ß was angry, looking at her watch: the driving instructor was shamelessly late. “What a cheeky fellow!” As soon as he appears, I’ll tell him everything right away! He doesn’t know me yet,” she squinted angrily, fueling her own anger. But, I must admit, what irritated me most of all was not the very fact of his being late, but the understanding that he would never hear fair reproaches and complaints from me. Because today's case is actually an exception. And the rule was that usually I was the one who was delayed, and the instructor had to wait for me. But he doesn’t do it patiently, meaningfully tapping his finger on the dial of his watch when I, out of breath, come into view. Then follows his endless muttering about the optionality and my other “terrible” sins.
I must say, I was terribly unlucky with the instructor. During driving lessons, he is sometimes silent, like a fish, and only sniffles with a dissatisfied look, sometimes he makes fun of me very offensively, sometimes he just yells like crazy. What can I do if learning to drive a car is not like cracking seeds on a bench! But you won’t get any leniency from the angry instructor. He also says sarcastically that a woman, as a rule, is not able to distinguish “right” from “left.” Naturally, from such “assaults” I immediately get lost and really start to confuse the turns.
One day, when I was just beginning to learn the basics of driving, I decided to somehow discuss my own achievements with a friend. In response to this, she dreamily boasted: “And I had such a darling instructor!.. I even fell madly in love with him!”
- So, Dasha, I don’t like this at all. No driving! “I’ll teach you myself,” my husband intervened.
“You don’t even have to worry, because I came across such a rude, boorish and insolent person of pre-retirement age, with whom you will not fall in love no matter how much you want,” I stated.
“Well, watch me there...” the husband warned, just in case.
Barely waiting for the moment for my husband to leave, my friend playfully crackled right in my ear:
- Listen, what about the instructor - that’s what you think at first. A priori, he must be rude, otherwise you won’t learn anything. In general, my dear, with the instructor it’s like with a surgeon who saves you from death - you fall in love to death, despite the harsh tone or similar little things.
- Not me! “She even snorted in disgust, shrugging her shoulders.
After this conversation, I honestly tried to find in my instructor at least a drop of something that I could like, but it was useless - my quiet hatred for this uncouth lout grew and strengthened day by day.
“What does he allow himself?! — I was completely furious, tired of waiting. “It’s already delayed longer than fifteen minutes!” Barely restraining myself from anger, I glanced indifferently at the red car that had stopped next to me and turned away - I was waiting for the white one.
- Girl, excuse me, but are you, by any chance, Dasha? — someone’s very pleasant baritone called out to me.
“Dasha,” I confirmed, puzzled, turning to the car.
Standing next to a car that was not my color was a dark-eyed guy with a courageous face and the snow-white smile of a Hollywood movie star. “Looks like some kind of Western actor. I just can’t remember which one,” I gasped enthusiastically. In fact, I have always liked this type of man: the word “handsome” is absolutely inapplicable to them, but they have so much charisma that it is simply impossible to resist the sea of charm. “He looks just like Richard Gere!” - it finally dawned on me.
That's great. And my name is Maxim. Your instructor has some problems, so if you don't mind, I'll teach today's lesson.
Without ceasing to smile for a second, he came out from behind the car and approached me with a relaxed gait.
"Against ? How can I be against it?!” — I was indignant to myself when
to top it all off, she appreciated his ideal figure as a Roman god.
I nodded in agreement and, having received a broad inviting gesture, hastily got into the car, while automatically noticing how strong and muscular Maxim’s neck was.
“Well, good luck,” Maxim said as I grabbed the steering wheel.
“Darling is an instructor...” - I suddenly remembered a recent conversation with a friend. “This is about Maxim,” I concluded, carefully moving away.
“Clever girl,” Maxim praised me.
I completely melted.
Being in a state somewhat similar to euphoria, I glanced sideways at the instructor. “What a strong-willed profile!” — I admired it, feeling the warmth spreading throughout my body. The influx of positive emotions did not benefit my driving ability: the car jerked suspiciously.
- Don't worry, everything works out for you. “Maxim gave me such a long and warm look that it sent shivers down my spine.
“Careful, you’ll overpraise me,” I said somehow nervously, with difficulty leveling the car’s progress.
“Nothing of the sort,” Maxim objected, without taking his eyes off me. “Although such a beautiful woman is probably accustomed to the increased attention of men, so she no longer reacts to our songs of praise.
- It’s not true, I’m very pleased! “I didn’t cheat my heart at all.” — Moreover, I never received a single kind word from my instructor.
- What are you talking about? - Maxim drawled. - In that case, he is an impenetrable fool. He just doesn’t understand that he shouldn’t miss the chance to get to know a treasure like you better.
“My charms don’t work on him,” I laughed playfully.
“But they affect me, and even very much,” Maxim said meaningfully.
Then I blushed like a schoolgirl, but suddenly I remembered inappropriately: I’ve been married for a long time, I love my husband... “This is just an innocent flirtation,” I justified myself.
- Great. Smoothly... And now a little to the right... A little more... - Helping, Maxim covered my hand holding the steering wheel with his palm.
His hot fingers burned with fire. I didn’t even know that you could float above wet asphalt while sitting in a car - that’s exactly how I felt.
“Don’t lean too low towards the windshield, you’ll see everything perfectly well,” Maxim warned.
Putting his hand on my shoulder, he made me lean back a little.
I licked my instantly dry lips. “There’s nothing special about it, he’s just doing his job,” she told herself. There was no desire to jerk my shoulder indignantly and throw off his hand. On the contrary, I wanted it to stay on my shoulder longer... Maxim slightly squeezed his fingers and, after pausing, seemed to reluctantly remove his hand.
— Now there will be a traffic light. After him, straight ahead,” Maxim warned.
- Directly? — I stammered in surprise, nevertheless, resignedly obeying.
- Yes. Haven't you gone on a country road yet? - asked casually.
- No never.
“So try it,” he said.
Carefully, even though I was more or less able to control the controls, Maxim reached for the gear shift and lightly ran his fingertips along the thin stocking-covered leg...
I was suffocating from an unexpected surge of sexual desire, taxiing onto the highway... I don’t know what Maxim was thinking about at that time, but in my head the thoughts were confused and refused to line up in a logical series. On the road, a huge foreign car prudently slowed down, letting me go ahead.
“The world is full of gentlemen who give way to ladies, even on the highway,” I said to break the tense pause.
- They give in. But, mind you, not for every lady, but only for such a beauty as you. “Maxim further inflamed the already sexually explosive atmosphere in the salon.
A few kilometers later, I saw a wooden sign to a restaurant with the inscription either “At Sanya’s” or “At Senya’s” - the second letter was erased. I wanted to joke about this, but I didn’t have time: Maxim in an even voice said to follow the sign and turn right. I obeyed, somewhere in the depths of my soul already guessing that this was not just like that.
Approaching the restaurant complex, I waited with bated breath for what Maxim would say now. If he had ordered to turn around and go back, she might have experienced relief mixed with disappointment.
But Maxim firmly commanded: “Pull into the parking lot,” and added half-affirmatively: “Would you mind having coffee with me?”
“I love my husband,” I almost blurted out. But she quickly changed her mind. They don’t invite me to bed, but to a cup of coffee. “What if we went to bed?” — a crazy thought flashed.
Glad that the parking lot was half empty, I did a graceful pirouette (forgetting to turn on the turn signal) and took an empty spot. Maxim delicately pretended that he didn’t notice the turn signal not on.
As soon as we entered the restaurant, the waiter jumped up to us.
“The lady and I would like to have privacy,” Maxim told him with emphasis. - I hope you understand me?
I flushed to the roots of my hair. “No, it seemed to me. He didn’t mean anything like that... I was just imagining God knows what.”
A separate room of the restaurant was decorated in oriental style. "What a beauty!" - I said, looking around.
“You are now my concubine,” Maxim said, easily and naturally switching to “you,” plopping down in a chair.
I blushed and, smiling embarrassedly, sat down on the edge of the sofa.
— We need two coffees and a bottle of wine. White,” Maxim said to the waiter.
“Why wine?” — I was surprised to myself, but remained silent, deciding that Maxim ordered it for himself. “Just think, he’ll drink a couple of glasses, no big deal. He’s not driving, I’m the driver.”
After apologizing, I went into the “ladies’ room” for a moment. There she stood in front of the mirror for some time, looking at her reflection. The eyes shine, the lips naturally stretch into a smile, and in general, the facial expression is strange, as if in anticipation of something unusual, alluringly forbidden...
Returning to the office, I saw coffee on the table, an open bottle and two glasses filled with wine.
“I’m driving...” she stammered in confusion, sinking onto the sofa.
- We must celebrate our acquaintance. “Maxim got up and closed two heavy curtains behind me, reliably separating our office from the outside world. - Don't worry, I'll take you home. At its best.
"I wonder how?.."
Maxim handed me a glass and sat down next to me on the sofa. I felt his ragged breathing. The proximity made my head spin. Trying to hide her confusion (or desire?), she laughed too loudly, throwing her head back.
“Oh, what a wonderful neck,” Maxim said hoarsely. - Swan... Well, shall we have a drink for the brotherhood?
Our hands intertwined. Maxim was so close! Dangerously close... I frantically took a large sip. Then another one. And yet... And then... I felt his lips on mine. “I’m married,” she squeaked helplessly.
- Does this change anything? - Maxim whispered in response.
He ran his hand through my hair, and his lips slid to my earlobe. I almost died from bliss! Through the ringing in my ears, I barely heard the dull sound that the glass made when Maxim put it on the table... After another moment, the man’s hand boldly slid under my dress. It took my breath away. Maxim decided that I was trying to say something.
- Do not say anything. Otherwise the spell will dissipate... Now there is only us...
I opened my eyes only when it was all over. Maxim was fussily tucking his shirt into his trousers. “Why did I do this?” - I thought it was kind of stupid...
“Straighten your dress,” Maxim ordered me in a businesslike manner.
The spell disappeared as if it had never existed. Instead of a fabulously sexy movie character, an ordinary womanizer stood in front of me. “He’s disgusting,” she thought with hostility.
“How will I look my husband in the eyes?” - I was belatedly horrified.
I stood up, pulled the slipped strap over my shoulder, straightened the dress and... left.
- Where are you going? - came after me.
But I didn't even turn around.
On the street she passed a defiantly red car and stomped towards the main road to stop a taxi.
I hoped that my husband would not be at home, but before I had time to insert the key into the lock, he opened the door for me.
- Hello! - said Seryoga. - Finally ! Why so late?
Bowing my head, I dodged my husband's kiss and ran to the bathroom.
- How's the driving? — I heard it while closing the latch on the door.
I turned on the water and stared at myself in the mirror. “I cheated on my beloved husband,” I thought doomedly. There were no obvious signs of my infidelity on my face. Just a lost expression, a guilty look and trembling lips. “What did you expect to see? A full-length stamp with the word “whore”? Or horns? “So it was you who cuckolded your husband, and not he who cuckolded you,” I said to the reflection. “God, what an idiot I am!”
I didn’t confess to my husband. I could not. I was afraid that he wouldn’t forgive me. I hope he never finds out about my betrayal...
The names and surnames of the characters have been changed
Daria A., 24 years old
I have accumulated several stunning stories about women cheating. Their story is a real life story, which they flaunt with a sense of dignity.
You can't cheat on a man. It is a sin.
But some women literally persuade me to publish their puny stories.
Cheating for them is tantamount to going to the toilet. The main thing is not to run out of toilet paper.
Cheating on my husband with his ex-wife
Cool, well, this is just a sensation. Splashes of champagne.
My freedom is a full life.
Today I’m cheating (no, enjoying it) with someone else’s growing stronger husband, and tomorrow I see that mine isn’t wasting my time either.
What should I come up with this time?
You see, what a disaster.
The husband's ex-wife cheated on him with a woman. So they separated.
Without thinking twice, I decided to call her.
Word for word, we burst out laughing and turned the conversation to a sensitive topic.
In general, I came to her. The apartment is rubbish.
The bed is dismantled and covered with adult toys.
The trees are green, this is what I understand, betrayal.
A hitherto unknown pleasure and a feeling that cannot be expressed in words.
Don't be afraid, girls, I'm not agitating you for same-sex love.
On the contrary, live in an embrace with your men, not forgetting to wipe their snot after another fiasco.
A story about a woman's infidelity in a holiday home
I don’t want to judge others, and don’t let faithful men rush at me.
But I have never met anyone like this on my journey.
Everyone strives to change - subconsciously, on a physiological level.
We get old, we get cellulite; We're starting to smell bad.
Meanwhile, husbands cheat with young and lonely people.
I arrived at the holiday home and took a room according to the voucher.
Two people - 2 women. We are so similar that we could talk until the morning.
In the evening - dancing. There we met the colonel, who was still wow.
So, in turn, he dirty us, and we, two tubs, puffed playfully.
The bull is strong, even though he has a belly.
My conscience didn’t gnaw at me, my memory didn’t gnaw at me.
Now I go to rest homes to relax, and not call my husband, worrying about how many bowls of soup he didn’t have enough to get drunk.
A story about a woman cheating in a hotel
Never cheat on your husbands. This is how I instructed my friends.
And they just laughed.
Like, you fool, you don’t know life.
Your Nikolai has tried us all for a long time.
I took their words as a bad joke. I remember I didn’t even talk to my friends for about a week.
The girls were right, I caught him in my own apartment, having asked to take time off from work due to illness.
I go in, and he whines lustfully under another skinny snag.
I threw off the faceplate, shaking it out onto the frosty street.
She hit her fool on the cheeks, but harbored a grudge in her soul.
Damn, he’s frail himself, with a silvery bald patch, and he looks like a pullet all over.
In short, so as not to torment you, I decided to take revenge.
I rented a hotel through a former work colleague. She always had free rooms.
That’s where she took the next moth that flew onto my still good body.
I told you about the betrayal, without trying to persuade you to take this petty step.
It’s just that some men confidently believe that they can, but we can’t.
Fuck you on a platter!
Women's stories about betrayal were edited by me, Edwin Vostryakovsky.
The heroines of our article today, when they found out that their beloved man was cheating on them, decided to take revenge.
Revenge for betrayal is not always the worst choice. Often it is after revenge that a person is able to think soberly. And in this case, he probably will not break up the family. Moreover, he will not feel humiliated, and to some extent he will feel better. Therefore, sometimes, revenge after betrayal is not bad, says psychologist Valentina Berzinskaya.
Yulia, 33 years old
When I found out that my husband was cheating on me, of course, I experienced a real shock. The first desire was to kick him out of the house and start a new life.
But I decided to cool down. When the emotions subsided, I realized that I also needed betrayal. Otherwise, I will feel like a doormat at the front door of my apartment for a long time. At that time, my husband and I temporarily separated to give each other the opportunity to think.
After I slept with another man, I realized that I was ready to save my family. And it was after this step that I stopped feeling disgusted to look at my husband. Because we both stumbled.
Although my husband doesn't know that I cheated on him. But the main thing is that I know.
If, after cheating, a girl feels that she cannot put up with the current state of affairs, but is not ready to break off the relationship, it makes sense to take a break from each other. And even, sometimes, start a new relationship. This helps to understand how much she needs a family,” says Valentina Berzinskaya.
Valya, 35 years old
Having learned about the betrayal, I was wildly furious for a long time. I simply could not believe that my loved one was capable of betraying me in this way.
I began to take revenge in a state where my emotions had not subsided. No, I didn’t go looking for a new man - I decided that I would ruin the life of his mistress. It turned out that she was also married.
As a result of my actions, all the love correspondence of the “doves” ended up with her husband. Naturally, there was a scandal and a debriefing. I feel better.
But I didn’t stay with my husband. She took revenge and threw him out of life.
When you want to take revenge, it is wrong to do it towards your mistress. She did not make promises of fidelity and love to anyone. The husband is to blame for the betrayal. You need to come to terms with this, and if you take revenge, then only to him. Although, it’s much better to just let go right away,” the psychologist is sure.
Tanya, 29 years old
I always knew that if they cheated on me, I would take revenge. Until I feel that I can let go of the situation in order to move on with my life.
A banal story happened to us: a daughter was born, and my husband began to go for walks. And I, as often happens, saw his correspondence and found out about everything.
Since the child was very small, and I had no savings, a scandal would not have been a solution.
I continued to live with him as if nothing had happened. And when my daughter grew up a little and I went to work, other men began to appear in my life. Since then, I have allowed myself to fall in love and enjoy these relationships.
My husband and I did not divorce. But there is no trust between us either. Also, since then I began to spend a lot of his money on myself. As a compensation.
If we remove moral principles, then for many couples the solution is to simply let each other go and allow romances on the side. It keeps you on your toes, it helps you feel needed, and it strengthens relationships. Another question is that Tanya has not forgiven her husband. And this is a problem that will make itself felt in the future,” the specialist shares his opinion.
Treason is something from which no person is immune. In everyone’s life, a situation can happen when a loved one, from whom you don’t even expect anything bad, can ruin everything at one moment by showing infidelity towards his soulmate.
Real stories of cheating can sometimes make you wonder if your loved one is cheating on you. In addition, many will decide what they need to fix in order to prevent cheating in the relationship.
The story of an unfaithful wife
Reviewing the real stories of his wife’s betrayal, you can pay attention to the story of one man who shared his misfortune. Like all lovers, the man and his beloved woman got married and began to live together. At the time the relationship began, the husband was quite rich, had his own small business, and there was enough money for everything that his other half could wish for.
Several years passed, things were not going well for the man, the business practically stopped generating income, and his wife had to go look for work. It would seem that there is nothing unusual, because everyone has problems and we need to fight them together. However, less than two months had passed when the man began to notice that his wife began to stay late at work too often, and at home she behaved very unusually. Sometimes a woman came with some new things that her friends gave her, if we rely on her words.
Soon the husband decided to have a serious conversation with his soulmate, because such a relationship would lead nowhere. After some conversation, the wife herself admitted that she met a new man at a new work place, who seemed more successful and attractive to her. This was followed by a divorce, the property was divided between a man and a woman.
If we talk about why the wife cheated on her husband, the real story suggests that the reason was the woman’s dissatisfaction. Can you blame her? Probably yes, because when the marriage took place, words about remaining faithful both in sorrow and in joy were probably heard. To prevent a similar situation from arising in your relationship, always try to find a common language and get out of difficult situations together, making joint efforts.
Real life stories about your wife’s betrayal will help you avoid the mistakes that other people made.
The story of a husband who left his wife
Real stories about betrayal can sometimes amaze with their unusual turns of events. Quite recently, an interesting story appeared on the Internet, the main characters of which were a husband, wife and pregnant mistress.
The relationship between husband and wife was quite mutual, they loved each other. However, the man, not finding what he was missing in his soulmate, decided to find himself a mistress for a while. Everything dragged on and it turned out that the man unexpectedly became a future dad. And the whole trouble is that it was not his wife who became pregnant, but his mistress, apparently due to carelessness in sexual relations. It all ended with the man, seeing no other way out of the situation, leaving for the pregnant woman so that the child could grow up in a full-fledged family.
Such a story about betrayal from real life gives men a reason to think about whether it is worth having mistresses, breaking the hearts of their loved ones. It is important to remember that even if you got married, you should keep it until the bitter end. You should not look for someone who seems better to you; you should bring existing relationships to perfection.
A story about the betrayal of loving wives
Sometimes it happens that a person manages to fall in love with two people at once. This happened in the next story about the wife. Initially, the relationship developed just fine, the marriage was already 6 years old, and a wonderful son appeared. The man was in 7th heaven with happiness with his beloved, but grief was very close.
The wife soon confessed to her beloved husband that she loved two people at once: him and another man. The whole point is that the woman thought that everything would pass and only one single love would resume - love for her husband. It didn’t happen that way and the desire to be with two people at once never faded away. After the cheater confessed everything, the man left her, not wanting to be with her.
Real stories of wife cheating
Such real stories of a wife's betrayal, stories once again confirm that there is no point in cheating if you want to maintain a relationship. In any case, there is a risk that you will have to part with your loved one, no matter how much you want to. It is simply indecent to be offended in such situations, because the one who cheated is to blame, nothing more.
Telling real stories about cheating wives , You can give another story as an example (names, as in all stories, are not voiced). It all started with the fact that husband and wife lived together in perfect harmony. There were no quarrels or insults. If they swore, it was only over trifles. But one day the wife was invited to a corporate party, where she inadvertently cheated on her husband.
The story lasted a long time, because for a long time the woman could not admit everything. The day came when she was able to tell everything to her beloved. The man, being reasonable, understood the full value of relationships. Because of this, he was able to forgive his soulmate. After this, a long, happy and joint life awaited them. Such betrayal of a wife is a real life story.
It is worth remembering that if people love each other, it makes sense to forgive in order to build only warm relationships in the future. Even betrayal can be forgiven, the main thing is that both people want to restore everything.
In short, it is very easy to ruin a marriage, but if you need details, then sit back.
Back in the eighth grade, I fell in love with a classmate whose name I won’t mention. But let it be Natalya. It was an intense love bordering on obsession. Probably, I experienced the strongest feelings in the eighth grade. I've never fallen more in love with anyone. And in terms of duration... this is the strongest love. We met until the last call. We talked about how it would be nice to start living together after school. But I graduated from school, but didn’t have time to go to university - I ended up in the army. Two years of service did their vile deed - Natalya did not wait for me and married someone else.
In 15 years of living together with my wife, I have never cheated on her, I never even had such a thought. Recently, either the devil pulled it or alcohol was to blame, I’m not looking for excuses, but I went to the left.
It’s not for nothing that the Irish have a proverb that you shouldn’t brag about the size of your wallet, the beauty of your wife or 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 home are very rare. There had never been a crisis in a relationship before, but recently I began to notice that my husband had changed.