I Am A Cuckold

I caught my wife cheating less than two years ago. I called her to let her know I was getting off work a couple of hours early and if she could call in a pizza so we could have a late lunch/early dinner. I immediately suspected something, because I couldn’t reach her on the home phone. She had just called the office about an hour before supposedly from home to check on me. It was kind of strange but not completely out of the ordinary. I try not to make it a habit of not taking personal calls at work, but she knows she can call me anytime. Anyway, I reached her on her cell, and you could tell she was fumbling with an excuse about how she had to go out shopping, and she dropped the kids off her friend’s place so she could get some quiet.I raced home and beat her by about 15 minutes. She still had to pick up the kids. I could instantly tell something was up. She was acting kind of flighty and totally was overcompensating for everything. After dinner she washed some dishes and then kind of meandered to the bathroom. After a few minutes I heard the shower turn on. That was another thing out of the ordinary. She almost always showers first thing in the morning.

I walked into the bathroom and chatted with her about something at random. I don’t even know what. My heart was pounding. It was like an A-Bomb went off inside. My hands were literally shaking. Then I looked down and saw her black panties. She always wears regular cotton panties. These were a little on the lacy side, and closer being a thong than a panty. Another bomb went off inside my stomach, and I couldn’t move for a few seconds. Then I scooped up the panties and stuffed them in my pocket.

I went to the bedroom and fished out the panties. I could see slight discolorations of the black material in the crotch of the panties. My insides were burning as I lifted the panties to smell them. I couldn’t help myself. I think I already knew what had happened, but I just needed to confirm it. The smell was overwhelming. It was definitely the smell of sex. I couldn’t get over the fact my wife cheated on me, and I was holding her panties with another man’s cum all over them.

I was like a zombie for the next couple of hours until we got the kids to bed. She knew it was coming. I knew she realized she was busted. We went downstairs and had it out–threats of divorce, custody, separation, moving out, you name it. She actually ended up leaving for the night. She left her cell phone, so I couldn’t even talk to her. I spent the night holding her stained panties in a Ziploc bag (I imagined I might need the DNA samples for custody issues possibly and looking back I wasn’t thinking too clearly). Since I was the only one at home with the kids, I couldn’t leave. Even now it’s a reminder of a time of total helplessness.

We stayed together. We got marriage counseling. We saw our church pastor about a dozen times the first year after the affair. She continued on with the affair for about another month after I found out, and she got to the point where she stopped trying to hide it. She quit caring. The affair didn’t end well, and to further compound the shame, I was stuck with a wife who was grieving for her lost love and wasn’t helping out much in the relationship or family.

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