Came home early from a business trip, at night, oil painting. Wife asleep with some guy, both naked. Woke them both up. My wife's version: This is my distant, distant relative, I told you nothing about him, he came to visit, I made his bed in the hall, he got cold and came to me to warm up. I frankly laughed. Not only is it summer outside and +29 (at night and even hotter during the day), but men's and women's clothes are scattered all over the bedroom, and by the bed, a coffee table with an empty champagne bottle, two flute glasses and a half-empty box of chocolates. And on the couch in the hall, not even the bedspread was wrinkled. I laughed until it hurt, but still wondered if the relative had frostbite. Then he sent in Santa Claus. While I laughed holding my stomach, he had time to get dressed.
2. I went to pick up my wife at a corporate party and left the car around the corner. I went to their office, they were having fun, I asked where my car was. They nodded at the back, went to dress (during office hours, the staff there drinking tea, well as a locker room used), opened the door and ah... what a plot. The guy (their new employee), kissing my wife, got her hand into her underpants. I coughed loudly, both flinched, my wife pushed the guy away. When I asked what was going on, my wife said: I got something in my underpants and it really stung, and ****** (I am not naming names, you understand, otherwise they will sue me) helped me get this prick... My wife could not answer the question why they kissed me with a hickey.
I went home in the afternoon, left for work in the morning and forgot my purse with my documents, money, and driver's license. Thankfully the traffic police were not caught. I opened the door, I went into the corridor and was about to call my wife, but... I heard "erotic sounds" from behind the closed kitchen door, I went to the kitchen. I open the kitchen door, my wife in an open robe on her bare body and fishnet stockings, takes off her panties. When my wife sees me, she says: He is a gas service employee, he came to check the gas, he wanted to seduce me and stripped naked, I told him that I am married and I love my husband. I just help him put his underpants on. Anyway, I escorted the "gas station employee" out, and at the same time I asked him to take his wife with him. There were tears and moaning that I had got it all wrong and other stuff about love till the grave and that I should trust her.
For a long time I suspected that my wife was cheating on me, but there was no proof. I decided to hire someone to "keep an eye on her. Three days later I had the result. In the evening, I waited for my wife to come home from work. She came home. She had dinner, and then I confronted her. The legend was that it was not her, that it was her twin sister (as far as I know, she had no other sisters and brothers, much less twins), who disappeared a long time ago and that this sister periodically appears and builds her intrigues. And even made a tragicomedy that she herself is afraid and worried about herself and her reputation, because the "twin sister" "sets her up" not for the first time. And even when I provided the photo of someone with whom she is in a cafe, in a car and an apartment, and called the name of the man with whom they sit in the same office at work, my wife kept saying that the photo is not her, and missing twin sister. In short, I did not start any more showdown, packed up and left, the good thing was where. I divorced my wife, even though she was against it and kept repeating her own truth, in court she said that they did not see eye to eye.
The husband and his wife went to visit some friends, three couples got together and drank heavily. The apartment was three rooms, so they decided to spend the night, in order not to show up in the middle of the night in a disgraceful state. They went to their rooms and fell asleep.
One of the friends woke up. You know the dryness, and his wife was not around. So he goes to the kitchen for water. And the bathroom light is on and it's locked from the inside. Of course, he starts breaking in. A couple of minutes later, his wife opens the door, and there's one of his friends in the bathroom. The wife with a wet head in her robe, on her bare body, and the friend, though dressed in jeans, but he is also wet.
The wife's first words were, "we were just talking. I was taking a bath, and I forgot to close the door. He came in and we were just talking, nothing happened.