The Stories You Cannot Tell

Three of us wives, lonely at home with our children and PTA and white-collar husbands and our little Wisteria Lane meets Agrestic living. We all share a few commons bonds. We all smoke weed, we all live within a ten-minute drive from each other and we use each other for alibis so we can carrying on our cheating ways.

I guess I kind of stated it when I began surfing the net for affair tips due to my lack of affection and general boredom at home in my marriage. After stocking up on all the information I could, I started having affairs. After confiding in one of my close friends, I found out that she was doing it too, but had kept it from me for months! After laughing at the irony, she told me that one of our other common friends was also cheating on their husbands!

Oh the hilarity that ensured the three of us got together the first time for drinks. I introduced them to the joys of Aarons Affair Stories and Ashley Madison Agency. Sarah shared funny stories about the winners and losers she had met from craigslist. Tracy told us all about her secret tips and tricks for not spending a cent on Lavalife until necessary. There we were, the three of us, swapping information on how to continue cheating on our husbands and not getting caught, instead of swapping recipe’s like we should be! We’d share during soccer games, social functions and we started getting together every Sunday night. Not did we make this a ritual, but we made it so that it was also an alibi for which ever one of us had a date on Sunday. Sometimes all three of us would be out on dates, yet all together for “girls night out”.

We all know it’s wrong, we all know it isn’t right but we keep on doing. We might even be addicted.

He’s much older. He’s been married for over 20 years. He’s overweight. He’s balding. He has a weird sniffing pantyhose fetish that his wife doesn’t know about. He’s rich and powerful. He’s in the papers. He’s not my type. He’s got very bad breath. He has an unhealthy addiction to tweezers. He’s got small feet but hung like one of the many stallions he owns. He’s healthy. He uses Viagra and I don’t mind. He is a gentle lover but sometimes after a few brandy’s he gets a little rough and calls me names. He’s caring. He’s unhappy. He’s thinking of buying me a place a few miles away so he can see me more. “To keep my beautiful smiling face closer” he says to me. He’s talked about putting together a secret slush fund of sorts for me. He’s a good father. He owns companies. He gives to charity on a regular basis. He’s in love with me.

I’m younger than him. I’m recently separated. I’m overweight.I have short hair. I like greek food and sex. I’m not rich and not powerful. I have rolling papers. I don’t have a type. My breath is fine it is my feet that stink. I have a unhealthy addiction to lavalife. I’ve got small feet and medium-sized boobs. I am HIV positive and haven’t yet told him. I use Zoloft and I don’t mind. I’m a dead lay and after a few drinks I pass out. I’m uncaring. I’m thinking about getting someone to burn down my home so my husband cant’ fight me for it. I have no money in the bank. I am a terrible wife. I own nothing of value. I am in love with no one.

I am starting to look sick and I can’t tell him. Part of me hopes I die soon do I don’t have to deal with the whole drama of telling him. He’s older and probably won’t even get infected. My family doesn’t know. I may end up killing myself. Next week is the anniversary of my father’s suicide so hey, might as well. Who said suicide wasn’t hereditary? I don’t know what to do so I turn here. Not sure why. I’ve read the comments some people leave and some are nasty. I might deserve some nasty. I might even need to hear some. Hell. I have a death sentance. It doesn’t get any nastier that that.

I am married and I had sex at work with one of the production people in her cubicle. We have been playing games for over a year now flirting back and forth, and this last weekend we were the only people in the building and it happened. We strted off joking around with about ten minutes left in our day when I said that I always wanted to have sex with my wife on a desk at work and her responce was ,”what “I” won’t do?” I practicly ripped her pants off as we were kising and she proceded to go down on me for a minute or two and then she was bent over that desk and it only took about 2 minutes and I blew my load all over her keyboard because she said to pull out even though I have had a vasectomy.I just finished cleaning up with her when her cell rang and it was her husband in the parking lot waiting for her. We walked out together (We had to set the passcode together, company policy), she turned, smiled and then I waved to her husband and went home to my wife. I have never even imagined that it would ever really come to this because we always joked that we both had to much to lose to ever take a chance like that but it happened and I have this funny feeling that it will happen again.

I can’t tell anyone what I am about to tell. For obvious reasons.I used to sell medical equipment overseas. I travelled extensively with many of my stops being in Asia, many of those being in the Phillipines and China. One trip I ended up at a bar called Red Lips where I met this amazing Phillipino girl. After taking care of her mama-san-madame-pimp she was mine for the night.
I ended up spending my entire time there with her. While I spoke to clients she would go shopping. I told her I’d see her again next time I was in town.

I’ve been back to the Phillipines six times since that affair. Each time I see her. I am even thinking about leaving my wife and marrying her, possibly even staying there on a long-term basis. I am now an ordained minsiter and my wife believes I am performing God’s work in the Phillipines. I am not sure I can continue this charade any longer.

I’m a European living in Tokyo, and I’m married to a Japanese woman.I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I just can’t help fooling around with other women. It’s definitely a big plus to be a foreigner in Japan and finding willing women has never been a problem for me.

…I’m so damn careful. I would never want to hurt her. During our 10 years together, she has never found anything that might imply me having another woman…

Nowadays, with the internet and well advanced phones, it’s even easier.There are many women who are bored in their marriages, and I find them easily on Japanese internet sites. It seems they feel bad about fooling around with a Japanese guy, but with a foreigner, it’s a different story. I’m also surprised that many younger women also like to “date” foreigners, despite knowing the fact that I’m happily married.

Currently I’m having regular sex with around 10 women! Of course, none of them know about the others.My wife knows that I’m popular and attractive, but thinks I’m 100% loyal to her.

Why? Because I’m so damn careful. I would never want to hurt her. During our 10 years together, she has never found anything that might imply me having another woman.In my work I travel a lot, but so it’s easy for me to stay overnight at some hotel in Tokyo. I just tell the wife I’m on a business-trip. The truth is that hardly never go on business-trips inside Japan. But I’m staying out at least one night every week.

…wear different kind of colognes. Many different types. Change often! The wife can never detect any women perfume just because you always smell different as well…

Here’s how you do it:
1. Never keep credit card slips in your wallet. I keep them in my office.

2. From the very beginning I have told my wife that it is considered extremely rude to open someone else’s letters (card-statements included). She would never open any of my letters. But even is she did, I can always say that payments are for a client’s hotel, or dinner with a client.

3. She knows I don’t like talking on the phone, so most of our communication is by phone-mail. In fact I do like talking on the phone, but I made her believe the opposite at an early point in our relationship.

4. I always clear out my phone of any call- and receive-history. I have blocked access to my phone-emails with a password that I change frequently. If she asks me why I’m so secretive, I just tell her that I’m careful about data of my clients leaking out in case I lose my phone somewhere.

5. Sometimes she might ask to send a picture by phone mail, from wherever I’m am. Whenever I’m on a “real” trip somewhere in Japan, I take pictures for future use. I have pictures from basically every part of Japan, in my phone. It’s also wise to ask friends to send you some pictures when they are traveling, just so you can keep a good stock of photos. Just have to be careful to change the information (date etc.) in the photo before sending it to the wifey.

6. I always wear different kind of colognes. Many different types. Change often! The wife can never detect any women perfume just because you always smell different as well. And in Japan you are standing packed in the train during rush-hour, so you will probably get some scent from the ladies next to you anyway.

7. In my portable calendar I only write down things that can’t hurt the wife to see. No use of codes or cryptic. Everything is written very plain to see. Instead, I keep the girl-schedule in my phone, which is locked by password that I change frequently.

8. Going out to purchase something usually takes a about three hours in Tokyo. I take frequent trips to the electrical store to buy ink-cartridges. During those three hours it’s easy to meet one of your mistresses and fool around in a hotel. Ink-cartridges are bought in bulk and kept where the spare wheel is, in my car. My wife doesn’t drive.

…It’s not only about being able to fool around, but you must also give your wife what she expects. I think I have a perfect gig here. Have I forgotten anything?…

9. One problem is gifts. I receive a lot of gifts from my mistresses at Christmas and Birthdays. I keep them all in my office. Sometimes there are also things that suits to give my wife. Keeps her happy. There are often things that I can pass on to my colleagues as well, neckties etc. I’m being the nice guy in the office. Nobody knows…

10. My phone is always on vibrator mode. My wife know this as well, that I hate when the phone rings. The ringtone actually startles me. If some of my girlfriends should by chance call me, my wife won’t know about it as the phone silently vibrates in my pocket. My phone is also set to go off at midnight, and power on again at 8 in the morning. No surprises.

11. I never write the correct address when checking in to a hotel. They never check anyway. If I forgot something in the room I don’t want them to contact me. I guess I can live with that. In either case, I can always go back and pick it up.

12. I never use a condom. The smell of latex or rubber can be traced, and also the rubbers are difficult to hide. In Japan most women don’t care if you use a condom or not, and many of my women will actually say that it feels better without it.

13. I use coin-lockers a lot. It’s a good place to keep a stash of clothes. I can say I go to work, and then change to something more casual for my date.

14. When traveling, even if so only a couple of hours, it’s customary to bring home the specialty of that particular region. I know where they sell specialties from every part of Japan, in Tokyo. I usually purchase the gift first, and then tell my wife “where” I’m going, depending on the gift. This makes her trust me even more.

So, you see? It’s not only about being able to fool around, but you must also give your wife what she expects. I think I have a perfect gig here. Have I forgotten anything?

I can also say that another advantage in Japan is that a Japanese wife would never call your office. If she needs you, she will only call your phone, or in our case, she will mail me.

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Tokyo, Japan

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