something, try coming home/driving by your house at random times. Although a drive by wouldn’t have caught me, I used to hide my car a few streets back.
After a few weeks my wife busted us by reading a very sexy message that came to my phone – I got sloppy and had left it in the kitchen.
My wife lost it, called A and abused her. We’d discussed the possibly of getting caught before so we already had our script. We’d just say it was a bit of stupid flirting, an emotional affair at worst, nothing physical. My wife called A’s husband also, but he’d already been fed the story (and believed it). A had called him as soon as she got of the phone with my wife. This happened on a Friday night so it was a pretty long and awful weekend. I figured it was over, but on Monday morning there was an email at work from a code name, inviting me to join yahoo mail. I quickly signed up and away we went – underground in an instant. We were able to keep contact and arrange meet ups. That same day my wife also ordered me to call A on speaker phone and tell her things were over so she could hear it. So devious we were that we arranged for this to be a fake fight, and anyone listening in would have assumed we were finished. I told her never to contact me again, she yelled and screamed and abused me for using her and not taking any of the blame. Of course it was all an act and we continued underground. I was also fully transparent with my phone, facebook and email accounts. My wife would monitor me daily, but since I used private browsing mode in Firefox it didn’t matter. She would never stumble across my secret account.
A work trip away here and there and she would come along. Her husband let her do what she wanted, and even if he expressed the fact he was displeased, it had no affect. She did what she wanted and lied to him through her teeth. For around 12 months I was fucking his wife 5 days a week during the day in his bed and he would never have known. There were other times when we were so close to being caught, and I guess he fully suspected what was going on, but he never kicked her out, never issued an ultimatum. I hate myself for what I did to him. I’m not sure she did. Such was his level of beta that she had no interest in him at all, only disdain. I was also reading game blogs so knew exactly how to handle A to keep her coming back for more.
Eventually after a few months I left my wife. A few months later she left her husband. A few weeks later we were seen out in public together. We instantly lost our entire social circles and friend groups, but hey, we had each other! We were soul mates! The relationship fizzled as there was no trust – just look what we each did to other people we cared about. After all the chemicals disappeared I also realised we had nothing in common and I did not find her interesting at all. I see my kids 50% of the time and miss them like crazy. It’s hard being a single Dad. I lose almost 40% of my pay in child payments to my ex. Somehow I ended up with about 50k worth of debt after the house was sold and assets split.
I’m not looking for sympathy, I know I have fucked over 2 families that probably could have been saved. This is how easy it can happen. Let this serve as a warning.