March 24, 2023

I used to think the plot lines in porn videos were purely fictional. Y’know the lonely housewife not getting satisfied by her husband therefore lusting over something bigger and better. Turns out they’re true and my own version was playing out right in front of my eyes.

I get a call Thursday afternoon from a woman’s husband. Mind you, I’ve been in an off and on relationship with this woman since October ‘21. I believed them to be separated and living in different residences. Oh my, was I wrong.

I knew something was up when she went completely ghost on me weeks prior. With my number blocked and her number changed, I reached out on other platforms and was met with a bitter coldness. She told me to leave her alone or I would cause her so much trouble.

Her husband tells me she’s three months pregnant and he’s skeptical it’s his. My jaw drops. I couldn’t fathom this scenario when she ghosted me. I figured they reconciled and she didn’t have the courage to let me know. Oh my, was I wrong.

I asked him how he got my number. He advises me he was on her phone and noticed a slew of salacious messages between her and a number saved under a woman’s name. He confronts her about this and everything unravels. I wasn’t saved under that woman’s name. In fact, I was just one of many numbers that she blocked after she got caught. He’s been going through her blocked numbers and reaching out to each one trying to figure out what his wife of seven years has been doing in the dark hours of the night.

He tells me every person she’s been in contact with is black but me. The porn plots thickens. It’s my presumption with him being white, her being burdened with the duties of a housewife and mother, them marrying super young and her not being sexually satisfied that her fantasies took over. She wanted to experience what she’s never experienced and acted on it.

My hidden album was full of images and videos of her squirting, something he mentioned she’s never done with him. She had me and other men thinking we were in committed relationships with her. The entire time he’s making dinner for her husband and going to bed with him. She made him seem like a deadbeat dad, a drunk and a lowlife.

I asked him what his goal was with all this. He responded that he wanted to know everything and determine what she was and was not lying about. He claimed if she told him everything, then he would do his best to forgive her. Up to this point, she failed to mention me, the person she was the most involved with.

He calls again in the evening. He’s on speaker. She’s in the background. I have no reason to lie in this scenario. If I were him, I’d want to know everything my wife did, so I could assess the situation and make a decision from there. I tell him everything. She says I’m lying. He doesn’t know what to think and asks me if I’m trying to ruin his marriage. The call ends with her repeating to him to get out of her house. I proceed to watch the Sweet 16.

I’m still trying to process of all this. It’s sickening, extremely fucked up but so so so fucking comical. Like it would be one thing if I was the only person she was seeing and she was catering to her husband. I could live with that. But I was one of many men. I loved this woman and she was playing us all like fucking flutes. Demented, deceitful, conniving, despicable, disgraceful and wretched are all words that come to mind when thinking of this woman who I once had intense feelings for.

Despite how scandalous this whole ordeal has been, I’m grateful for many things. I’m grateful I’m not him. Can you imagine? Your wife of seven years is living her fantasies out while you’re on the road for work. I feel for the guy, I really do. Like goddamn. I pray to whatever god created such a deranged woman that he finds the energy to forgive her and that that child she is bearing is his.

I’m grateful I wasn’t as faithful as I claimed to be with her. Can you imagine if I was solely committed to her while she’s playing house? I’m grateful for closure. I wanted closure when she ghosted me, I was just wasn’t expecting it to be this wild. Oh my. I know one thing, I am staying far far far far far away from married women.