And the internet is torn apart when photos of celebrity adultery hit the tabloids. But for a private investigator, watching other people's romantic adventures is a routine.

Unlike celebrities who can afford expensive hotels and a certain amount of privacy, ordinary people have to be incredibly creative in hiding their extramarital scams. This is how the juiciest stories come out.

What incidents stand out the most for the person who seems to have seen everything? Whitney Joy Smith, head of a Canadian detective agency, shared stories of some of the most prominent love affairs of her career.

1. Dismantling in the parking lot

“The husband of this woman suddenly began to claim that he had found new friends. They allegedly went to the gym, loved to swing - so he argued, despite the fact that his physique had not changed in several months. So the woman contacted us and we set up surveillance. But it was very difficult to follow him - the man turned out to be suspicious and drove along strange routes, turned sharply, and so on.

However, we noticed something: one of the neighbors was leaving the house at the same time as he was. When we asked the client if her husband had ever flirted with a woman next door, she said yes. So we decided to pursue the woman, not the man. She, too, behaved suspiciously and tried to avoid any possible persecution, but we prepared and used three surveillance specialists at once. We lost track for a while, but then we found her car in an industrial zone outside a fenced-in area that closed in the evenings. "

“Moments later, the vehicle of the main object of observation drove up to the same parking lot. I picked up our customer in a car, and we drove to the location. We usually don't take clients with us - this was the first and last time we did that, simply because she would have appeared there anyway as soon as she got the news. Her being with me in the car made the situation a little less dangerous for all parties.

When we approached, she literally jumped out of my car and started running towards his car. She opened the back door and found the husband with his pants down and the woman naked. The customer jumped, screamed, tried to get to the neighbor, but her husband tried to separate them. He blocked his wife so that his mistress could get to her car, and we let her do it so that she could leave the place safely.

The couple ended up staying together. I think they figured it out, and he stopped his dates with a neighbor. A few months later, she called us again and began to ask us to put his phone on a wiretap. Her goal was to check if they were still communicating. We refused because we do not provide such services. "

2. Fake bachelorette party

“One guy asked us to keep an eye on his wife. He said she was going to a bachelorette party somewhere on a tropical island. This woman told her husband a gorgeous story about everything that she and her friends had planned - supposedly some kind of super party for seven or ten women was coming. The client knew the husband of one of the women and in conversation with him mentioned the alleged plans of their wives, saying something like: "They will surely have so much fun on this vacation." However, it turned out that the other man was not aware of the trip at all.

So, we went to the island after her. In fairness, the woman partly told her husband the truth: there really was a friend with her, though only one and only three of the fourteen days of the trip. Our investigator was in the lobby, awaiting the departure of our subject's friend, and found them goodbye. After that, the wife of our client walked into the lobby and was approached by a guy who worked on the hotel's beach. He hugged her, they began to kiss. "

“They obviously liked each other's company, they constantly hugged and kissed - and by all indications this was not the first or second time. They spent the next week together at the hotel, enjoying life, sunbathing and caressing each other by the pool. Every time the subject sent her husband photos of herself and her girlfriend in different swimsuits, taken in large quantities on purpose in the early days, I sent him real photos of his wife in the company of the beach boy.

After providing all the information he had gathered to the client, he looked at photographs of her previous trips there and realized that his wife had met that guy on one of her past vacations. The client was upset at first. But by that time he had already spent some time thinking, so his reaction was restrained. I think he was in the know for a long time, it was just important for him to make sure for sure. "

3. Student

“This couple had a baby a few weeks before the events described. The kid was constantly crying, and the guy left somewhere, explaining that he needed to refresh his head. At first, his wife did not pay much attention to this, but then she said: “What are you doing? You have to help me. " And he said that he needed to drive a little car, calm his nerves. Then she hired us.

It usually takes us a few days to sort things out, but on the first night we followed the guy, he brought us to a popular university in Toronto. Subject picked up a girl who studied there. He was between thirty and forty, and she was probably between eighteen and twenty. They went to a nice restaurant, where they held hands and kissed constantly. After dinner, they got into the car, where they were not too embarrassed to fool around as best they could.

“I don’t know if he and his wife are still together, she was close to madness when she found out: she was crying into the phone, asking what to do now. But we do not give advice on family psychology - we got the job done, provided evidence and never met again. "

4. Pickup level 80

“The woman contracted some kind of venereal disease from her partner. Well, I began to guess that something in their relationship went wrong. We monitored the subject as he went on a business trip to the hotel where he was staying.

We knew that our client was drinking quite heavily and would most likely be in the hotel bar. A female detective was working on the case, and the subject, having tried to drive up to several ladies in the hotel and was refused everywhere, eventually began to pester our employee as well. After many attempts to persuade him not to do so, he left her the room key in case she changed her mind. "

5. Premarital check

“This guy was in a long distance relationship with a girl and was thinking about getting married. He was not a poor man and did not want to get involved in a long-term relationship where his status could be used.

During the period of our observation, she was mainly engaged in shopping with several girlfriends, sometimes with only one, and sometimes just walking. But during one of these exits, our suspect and a certain man met at a local shopping center and were filmed holding hands and kissing. When we worked on the final video to get the file ready to be sent to the client, we noticed that she was also stealing things from the cosmetic department, hiding them in her backpack. "

6. Covetous love

“We chased this woman to find out what she was doing while her husband was traveling for work. Something alarmed him about her. She went shopping a lot and spent time with her friends. But in two different situations, we noticed this woman driving her car to different motels. At first, the detective was not sure why she was in these places. "

“Then we checked with the hotels about her requests and found out that she refused to accommodate, as she considered the hourly room rate too expensive. After visiting about five different hotels, the woman stopped in the parking lot and jumped into the back seat, where she was joined by her lover. They didn't seem to consider having sex with each other worth the money the hotels would have to pay. "

7. Repeat offender

“A woman hired us to find out whether her husband was cheating on her or not. She noticed some oddities in his behavior: he either said that he went to a sports bar to watch hockey or football, then he stayed as long as possible at work, then he said that his car broke down and he would come later for this reason. Even if she wanted to go somewhere together for a long weekend, he always had a reason not to.

After a couple of weeks of observation, we found him with another woman. We had more than enough evidence of treason. As a result, this man broke up with his wife. But six months later, someone called us with a request for surveillance. The subject of the investigation was the same man, but now the woman who in the previous case was his mistress wanted to know about his possible betrayal. We didn’t get down to business, and we have no evidence of infidelity, but from what I told her I’m sure that the guy was the same and did the same. ”

Zhenya woke up early today. It was an ordinary day, which did not seem to foresee turbulent events. But today, she decided to cheat on her husband, as she was tired of loneliness. She has been married for almost five years. She and her husband have a lovely son, Yegorushka, whom she loves more than life. And this is the only thing that keeps her from divorce. Her husband Igor is a successful businessman. Who is constantly busy; he is ten years older than her. But he can’t calm down. There are already legends about his betrayal in their city.
Zhenya is almost thirty years old, although she looks great, but in her soul she has an emptiness, internal discomfort, as she constantly feels that her husband is cheating on her. And so she decided to cheat. I called her friend Verka, agreed with her to come to her by twelve in the afternoon, and would have taken a bottle of Martini with me. After I agreed with Verka, I called my mother and agreed with her that she would take Yegorka until tomorrow.
She took a bath and lay near the TV with Yegorka until Verka's arrival. After turning on Yegorushka's favorite cartoons, she and Verka went to the kitchen. They had been friends with Verka since school. They were completely different from her. Verka has never been an exemplary girl. Always cheated at Zhenya's school. And she treated her husband's infidelities philosophically. Since she had several lovers. She told Zhenya that her Vadim and your Igor went to their dacha, and they had a merry party there. Zhenya shared with Verka about her desire to cheat on her husband. Verka supported her, saying: she finally saw the light.
After drinking a bottle of Martini, she asked Verka to stay at home, while she would go to her mother and leave Yegorka. Hearing Verka's consent, she went to collect Yegorka. Leaving the house with Yegorka, they first went into the store. Zhenya bought a bottle of a skate and fulfilled all of Yegorka's whims. Mom lived not far from them. Therefore, they reached quickly. When she went to her mother, she left Yegorka, and told the find that she and Verka were going for a walk today. Mom supported her. Since she had been telling her for a long time that she needed to get out of the house, and not to sit at home all the time, like her, and wait for her husband while he walked up. Hearing understanding from her mother, she perked up and went to her room to continue an intimate conversation with Verka.
Arriving home, she turned on the music center, and invited Verka to go into the hall. Drink brandy and watch the new porn movie she just bought. Verka agreed. The viewing of the porn film was stormy. She and Verka did not even notice how they sentenced a bottle of cognac, as they were pretty excited. Verka suggested to Zhenya, let's go continue the libation of alcohol in one of our favorite bars. For an argument, Verka added that you can hook someone there. Zhenya agreed. Since today she decided to change her husband for the first time in her life. She did not know why exactly today, most likely she was tired of his nonsense and constant betrayal, because a woman cannot be fooled. Although, during these almost five years of their life together, he learned to tell such tales that he could already publish his works.
Calling a taxi to the house, they went out with Verka. When they reached the disco bar, they briskly walked inside to watch a porn film, as they did not agree with Verka and began to look at the men in this institution. After ordering a bottle of vodka and some meat, they went to the table. Verka was not alone for long. She accepted the courting of a young man sitting at a nearby table, and twenty minutes later moved to him. For a long time, Zhenya did not dare to respond to the acquaintances that were offered to her; inside she had a feeling of remorse. And then she saw him, it was Mishka. Bear was a very handsome guy. Who was only two years older than her. He courted her before her marriage. But she chose Igor, because she believed that Mishka would constantly cheat on her, since all the girls around were running after him. When Mishka came up to her table, she even got up, because she really wanted it. Mishka noticed this and sat down at her table. By this time Verka had already left the bar. After talking about life, Zhenya found out that Mishka is still not married. As Mishka said, I still haven't found that one. Having drunk vodka with Mishka, Zhenya felt uncomfortable, and she herself suggested to Mishka that he accompany her. When they left the bar, Zhenya suggested that they walk him. There was a forest belt ten minutes from the disco bar. Zhenya has been wanting to cheat on her husband for a month already. She didn't know if she still loved Mishka. But she wanted to cheat on her husband. When they began to approach the forest belt, Zhenya invited Mishka to go there, Mishka agreed. When they entered there Zhenya approached Mishka and they began to kiss. During passionate kisses, Zhenya whispered to Mishka that she wanted to please him. She unbuttoned his fly, pointed her cute fingers inside, and without a word sat down on her knees. She did it passionately, and like a hungry animal. That Mishka did not even notice how he finished her right in her cute mouth. Zhenya, satisfied with this, told Mishka, and now take me from behind. Mishka obediently obeyed. This was Zhenya's first anal sex, but she didn't tell Mishka about it. Mishka felt it when they started doing it. Zhenya, during anal sex, bit her lips all the time, so as not to show it. Everything was like a dream. The only thing that she remembered when he asked, Zhen and where to end? She told him to cum in my mouth again. He agreed. After that, she achieved for the third time, an eruption that flowed down her face, satisfied and humiliated, she began to gather. Gathering up, she told Mishka not to accompany her, and no longer seek a meeting with her. Coming out of the forest belt, she stopped a taxi and he drove her home. Entering home, she barely made it to the bed, and fell into bed without undressing.
In the morning she was woken up by her beloved husband, who after betrayal was always affectionate and always with flowers. He began to tell her another fairy tale about the business of the case, but she did not listen to him. After telling the tale, he only asked her why, did she fall asleep in her clothes? Hearing in response that Verka was visiting yesterday, and they drank a little with her. Satisfied with the answer, he thought about his own. Zhenya told her favorite "storyteller" to kiss me. He kissed her. During the kiss, she ran over her head and thought. My favorite goat.

Have you ever seen a woman cheating on her husband? Admire. It's me. I am cheating on my husband and at the same time I love him very much. My marriage is fine. My husband is intelligent, successful, kind, caring and loyal to me. And yet I go all over again and again. Adultery, romance, affair, leftist - whatever you call it, but I cannot live without it.

So how did I end up in this life? I don’t know where to start. Probably from the beginning. The beginning is a good place to start a story. At least that's what Mary Poppins thought. In general, I got married. Home, husband, dog. Everything was great, everything was great. But one day, two years after the wedding, I opened my chest of drawers and was stunned: my linen was neatly folded in it. In stacks. Cotton pajamas, practical briefs with wide elastic bands. Everything is like an old woman's ... I sat down on the floor and began to cry. Where are my lace, spiky bras? Where are my uncomfortable, twisting garters? Where is all that beauty, that love uniform? How did it happen that I left big sex and didn't even notice it?

That same evening, I made an attempt to revive my former passion. I danced a striptease to my husband against the background of a vacuum cleaner standing in the corner. My husband smiled: "Kid, thank you for a great performance! But I have an important meeting tomorrow, and I'm falling off my feet." Next time, I decided to surprise him with something more unusual. In one magazine I found an article "How to seduce your own husband" and underlined with a pencil the most successful, in my opinion, advice: "At a noisy party, whisper to him that you forgot to put on panties. You will be pleasantly surprised to see how much he was aroused!" Anticipating my husband's excitement, I left my comfy panties at home when we went to dinner with my mother-in-law. In the midst of a lively family conversation ("Perchik is not enough in stuffed cabbage, don't you think?") I leaned over to my husband and said: "And I have no panties!" He choked: "Natasha, what are you, insanity? How can you forget to put on your panties?"

No, everything was fine in bed. We have not yet reached the stage of "Sex? What is this?", But have already got used to each other. To each other's smell, to each other's body. We no longer had to discover anything new and be surprised at discoveries. We felt comfortable, good. We slept like spoons in a box. But when I read the book "Diary of Bridget Jones", for some reason I understood it very well: "If there is a God in the world, I would like to ask him (although it is clear that I am deeply grateful to Him that Dani ate unexpectedly and inexplicably turned into a completely regular character after such a long powdering of the brain) to make sure that Daniel does not go to bed in the evening in his pajamas and reading glasses, stares at the book for twenty-five minutes, and then turns off the light and turns away - and turns him back into a naked, full of frenzied sexual beast that I knew and loved. "

The problem was that, unlike Bridget, I knew very well: it is impossible to enter the same river twice. Never again with my husband will I feel like the first time. Never again will we "blush with a suffocating wave, barely touching our sleeves." There will never be the excitement of "Call - won't call?" My heart will never stop: "My God, how he smiles!" You will never feel like you are swinging on a swing when he kisses you for the first time ...

In general, I began to look at nice young people and, as it were, try them on myself: "Would this one suit me?", "I wonder, but what about this in bed?", "Oh, how great it would be to be in these powerful antero-beam ... ". I have not pestered men with immodest proposals. But she didn’t shrug off their little signs of attention. She flirted a little. She laughed. Allowed, as if by chance, to touch myself. I was not going to open the door behind which all these sinful possibilities lurked. I just thought that I would look into it through a small crack ...

But when I met one wonderful guy and, as they say, it blew my roof off, I didn't think for a long time. There were only four reasons not to start an affair (in decreasing order of importance):

1. Ugly linen.
2. I can get pregnant or get AIDS.
3. Where?
4. There is a husband.

The answers were found pretty quickly, in seconds and a half:

1. Don't give a damn!
2. Condoms are now of high quality.
3. And at least in the car.
4. He won't get hurt.

I kicked open the mysterious door. And only when I got into this wonderful world called "Let's get to know each other better," I realized how much I missed him. It was a fantastic novel! I ran out on dates, coming up with alibis like a girl. I could not see enough, breathe in my unexpected happiness. We called back a hundred times a day. We were hiding. We recognized each other by touch. We fell into the abyss and took off to the heavens ... We flew for two months. Then my lover cooled down, and I no longer froze anything inside when his name was displayed on the phone display. We calmed down. This is quite natural - a wild passion with inevitable cosmic overloads never lasts forever - and then we had to either build some kind of serious relationship, or walk in circles, moving further and further away from each other, or part without unnecessary explanations. The first was impossible - although I had some feelings for this man, I understood that they could not be compared with feelings for a husband, tried and tested and reliable as a rock. Of course, the lover is always clean-shaven, he does not walk around the house in an old tracksuit and does not close the window in the bedroom at the moment when you want it to be open. But I understood: maybe the grass on the other lawn looks greener, but it also needs to be cut. Why start all over again with someone I hardly know? We broke up.

But since then I began to cheat on my husband from time to time. Unlike men, a woman practically does not have to strain if she decides to change. There are always plenty of people willing. And no need to whistle. It is enough just to come to the bar and smile. But the motives of female infidelity are in many ways similar to those of men. This is exactly the conclusion I came when I tried to explain to myself why I need lovers.

Sexual diversity

It is not true that only men love variety. Women yearn for newness too. It's just that some in this case, having sex, close their eyes and imagine instead of their husband Brad Pitt or neighbor Alexei Kartoshkin. In addition, women, like men, want to try something unusual - for example, threesome sex. It's scary to offer this to her husband - what if he falls in love with the other one? Or will the family cease to be a family, but turn into a den of libertines? It is better to conduct such experiments with a lover.

Emotional doping

Married life is Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday ... You wake up, have breakfast, go to work, come home, have dinner, have sex ... Bored? Partly. But deep down, you understand that this is real life. You understand that it is impossible to live your whole life on an emotional upsurge. You understand that you need this stability, this rear, where it will be convenient for all of you: for you and your spouse, and your children, and the dog Tyafa. But you also know very well that time passes and if a man has a chance at seventy to be a desirable sexual object, then you are unlikely to succeed. Therefore, you are in a hurry to live, in a hurry to catch everything, in a hurry to hear as many discordant "I love you!" As possible, until the final credits go. Besides, all these dates, the feeling of risk, so excite the blood.

A way to get fit

Your husband knows you inside and out. Another thing is a lover. You can't just spank barefoot past him in a nightgown, start an alarm and, sitting next to him in bed, say: "Oh, something shot in my back. Massage, please ..." For a lover, you strive to be cellulite-free, silk-cow-skinned, flexible-backed and crepe-chested young chamois. And as long as possible. During your romances, the surrounding beauty salons are enriched, and you are doing good right before our eyes.

Self-affirmation

Some men are afraid to get involved with married women. It seems to them that women just do not play novels, but only dream of how to ruin their lives, men. For example, they can drag them to the registry office - they know how, they have already tried. How they got the idea that they were being hunted is unknown. A married woman needs a lover, by and large, for self-affirmation. Seeing another man at my feet, I mentally draw an asterisk on the fuselage: "I'm young. Sexy. I'm still hoo!"

Of course, I do not tell everyone I meet about my betrayal. Even if one of my friends finds out about my next novel and is perplexed, I put on a meaningful face and explain: "Life is a difficult thing." A monument should be erected to the one who came up with this phrase. "Life is a complicated thing" - and that's it!

There is only one person to whom I cannot answer that way. But he doesn't ask me anything yet. And I hope that the time when he puts his head in his hands and asks "Why? Lord, why?" Will never come.

Natalia Unknown

If this happened:

Don't throw away all your closed and practical panties one day and replace them with sexy little threads. Change your intimate wardrobe gradually, giving your husband time to get used to your new preferences.
Think of some non-existent hobby for yourself, which, firstly, will allow you to often leave home, and secondly, it will not require material embodiment. The Brahmaputra Witness Club or the Global Warming Fighters Community will do.
Play sports in the evenings. Let it be not just jogging in the park, but classes in a sports club, after which you need to take a shower.
In the evening, turn off the sound on your mobile phone - it is at this time that lovers wake up to romantic sms and it will be difficult to convince your husband that it was just your mother who wanted to wish you good night at 23.45.
Even if you are sure that your husband will never rummage through your things, still destroy traces: clean your phone from unnecessary messages, your pockets from yesterday's movie tickets, and your purse from tubes of spermicide.
Let condoms become your lover's concern. You can, of course, tell your husband that condoms, like a gas can, should be in your purse in case of an attack by a rapist, but this sounds unconvincing, you must admit.
Try not to look too happy. If you've never sung in the bathroom, then there's nothing to start.
Pay close attention to your speech. Indeed, in response to your fleeting reservation - "They feed so badly in that new restaurant" - the husband may quite reasonably ask: "When and with whom were you there, dear?"
Do not refuse sex with your legal spouse, even if your illegal lover satisfies you to the fullest.
Don't faint if you break any of the points in the above manual. We all know perfectly well that most men do not see anything further than their noses, and yours, most likely, will not understand what's what, even if you say after a family dinner: "The Narcisians invite us to ski on Sunday, and I I'm cheating on you. " But still, you should not give more signals to the faithful than the traffic controller at the intersection.
I almost forgot! If you suddenly decide to write an article about your infidelities (everything happens in the world) - use a pseudonym.

Yes, dear, girls, which only happens to us beautiful and charming far from home. Both good and, of course, bad. To which of the categories a resort romance should be attributed, it is up to everyone to decide independently, a fleeting impulse of feelings is good for someone, and it makes someone suffer for many months, and sometimes even years. I would like to tell you, my dears, a story from my life, which has changed quite a lot in it. It seemed like a chance meeting, but this very meeting gave me wings and gave me new strength and desire for life. So, let's begin.

I think, in order to clarify the picture, I should tell a little about myself, I am 26 years old, a "well-worn" lady, I have been married for 7 years. My family life is not very prosperous in places, but in general, my husband and I create the impression of a rather happy couple. Friends are jealous, relatives are calm, and we ourselves do not seem to be at war with my husband, but we do not feel the same feelings for each other. We live as friends more than as lovers, or to be more precise, we lived before my vacation.

Trip to the resort

It happened two years ago, being very tired of work and family troubles, I decided to make myself a present - a trip to a resort, to Egypt or Turkey, in general, where it is warm. I didn’t want to go alone, and my husband didn’t really share my initiative, he said that, they say, if you want to go, go, I’m not holding you, but I’m not going, I’m too busy. I, of course, was embarrassed to go so, to leave him at home alone, and all kinds of suspicions began to torment me, but, nevertheless, I decided that we are both adults and are fully capable of making decisions ourselves. I decided. I'm going. It remains only to choose with whom. My friends unanimously referred to work, my sister said that there was no one to leave the child with, candidates for a joint vacation were melting before our eyes and I was upset, but then, I came up with a great idea, I think I know a person who for sure will not refuse me. Well, of course! Why didn't I figure this out earlier? Mama! She will definitely come with me.

Hooray! We go! At last! There was no limit to my happiness. The four-hour flight passed unnoticed and, behold, the airport of Sharm El-Sheikh is already welcoming us with its warm embraces. Amazing weather, warm sea and great hotel, everything was top notch. There were still two weeks of unforgettable impressions ahead. My mother and I decided to spend this vacation calmly and relax as much as possible, because one routine was waiting at home. My old school mother, although still young, nevertheless, recommended that I do without adventures and be extremely careful, not to enter into any contacts. By the way, I didn't even think, in general, that this was possible. It seems that I am still young, but I have already begun to doubt that I can be liked by someone. My husband never indulged in compliments, my work colleagues also appreciated me exclusively as a specialist. They only said that my eyes are beautiful, deep, you can contemplate. And I don't need anything, eyes are like eyes, it seems that everyone has such ... z

In the evening to the restaurant

And so, one evening, my mother and I were sitting in a restaurant, slowly sipping some of the local cocktails, and enjoying the view of the setting sun. At that moment, as it seemed to me, I was happy, I was able to forget about household chores, I thought only about how I would lie on the beach tomorrow, or maybe I would book an excursion, or go diving. There were a bunch of plans, but they all collapsed when I heard the phrase behind my back: "Girls, would you mind if I keep you company, so to speak?" I, immersed in my dreams, did not consider it necessary to answer the question posed, I just pulled my glasses over my eyes. This was still not enough, what arrogance, we do not need company! But my mother decided otherwise. She answered in agreement, and now, when the stranger sat down at the table, I could clearly see him.

He was handsome, about 35 years old, polished, well-groomed, rather large, with purely masculine features and an unusual profile, which for some reason reminded me of an aquiline. I could not say that he is handsome, but something completely incomprehensible attracted him. He was interesting, the whole evening he occupied us with conversations, my mother was interested with him. I paid absolutely no attention to him, which seemed to make him a little angry. I answered his questions with short and caustic phrases, after which he got a little lost. To be honest, at that moment, I was waiting for the evening to end and we would disperse. Frankly, at first glance I didn't like him, too boring or something ...

When it was time to say goodbye, he decided to walk us to the room and, oh, horror, as it turned out, we are also neighbors. He was overly happy about this and did not hide his pleasure. Saying goodbye, he told us that tomorrow we must definitely see each other. Mom was not against and sincerely did not understand my negative mood. I didn't want someone else to interfere with our vacation. No, I was not jealous, I just wanted to take a break from people. I fell asleep with thoughts of how to quickly get rid of our new friend.

He came early in the morning

The next morning I was awakened by a sharp knock on the door. Strange, usually the room is not cleaned so early ... Who could it be ... Mom was still asleep, so I put on my robe and trudged to the door. Our yesterday's stranger stood on the threshold, holding a towel and a mask.

What, woke up? Come on, stop wallowing, pick up your mom and let's go swimming, ”he said in a cheerful voice.

To say that I was angry with him is to say nothing. Not only did he wake me up, he didn't even apologize. Ham! Mumbling something displeased under my breath, I promised him that we would soon approach, which was completely unexpected for me. Closing the door, I thought about what a fool I am ... why did I agree? Sitting on the bed, I looked at the clock - 6 am ... What a nightmare. I failed to wake my mother, she stubbornly refused to go to the beach so early, tearfully asking for another hour to sleep. Well, fun, now I have to entertain our friend myself. Putting on a swimsuit and taking a towel, I leisurely left and headed towards the beach. Not even half the way, I heard a familiar voice.

Did you come? I really thought I couldn't wait ... - he said with undisguised regret.

It would be better not to wait, - I quipped again.

He realized that I was out of sorts again and we walked in silence for the rest of the way. He still strained me with his presence, but less. It was a little happy. I seem to be getting used to it. And so, I even dared to break the hanging silence.

And what are you doing? I asked surprisingly timidly.

And then it started, he, inspired by my interest, began to lively tell me about everything, about nuclear physics, about computers, architecture, military aviation. He spoke so much and in such bright colors that my unpleasant feelings for him passed by themselves. As it turned out, he is a designer, working on a new project, and would like to display in it some, at first glance, completely incoherent things. I listened to him and was delighted, but, indeed, it seems that he has talent. I felt calm with him, calm and interesting, in the evenings I sat with him for a long time at a table near the pool and listened to his stories over a glass of something strong. Then she told him herself and, surprisingly, he listened to me, listened with genuine interest and a charming smile. He gave me various advice and sometimes I got the impression that I was talking to my older brother or dad. He understood me.

It was amazing

We went swimming together, fooling around, visiting excursions and shops. He was the first person who could almost become my family in such a short time. I went to visit him, we could lie on the bed for hours and watch films, I was glad that he did not stick to me, did not seduce me. I thought it might be that way. But I was wrong. One evening, he timidly knocked on our room and said that he was badly burned and he needed help. I, without second thoughts, threw on a robe and went to his room, taking several creams from burns.

I vaguely remember everything that happened then, I remember my hands on his hot back, then his hands on the belt of my robe, then his lips, whispering something in my ear. We were covered with wild passion, I could not resist, I was drawn to him. I could not even imagine that this could happen to me, to a loyal girl by nature, for whom family was the true value ... With him, I forgot about everything. Every morning he brought me flowers, and we went to breakfast together. He took and carried me in his arms when I complained that the sand was hot. He took care of me and looked after me in every possible way. I was pleasantly pleased with his attention. But I firmly knew that it would not be long. I enjoyed every day with him, but I knew that I would not leave any contact with him. We became even closer when we had a heart-to-heart talk with him, as it turned out, he is also married. We were very similar to him, but at the same time, completely different.

The time of my departure was approaching inexorably, and I decided to spend my last evening with him. He was gentle and rude, very sensual and touching. We sat on his balcony almost until morning. They talked about everything, about their difficulties, sorrows and thoughts. He told me that there are no unsolvable situations and in everything that happens you need to see only the positive side. We said goodbye to him warmly, wished each other good luck and success. At parting he kissed my forehead like a father and said: “Take care of yourself, girl, you are the best,” and for some reason tears welled up in his eyes.

Sitting on the plane, I replayed everything that happened over and over again. I asked myself the questions “why?”, “Why exactly me and him? ”, But could not find an answer. The only thing that I know for sure, and for which I am grateful to him, is that he taught me to rejoice, taught me to find a drop of positive in the sea of \u200b\u200bmisunderstanding and misfortune. He revived my heart and he, it was he, made me feel special. I am very grateful to him for that.

At home I began to treat my husband differently, more reverently and with greater understanding, surprisingly, and he towards me too. We began to speak the same language, and he began to pay compliments. I began to enjoy every day that I spend with him and his every success. Our feelings seemed to flare up again. I did not tell him about my betrayal, and I never will. And, even if he ever cheated on me, I would not want to know about it either. Although, now, I began to relate to adultery a little differently. It may be a terrible thing for someone, but it helped me save my marriage. I am still not a supporter of constant walking to the left and I still believe that the family is above all, but if it really happened ... why not?

Sad statistics show that wives, just like husbands, are prone to office romances and subsequently to cheating on her husband at work... Real-life service relationships are widely discussed on social media. Why is a wife cheating on her husband at work?

Usually women are prone to cheating on their husbands for several reasons:

• Revenge
• Lust
• Boredom
• Love
• Indifference

True stories: wife cheating on her husband at work

Revenge: Alena 27 years old

I was engaged in children, and my husband was actively cheating on me. I found out by chance, it usually happens. Having caught him in treason, I decided to commit treason in order to take revenge. For treason, my choice fell on my work colleague, he rather intensively courted me before marriage. The betrayal took place, but did not find out about it. In a few months "divorce". Unfortunately, cheating did not save me from emotional distress. I could not forgive him for betrayal and just grew cold towards him. However, I do not regret my betrayal.

Lust: Tatiana 25 years old

Love: Anna 23 years old

I have been living with my husband for almost 3 years, but I regularly cheat on him, I really love my lover and our feelings are mutual. Unfortunately my beloved musician, he is very unstable and irresponsible. I will not have a reliable rear with him. But my caring and able to provide for me a happy life. Due to the inability to receive from my beloved everything that I need for happiness, I receive it from my husband. He cares about me, with him I have confidence in the future, and my lover gives me passion and love. I don't think this lifestyle is right. But women, like men, are looking outside for what they lack in a relationship.

Boredom: Victoria 32

I have been married for 7 years. I respect and love my spouse. When I got married, it seemed to me that together we would be always happy. But time smoothed everything out and feelings too. Passion has actually come to naught. Relationships have transformed into family ties. Last year, my husband and I were close only five times. I even memorized the dates. My colleague, Anton, has shown me signs of attention for a long time. And then one day a spark flashed between us. We've been meeting in secret for five months now. He gives me warmth and touch, with him I feel beautiful and desired ... At the same time, I still love my chosen one and am not going to divorce him.

As you can see, all wives, like husbands, are capable of cheating at work or not, but they can do it too and this is theirs real stories.

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As a researcher of female sexuality, I declare that most social stereotypes about women are grossly mistaken, false and distorted.

Today, relationships between a man and a woman are usually built according to a completely predictable formula:

1. Girls push with their jealousy and suspicion, nagging, their beloved guys for treason.
2. Guys cheat on them, i.e. the ladies get what they fought for, and their loved ones are already listening to not unfounded accusations, they are already suffering for a reason.
3. Women lose interest in sex after the act of male adultery ...
4. ... And they start to be interested in someone else.
5. They also start to gossip with their girlfriends.
6. Gradually, they become more and more angry, dissatisfied and offended persons.
7. Gradually, they begin to start a conversation with their beloved about the need to live separately for some time ...
8. And, in the end, they blame their partner for all mortal sins, without admitting even a drop of guilt. The girls become unhappy themselves and pour out their poison on everyone around. This horror ends in a breakup or divorce and division of property.

The biggest misconception of husbands concerns the fact that they are sure - since their beloved wife is not interested in sex, it means that she could not decide to cheat, and since she is a "good girl", it means that she could not discuss your family relations with her friends.

At the same time, gossiping ladies also never consider themselves to be gossips, they are sure that they are decent women - after all, they "give" to everyone in order, in the order of the general queue, so to speak.

That is why, until very recently, it was not customary in our society to raise the issue of female infidelity. It was believed that polygamy is the province of exclusively male competence. However, the further we go into the slums of the sexual revolution, the more obvious it becomes that women are not so monogamous either.

Cheating wife: The whole truth about female infidelity in one story

… After my 27th birthday and 4 years of marriage, I felt like an extremely unhappy woman. There was so much boredom and loneliness in my life that it became a serious problem for me. I began to look at my husband as the culprit behind all my failures. Needless to say, our sex life was practically absent as a phenomenon?

A little later, I found out the reason - it was an ordinary crisis in our family, and in general, most ladies prefer to break the marital ties before they turn 30, 40, 50 or 60 years old. What for? To start a new life! Naturally, with a new partner ...

At first I was absolutely happy - I had my own home, my beloved husband, my own family ...

But still something was missing. I began to lose interest in intimate relationships. In fact, I began to avoid contact with a once beloved man - either I felt bad, or I had urgent things to do when I had to go to bed with my husband.

For me, sex has become something of a job, a notorious marital obligation. Sometimes after intimacy, I felt raped or somehow defective, I stopped enjoying myself. I began to fear that my husband would start cheating on me, leave me ...

Then I fell in love with a guy from the outside. I didn't want sex with him for a very long time, we were just great friends, he understood me that way! We had a platonic relationship for several months. Until this happened ...

I was very worried about my betrayal, felt a sense of guilt - after all, I turned out to be so ungrateful to the person who sacrificed everything for me. Everything reminded me of my crime. And the worst thing is that my husband did not notice anything, he was very gentle and affectionate with me, although I did not even deserve to kiss his hands.

I became a prude: I bitterly condemned those friends of mine who cheated on their husbands, but in my heart I hoped that my beloved would never know about my offense ...

However, over time, I stopped evaluating this situation from the point of view of my guilt, and began to look for excuses for myself.

And, naturally, I found them. I started making fun of my beloved, ironic about and without, accusing him of giving me little time, not meeting my needs in marriage and not taking into account my desires.

And then I fell in love again. Already in the other guy. But it's really so hot. Of course, I felt that I was not acting well and unfairly towards my husband, but I could no longer control myself or the situation. Several times I tried to break off relations with my lover, but each "last" time just became "another".

For several years I was torn between the necessity of a divorce and whether my lover would marry me. The calculation stopped me from the final rupture of marital ties.

My husband tried to improve our relationship, make me happier, was very attentive to me, spent more free time with me, helped around the house and in the garden. But I started a conversation that I needed to be alone in order to understand myself, asked him to give me freedom, but in fact I just wanted to be more often and longer with my lover.

Thus, I wanted to understand what to do next - to get a divorce or not? The most interesting thing is that all these years my husband did not suspect anything, he could not even suspect me, his wife, of treason. After all, I rarely had sex with him, and he considered me absolutely frigid.

However, I didn't succeed with my lover: when I began to spend more time with him, I realized that this is not exactly the person with whom I am comfortable living. Perhaps he felt the same - and went to a young 18-year-old pretty girl.

I was simply heartbroken, did not expect such a betrayal. Subconsciously, I probably wanted to find a new love, but in fact I just returned to my husband, to the quiet haven of our family. Then I finally got pregnant and gave birth to a son. But the sexual desire for my spouse did not revive in me ...

... Until I suspected him of treason. Then I kind of fell in love with him again. But he was cold and aloof with me. I began to accuse him of infidelity, to follow him, he did not want to listen to anything and just rented a bachelor apartment for himself, to which he moved ... He probably got himself a mistress.

Then a divorce followed. Here is such an awkward story about treason I got. I understand that I did the wrong thing and that I myself pushed my first husband to adultery. A couple of years later I got married again and since then I have been doing my best.

Interesting Female Infidelity Facts:

1. Did you know that in 75% of cases the wives are the initiators of divorce?
2. Women's sexuality is uneven: it has its peaks and valleys, and is also divided into a number of stages. Changes in active behavior in sex give way to complete calm, which can last for several years. And such differences do not depend on the presence of a loved one next to the lady or his absence.
3. Men and women discuss adultery issues with friends and girlfriends because they simply do not have enough information, and also because they simply do not recognize the fact that there are any problems in their relationship. To solve them, you just need to communicate more often and frankly with your loved one, not to be secretive and not to deceive.

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In short, it is very easy to destroy a marriage, and if you need details, then sit back.

Back in the eighth grade, I fell in love with a classmate whose name I will not name. But let it be Natalia. It was a strong love bordering on obsession. Probably, the strongest feelings I experienced was in the eighth grade. I have never fallen in love with anyone more strongly. And in terms of duration ... this is the most powerful love. We met until the last call. They talked about how it would be nice to start living together after school. But I graduated from school, and did not manage to enter the university - I ended up in the army. Two years of service did their dastardly job - Natalya did not wait for me and married another.

For 15 years of living together with my wife, I have never cheated on her, there was not even such a thought. Recently, either the devil pulled, or the alcohol was to blame, I’m not looking for excuses, but I went to the left.

No wonder the Irish have a proverb that you shouldn't brag about the size of your wallet, the beauty of your wife and the taste of your beer.

We have been living with my husband for 20 years. We have two children, 15 and 18 years old. There is complete harmony in the family. Everyone thinks that we have an ideal family, because quarrels and conflicts in our house are very rare. There has never been a crisis in a relationship before, but lately I began to notice that my husband has changed.

Reading stories about wives cheating on their own husbands is always extremely interesting. In them, we learn to look at the situation of the heroes from the outside, try on different roles, analyze and draw conclusions, try to learn life from other people's mistakes. But what if stories about an unfaithful wife cease to be someone else's story and become reality? What makes women commit adultery and, most importantly, what feelings do they have to live with after that? What is treason - the beginning of a new or the end of the present?

Cheating is always seen in a negative way, no matter what circumstances preceded it. This is not surprising, because it implies lies, resentment and betrayal, destroys relationships, breaks fates, changes the characters of people. The betrayal of the representatives of the beautiful half of humanity is especially acutely perceived - they cause contempt, misunderstanding, condemnation. When visiting forums with women's stories about treason to her husband, you immediately come across uncompromising accusations and insults against the author of the post. Let's put aside all prejudices, sighs and familiar values \u200b\u200btoday, and try to rationally look at the motives and possible consequences of female adultery.

Arina Veselova, a psychotherapist, family psychologist, shares real stories from her own practice about female infidelities.

Tatyana, 22 years old, married for 2 years, her husband 26 years old, have no children. “My husband is perfect - he will help in cleaning, he will bring to the movies, and will cook dinner. Fulfills all my whims, with him I am definitely married. Sometimes he is too calm, but intellectually I understand that this suits perfectly for family life (I have seen enough of a passionate relationship from the outside, where you can raise your hand against your wife and offend - I definitely don't want this). I am graduating from college and I needed to make a big presentation of my project on a computer. I am not very friendly with technology (ashamed in the 21st century) at this level, so we started looking for someone who would help in this matter. The choice fell on his fellow programmer. He has a girlfriend, I have a husband, so we all agreed to this freelance training without a shadow of a doubt. Anton (the client's husband's name is a psychologist's note) worked late, and Kostya and I sat with us, then with him, and then the spouse joined us after work. Once I came to Kostya, and he asked if I would drink beer with him, otherwise he was very tired. I agreed, but asked just in case, maybe I need to come tomorrow, and today let him rest. He refused, assured that he just wanted to relax a little, besides, the contract is more expensive than money. We fiddled for about 20 minutes at the computer, then he began to show his pictures, turned on the music, and we started talking. On that day, the project did not come to mind, and the beer did its job. Suddenly Kostya asked if we were watching adult films with Anton. I honestly answered that yes, it happens. Then he, without hesitation for a second, opened the folder and launched a video of intimate content. He just invited me, as if to an old friend, to check out the figure of a porn actress ... I did not dare to say anything and sat silently, watching a banal plot. Kostya looked at me, I - at the monitor, but I directly felt his breath. In general, the stars were so formed that everything happened with him. It was wild, passionate, I don't know what liberated me so much - beer, film, secrecy or his assertiveness. That was our last meeting, he practically didn’t help in the case, but he filled me with some kind of strength, madness, fire. I'm uncomfortable in front of my beloved, but I'm not going to tell him anything. Our relationship with my spouse has strengthened, although maybe I'm just trying to make amends (I haven't figured it out yet). Would I do it again? Probably yes, that's why that meeting was the last one. "

Victoria, 36 years old, married for 15 years, has two sons. “I work as a teacher, so I always devote a lot of time to my appearance. Igor (husband) approves of my desire for grooming, because I am the face of my class and I am not ashamed to become an example for growing girls. My husband is excellent - his money is for the family, I can spend my money as I like. And in everyday life, an assistant, and a lion in bed, and as a father, no complaints. I never thought about cheating, because I have no time, and I don’t want to spend energy on getting into contact, hiding what is happening. We met Vladimir at a restaurant when we celebrated the christening of a good friend's daughter with a large company. Oh, it was hard to look away from him - big, confident, dressed with a needle, insolent, but gallant. He came to dinner alone, in an expensive car, so it's no wonder everyone was staring at him. Even then, the thought flashed through my mind that, probably, with this I would have changed, if I had considered such a prospect at all. After 2 weeks, I went on business and went to a cozy cafe in the city to drink coffee. Vova was sitting with a friend at lunch. He recognized me, immediately came up and acted as if we had known each other for a long time. He told me not to go anywhere, he will be back now. They left, but after 10 minutes he fulfilled his promise and arrived alone. We sat at a table, chatted for a long time. Volodya is a very interesting interlocutor, moreover, he did not spare compliments to me. I had to leave, and he asked directly when we would see each other again. I objected, because it’s one thing, if a meeting happened suddenly, and planned dates are not included in my plans, I’m still a married lady. He said “okay,” and even deep down I was upset. After another 2 days we ran into a shopping center (I doubt it was an accident, although our town is really small). He came close to me, so that I could not breathe from his passion, and offered to leave for another city. For a day, on a business trip ... I agreed and immediately got scared! Why, why did I agree, how will I explain this to my husband and I do realize WHY I am going there ?! “I can leave at any moment,” this thought reassured and gave me strength. My husband took the news calmly, I often went to the regional center on business. She did not take the car, she said that I was going with colleagues. Yes, those were the most unforgettable 10 hours of my life. Vova has a large apartment there, so we enjoyed each other everywhere. I was fascinated and frightened by his strength and experience, such men are only in books! He wanted to take me away from Igor, but I was not going to ruin anything. Yes, I am terribly pleased to be in the center of the universe (with him I feel that way), but I cannot betray my family. Sometimes I want to tell my spouse, but I can't afford to hurt him. And the sons? They won't understand me at all ... "

Anya, 26 years old, married for 1 year. “My husband, Vitalik, practically doesn’t think of me. Either I did not cook what he wanted, then in bed he wants more, then I need to gain a little weight. Enrages! When I ask why he needs me this way, he says that he loves me very much, and there is nothing wrong with criticism. Allegedly, it is always necessary to accept comments from a loved one and a loved one with understanding, because he only wishes me well! One evening his friends came and he began to make fun of me in their presence. He said that I can feed sour borscht or fall asleep after the first glass of wine. It's a shame - this is little said. I was so angry I was about to burst into tears. As a result, they got drunk, Vitalya trudged off to watch TV, and after 2 minutes he began to snore. One guy immediately went home, and the second lingered under the pretext of charging a little phone. He was so gentle, holding my hand and whispering that he would always appreciate a companion like me. We had sex right in the kitchen. I didn't think about anything, neither about my husband, nor about cheating, I just enjoyed it. The comrade left, and for a long time I could not sleep, I recalled his caresses. I am not ashamed in front of Vitalik, it is my own fault. After a while (he poked me at something again) I told about what had happened, he was taken aback and did not even scream, as I expected. We have not discussed what will happen next, we just parted. "

Human nature is boundless in the knowledge of the unknown. Female infidelity in three different variations had its own thread and led to a logical outcome. What can be said about these cases?

Different fates - different betrayals

It was not for nothing that I gave examples of real betrayals of completely different wives - with different character, status and attitude of the faithful towards them. Based on the above, can we conclude that betrayal occurs only when the marriage is bursting at the seams? Absolutely not!

In the first story, where the wife cheated on her husband, the suppression of hidden desires and the girl's infantilism are traced. She is comfortable with a calm spouse, but she is secretly ready to go on an adventure with any (reliable!) Passionate man. She could leave when the person said they were tired and would drink beer, or when after 20 minutes they were distracted from the project, and, of course, she should have resented when a friend turned on the adult video. It was not alcohol that pushed her to have violent sex with a friend of her legal companion, he only "pulled" to the surface everything that she lacked in her own marriage. From the woman's story about her infidelity, it becomes clear that this incident brought them closer to her husband, but, nevertheless, the wrong one does not exclude the fact of a repeated incident. This key wording conceals Tatyana's wrong attitude toward the family. What served as a provoking factor - an unsuccessful parental example, distortion of family values \u200b\u200bthrough authoritative people / books / films, previous bitter experience is still unknown, but it is obvious that the relationship will not last for a long time in such torment.

Infantilism lies precisely in ignoring or hushing up their problems. Replacing unsatisfied desires will never bring true pleasure. Learn to speak your desires, overcome barriers and free yourself from existing clamps.

The story where an adult woman cheated on her husband with an influential person only says that she loves to be in the center of attention, to feel that he is ready to put the whole world at her feet. Of course, each of us likes this, we love with our eyes and appreciate people by their actions. But my husband did things too - he helped, took to restaurants, was a wonderful lover and a caring father. Why did he fade into the background?

We all need a second breath sometimes. Who and where finds it - depends only on our inner content. Apparently for Victoria, Vladimir just became that very second wind, youth, flirtation, unbridledness. But she knew intellectually that the family, the system that had been created for a long time, should not be destroyed. In such cases, a serious intrapersonal conflict develops, which, if not resolved, will end in severe depression that can develop into chronic neurasthenia.

Advice: In the case of a conflicting desire and reality, you need to understand yourself in order to understand and accept your true motives. Do not be afraid to seek help from a specialist, so you will have a chance to remain not only a happy, but also a psychologically healthy person.

As for the story where the wife tells her husband about how she cheated on him, everything is obvious - the girl is ruled by unwillingness to continue further relationships. This can be veiled with different implications - to click on his nose (they say, look, you are making fun of me, and someone caresses), to hurt (you are like this, and I am like this to you), etc. But the main idea of \u200b\u200bthis story is - the awareness of their failed marriage. As a specialist, I usually fight for my family, if I have something to save. In this story, where the wife gave herself up to another with her husband (even if she was sleeping), unfortunately there is nothing to fight for. Incompatibility of temperaments, disrespect, frustration, disagreement, mismatch of moral values, unwillingness to accept oneself and each other, to work on oneself, denial of one's mistakes, etc., are a bad basis for a happy union.

Can the husband be blamed for his wife's betrayal? Indirectly, yes. But “I deceived you because you brought me on” sounds somehow ridiculous, you must agree. Usually, I say that it is good when such a relationship ends at the stage where the spouses have nothing to share yet or the bitter realization that you have lived half your life somehow, not how you dreamed did not come.

What about female infidelity? Are they as weak, led, and defenseless as they seem? Of course not! We are endowed with natural strength, agility and intuition, we always know exactly where we are going and how our road will end. We are wise, so it would be wrong and incorrect to write off carnal pleasures as a coincidence. Women are not hostages of the situation - this is a fact.

There are, for example, in my practice, and non-standard wife's betrayal from eyewitness accounts, where these eyewitnesses, in fact, are husbands. It was with their consent that the sexual intercourse of the spouse and the man, who was carefully selected by the faithful, took place. Can this be called treason? No, it can rather be called the diversity of the sexual life of two adults, mature partners. Here, no one suppresses, coerces, or blackmails anyone. Everyone saves their marriage and feeds their feelings exactly the way they want and feel. If this does not cause discomfort to the other half, moral trauma, pain and other negative emotions - why not?

In all the stories "How I Cheated on My Husband," you can see the unique story of each woman, not like the others. Only the conclusion from such stories is one - betrayal does not save from pain, does not rehabilitate relationships, does not glue families together, does not replace love. Cheating makes you feel guilty, corners, wounds, destroys. If you are experiencing dissatisfaction with your marriage, do not rush to dive into the arms of another. I assure you, you will get a lot more problems than before! Someone else's bed nourishes with illusions, but usually ends in emptiness. Be happy!

I am married, have a child, and everything with us is the best. And I hope that due to my own life circumstances I will never have to write here. She herself would never be able to forgive treason - under no circumstances. And I'm not going to change either. But, oddly enough, in life I still had to constantly face this in the person of relatives and friends.

The first story happened long before I met my husband. I communicated in a large company of people whom I had known for many years. And there was a guy among us who took care of one of my friends for 3 desperate years. They once met, but something didn't work out. And since then the thought did not leave him that she was his one and only, beloved woman. She was skeptical towards him, closer than a meter, even as a friend she would not let him. And everyone was sure that nothing would ever happen between them.

But one day I found out that he still achieved his goal. They almost immediately began to live together in her parents' house. Everything was fine, it developed rapidly, and after some six months he proposed to her. She agreed, but they decided to postpone the marriage a little. Every time we met with them, the smile did not leave their faces, they constantly looked at each other and held hands. Just the perfect love story.

Then one day she had to go to Kiev for the weekend. He could not go with her. And what do you think? This seemingly head over heels in love and the most devoted person in the world got drunk like a cattle that same evening, and by some stupid accident I was left alone with him in a closed car. We were going to visit the company. We still didn’t have time to approach, and we accidentally met him and his friend, whose car was, met earlier. This would-be driver locked us in a wheelbarrow, and he went home, allegedly for 10 minutes, to take some things.

I knew that nothing bad could happen. I have known this person for a very long time, and we have always had friendly relations. We drank a glass of beer, talked on various topics, and in the conversation I did not even notice how he threw his hand around my waist and leaned his elbows. Then there was a sheer nightmare. He pestered me so vehemently, and in a state of shock I jumped from him all over the car and only shouted: "Julia (the invented name of his girlfriend) will find out about everything." And he could only answer: "But Yulia is not here!"

I could not get out of the car. The only thing left was to threaten him that now I would start shouting very loudly: "Help, they are being raped!" And not far from the car there was a group of women with children and a couple of men, it was already dark. He, without thinking twice, seemed to calm down. Thank God the driver came very soon after that. I immediately jumped out of the car and, saying goodbye to them, ran home. I didn't tell his girlfriend about anything, although now I understand what was needed. Nevertheless, a short time after this incident, they still parted. He felt very bad, but she cooled down. "Well, it serves him right," I thought then)))

The second story was also a long time ago. On February 23, a friend invited me and her friend to visit her boyfriend. A friend then only recently broke up with a man with whom she lived for 2 years in a civil marriage. To say that Masha (a fictitious name) was very bad is to say nothing, but we just had to go to visit the place where her ex-husband lived very nearby. In general, they drank, ate, talked. There were acquaintances and no. The last to arrive were two strangers, friends of the owner of the house.

One of them was a very arrogant and impudent type (let's call him Maxim). My pretty tipsy Mashenka almost immediately fell into a skirmish with him. They argued long and tediously with and without censorship. Somewhere in that moment I had to urgently run home, and I learned everything that followed from the words of Masha. In general, having got drunk very strongly, she went to wash with cold water, in order to somehow come to her senses. Without any warning, this same Maxim went to her bathroom - supposedly to talk. In general, he began to harass her, she resisted at first, and then gave in. They had sex in another room, and by the time they finished, everyone had already dispersed, except for the owner of the house and, accordingly, his girlfriend.

Masha and our friend went to the balcony to smoke. And then she tells Masha that this same Maxim is married, and now his wife is giving birth to his first child in the hospital, and she is tumbling with him. After this conversation, the two of them were “kicked out” into the street under the pretext that it was already 7 am and no one had slept yet. We must disperse. This couple, leaving the house, went to drink a bottle of beer and talk. It turned out that he also knows Masha's ex-husband. We used to communicate. As a result, this Maxim himself admitted that he was married, and said that he had never cheated on his wife in his life and was not going to. Nevertheless, he would like her to become his mistress. She refused, condemning his act, and left. After, as I know, this Maxim was still trying to find her, to communicate. And he searched through me. But nothing came of it. Here is such a vile person caught.

The third story will be shorter. About my cousin (Anya, let's say), who could not decide between the two men she loved. She met both of them almost in the same month. With one she talked for a very long time, corresponded. And with another, a relationship began, and soon she moved in with him. She never stopped communicating with the first, and the second simply did not know about it.

One day they met with the first one, they just decided to talk live. We found a lot in common, liked each other, at least as people. They did not stop communicating, despite the fact that she had a boyfriend (or a common-law husband, if you like), and he, as it turned out, had a wife and two children. There was nothing between them until the moment when she had a serious quarrel with the guy and asked this married man for a little help to meet and just chat. It was night, he called a taxi for her to his office. And he rented a two-story office in the city center for work.

They met, talked, cried at their betrothed-mummers for each other and, in the end, slept. He was ashamed, disgusted, badly mentally after that, she too. Nevertheless, such meetings with them became more frequent and lasted for at least a year. He did not want to leave his family, as he said that he loved children very much and was afraid that his wife would take them and leave. And she did not want to part with her common-law husband, as she said that she loved him. She said that she loved both. In the end, it was over. They, apparently, plucked up brains somewhere and mutually decided to stop such communication. I don't know about his wife, but her husband never found out about anything, and now they are still together. True, the relationship is not the same anyway.

The fourth story is about a friend of mine who changed men like gloves and cheated on each of them with her next man, and all this was always explained by the fact that she really fell in love! She fell in love like that every 2-6 months. But once she came across a man (military), from whom she in public in the city snatched good ... you know why. It was he who learned that when he was on business trips (short - from a week to a month), she cheated on him every time. And at least 3 people have confirmed this. He was already thinking about the wedding and children with her, collecting money ... And then such!

In general, the result: in public in the evening on an alley in the center of the city, he humiliated her with insults ("you are not a woman, but f * ck, slut, an animal"), broke her phone, in which he found at the same time confirmation of infidelity, tore her clothes, which she was, and pulled out a couple of hairs (he didn't want to stain his hands with beating, but she hit him a couple of times and tried to run away, so he stopped her).

These are my life stories. Don't cheat on your loved ones. Peace to all and love)