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2014.12.06 01:36 Wife caught cheating on spycam

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2020.11.25 18:21 CreativeScheme Spycam caught cheating on wife

Trying to get in contact with my wife, but she won't return phone calls or texts. btw I caught her cheating so I don't know what she would be ignoring me for. We were only married a year and half and We don't have children, and most assets are in my name before marriage. The only thing we share is a joint banking account and we are both on the title of a car we bought at the beginning of the year that is paid off. I'm trying to do a uncontested divorce but she won't answer any of my texts or phone calls. It's just going to be more expensive, lawyer and court wise for both of us, with very little to gain if she doesn't respond. I'm giving a week for her to respond and come to agreements, if n not the lawyer mentioned we will have to go the contested route if she doesn't respond which sucks.
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2020.11.25 15:37 Necrobiohazard Wife caught cheating on spycam

Recently my wife (31f) and I(35m) have hit a hard time and we need to rebuild trust and affection. We have been married almost 10 years and have three kids, and until a few years ago everything was great.
A few months ago I noticed a change in her behavior and when I asked about it I’d get brushed off. I became paranoid and snooped in her phone and caught her in a few lies. It wasn’t cheating, but close. But because I snooped it caused issues.
I made an ultimatum for marriage counseling and she agreed. During such I admitted one of my faults.
After our last kid was born 2 years ago sex hit almost a hard stop. I understand the childbirth can cause a lot of changes and had seen that with our previous two, but this change seemed permanent. Her quota was met and my cup was still empty. I felt like anytime I brought it up she felt like I was trying to force her into doing something, so eventually I slowed my advances to a crawl. After a while of this I resorted to porn and taking care of things myself. This had caused a lot of problems between us when we were dating and I agreed not to do so again, but now I was hiding it once more.
Over the past few months we have been struggling much worse. I’d get frustrated and angry and vent to my friends in private messages via text or FB Messenger. I never tried to cover my tracks, and had previously told her if she ever wanted to snoop go ahead. I wouldn’t hide anything from now on. So after my admission of porn, she snooped and she saw where I was badmouthing her to my friends.
I conceded that I was speaking out of anger at those times and I was wrong for villainizing my wife. The main reason for my venting out of anger was she is still doing her previously hidden activities that I expressed I wasn’t comfortable with.
I try not to be controlling but I do get jealous. And over the past several months everything with our 3 kids has fallen onto me. Plus all the housework, cooking, grocery shopping, I’m going to my masters degree, and working full time as the primary breadwinner. All while she is out trying to find herself.
She has stated that she still loves me, wants our relationship to work, but feels that I’m impossible to satisfy. That I hold her on a pedestal that she can’t actually live up to. On the other hand, she is my primary (if not only) true source of happiness. Without her I feel abandoned, but because I seem to overwhelm her she doesn’t want to be nearby.
The intimacy seems to have gone first, followed by the trust. I want to rebuild but I don’t know how. I still have all my social media open to her if she wants, told her she can ask for my phone anytime and I’ll hand it over. I’ll stop making her out to be the bad guy, and try my hardest to open up about my feelings more. But I feel that all of that is just step one and I don’t know where to go from here.
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2020.11.25 14:11 alxwak Wife caught cheating on spycam

Usual disclaimer: on phone, English not my first language.
About 11 years ago, my wife and I got engaged. My MIL decided to gift us with an expenses covered trip to Paris as an engagement gift. So, we found ourselves spending a week in Paris, enjoying the city. Also, we met an old friend. My friend, nicknamed Indy, was doing a post-graduate degree in Paris. We met a couple of nights and we scheduled to visit the Louvre together.
Next day, we met outside of the Louvre. Along with Indy was his GF. She was a History of Arts major (slightly important for later) from Norway. Indy was an Archaeology post-grad. He has, since his preteen years, an obsession with ancient history (important for the story). Also relevant to story, my wife likes to read a lot of history books.
We start our tour in the Louvre from the Roman section with Indy taking the role of explaining what we were seeing. Now, because of his GF, we all speak English. We pass the Roman section, followed by the Greek, stopping on the Aphrodite of Milos. In that section, Indy really took off with his explaining, not only with Aphrodite but with the Muses as well (statues of them in the same section). Then up the stairs to take pics of Nike and onwards to the Renaissance section.
On the way towards the next section, we stopped in room that had models of some of the wonders of the ancient world. One of them was a model of the temple of Zeus in Olympia and the giant statue of Zeus made from Ivory and Gold. Indy stops to explain this to his GF and my wife decides to chip in about cheating in original Olympic Games, started a light hearted banter. They're talking in our native language and I'm trying to translate to Indy's GF.
And then it happened...
Me=me, I=Indy, SM=stressed mom, AC1+AC2= amazed child 1 and 2 respectively.
SM: "Excuse me. What the guide is talking about?"
I turn around and see a woman in her thirties and two boys, the older around 8-9yo and the younger around 6-7yo. Everything on her screams tourist. She wears a sundress, has a small backpack (with supplies for the children, we found out later), a "Guide to the Louvre " book and a look of stress on her face (my wife and I have that look occasionally now, it's common on parents).
Me: "They're talking about cheating on the ancient Olympics"
AC1: "Wow! They used to cheat back then?"
The younger one is glued to the model.
AC2: "Who's that?" he asked pointing at the statue.
That caught Indy's attention.
I: "That's Zeus, the leader of the Greek gods"
AC2: "Wow!".
AC1: ""Where is Mona Lisa?"
I: "Down this corridor. You can't miss it."
AC1: "Cool! Can you tell us the story for that?"
An awkward pause from everyone.
SM, a bit embarrassed: "You're not a tour guide, are you?"
I: "No madam, I'm not."
A sigh came out SM. She grabbed her book tighter.
SM: "I'm sorry. You were speaking with such authority and the book is so unhelpful, we kinda thought... you know..."
I: "It's alright. I hope I helped. In fact, we were going to visit the next section, if you want to follow. But I won't do the talking. Hana (his GF) is more apt in this period than I "
Hana waived, smiling.
AC1: "Can we go with them mom? Please?"
She looked to each of us, trying to decide.
SM: "If it's not too much trouble..."
"No trouble at all" both Indy and Hana replied.
AC1+2: "Yeaeee!!!!"
SM: "BUT, you have to be quite and listen to the nice people "
AC1+2: "Yes mom!"
They followed us the rest of the day I the Louvre, with either Indy or Hana answering the kids questions. It was lovely to see the look of amazement on their faces as we walked through the museum.
The mother told us her husband was invited in a week long convention in Paris from his company and brought them along for vacations. She insisted to buy us lunch, which we politely declined. We settled for coffee in one of the small cafes outside of Louvre. Her husband joined us later on. The kids asked a million questions about the exhibits during our coffee. But the their true delight was they discovered Hana was from a country that had Vikings!
All and all, a nice stroll in the Louvre.
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2020.11.25 09:09 Trisaratops_98 Mysterious Death of Phoenix Police Sergeant Drenth

My father and I where coming home from a long day in Scottsdale from doing engineering work. We go for a drive home snack at a QT because it is a long way home from Scottsdale. As we entered Phoenix we were at a stop light and he pointed to the left. I lifted my head up and wondered what he was pointing at. I asked "what is it?". He pointed to a street where there were palm trees and a chain link fence surrounding an area that looked abandoned but apparently was still active. He replied "that area were all the palm trees you see there has a story." I though of this and maybe it was some sort of funny story or anything else. Stories he usually tells because he grew up and was an officer in Phoenix and knows every inch of it. So this is this the story as what he was explaining to me.
In the area he pointed he was explaining to me that long ago the area he pointed was active in the night. So much that the people that own the property had to hire officers to come and guard the area. Now who wants to guard all the night right? Boring right? Well these sneaky officers did what a devil would do. They didn't do their job and just went to go do something else. While still getting paid. And plus, you don't want to get caught either. So you keep it on the low. As this was going on alot of officers were doing this. I mean ALOT. were not doing their jobs while still getting paid. And just tell other officers to take their shift while they do other things that they want instead of doing what they were told. Anyways. It was a small leak that would soon turn into a huge leaky mess. While this was going on things started to spark.
Everyone was getting suspicious and rumors were spreaded. And that's when ol' Sergeant Drenth came into the picture. So the department of course was getting suspicious and they had four main suspects as targets and Drenth was one of them. He knew he would become a suspect. As he was caught it was kept in the hush hush zone. He told the department everything and tried his best again to keep it down so the whole department will hear. He was in trouble,but at a price of "I will tell you if you don't do this" sort of deal. And boy did the story spreaded like wild fire through out the whole station.
Scandals everywhere rumors and gossips that Drenth told the whole truth of the situation that was going on of the officers that weren't doing their jobs. And the officers heard. And they took secret action.
So after that whole deal. Drenth went on his own. Getting a bite to eat doing what he was doing. Texted his wife normally like how a couple should text to each other. Again. Normal stuff he would do.
My mind gets fuzzy at this part I forgot what had happened after he ate and did what he did. But I'll put a link on the bottom. So I'll jump forward.
A police officer was trying to call Drenth on the radio. Nothing. They tried again. Nothing. Drenth didn't pick up which was very very odd. A police officer found Drenth behind the Phoenix court building. Lying on the ground and ran towards him.
Drenth was found by an apparent "suicide". afterwards.
Now this story was on fire all around the station all of Phoenix and possibly the country for it's strange story line. And alot of eyebrows were raised. And Drenth wasn't even suicidal or anything to say the least. His wife. His friends everyone said that Drenth was never suicidal.
Now you are probably thinking "well suicide is hidden. People hide their emotions blah blah blah". And that is 100 percent reasonable. BUT alot of people were stating and autopsy reports that this "suicide" was like no other.
It seemed he was shot execution style. The dirt on his knees indicated he was in his knees. His cuffs,wallet personal belongings etc were scattered all over the floor. The gun he used (I forgot what type. But I have the picture of my gun but I forgot what it was called. Again. I will put a link down so y'all can read more into it.). He "shot himself" but with the type of gun he used it is impossible. Because if he shot himself he would be in a different position. The picture looks like he was laying down like a body in a casket. Very much Impossible. And that the gun was placed on his stomach. Plus the blood splatter does not indicate that he shot himself. It looked forced and the gun was "magically" placed on his stomach with out it moving. Now I'm no physics expert but I would assume by the pressure and power of the gun the gun would slightly fly off and the body would move DRAMATICALLY.
Now this sounds all suspicious. Hmm. I wonder who would have done such a crime? Well well we'll. If it isn't the main four coppers who were in on the whole cop not doing job while still getting paid under deal.
Now isn't it funny that Drenth told what has happened and how him and other officers were in on this. The officers planned to kill him for him to pay what he has done for all of their dirty cheating. Oh and made Drenths body look like a suicide.
Now it makes sense right? Coppers killed another copper because they all got caught for cheating the system? My what a fine story of lies and hiding. But that's not all.
The court and the Phoenix Police department just swept it underneath the rug. Saying in a nutshell "oh PFFTTT. There's nothing yeah he did commit suicide. What has happened. Happened. Evidence proves it. End of story."
Weird right? What other things is Phoenix hiding? They didn't want to make a big scene because there is alot of things that goes on. Scandals galore. But they just don't want to deal with the court because they know that their asses will get beaten or worse...just like Drenth. Killed.
Of course Phoenix Department wants to look very high and mighty. And that they don't have an flaws. They are 100 percent peachy clean. That's why they covered up this story just to forget it. Because they don't want their officers to look bad to Arizona and the city.
So that's what sums up with the mysterious Death of sargeant Drenth.
Was it murder? Was it a cover up? Who really were the murderers? Let me know what you guys think.
Death of Sergeant Drenth In depth
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2020.11.24 23:38 EricaShmericaOFF Wife caught cheating on spycam

Jenny & Smett: Jenny is still blubbering from last week over her slip of the tongue, as she told trickortreatsmellmySmeet’s brother and sister in law about their upcoming wedding plans. Smit’s brother, Ovenmit, tried to convince him to tell the parents Sueme about the wedding plans before he went home and told them himself (Seems like he’s trying hard to be the favorite child, but he’s definitely in the lead) . Ovenmit and his wife, Shreelanka bring up the point that things will be worse with their parents if they find out about the wedding after the fact, especially if they find out from someone else. After hearing all of this, Jenny and Smee agree to talk to the parents Sumitch together to let them know about the wedding, and hoping they might change their tune. The game plan was for SueMe’s parents to come see the new house, get the grand tour, and then be hit with the wedding news. Jenny worked hard in the kitchen preparing some eats for Someeat, as she awaited their arrival. The couple scrambled to finish swiffering the floor and putting away any “dominating” accessories that might not be mom and dad appropriate. The parents Smee arrived into town in what appeared to be a large roller skate disguised as a taxi, already in a bad mood, with their minds made up about Jenny. As they came in, Jenny tried to welcome them with her best “Namaste'', though Soomeet’s mother was more like “Nah, ma gunna stay over here”. The parents didn’t waste any time telling their son that they planned on taking him home with them, and that he’s no longer allowed to play house with his American Elder. Steemheat let them in on the news that he figured out a way of marrying Jenny, despite their objections, and was hoping they could put aside their feelings and just be happy for him, since he claims to be very happy. Unfortunately, mother Smit believes there is only one law in India -her law...and she’s the new Sheriff in town, so get into the toy cab- you’re coming home. (This segment alone secured the mother and son duo a spot on next season’s “I love a Mama’s Boy”, giving ShishKabob’s mother a run for her money) Now, I am unable to repeat all of the one liners from the Parents StoogeMe, as there were so many amazing ones to choose from. I will say that the highlights were including but not limited to; “Why don’t you find another oldie?”” Why don’t you marry a 100 year old?”” This is a couple?!?!”” She’s making your hair grey because she’s old”. Sumofit tried to combat their comments, begging them to be happy for his happiness and accept his love of the elderly, but they (especially dear old mom) would not budge. If the conversation doesn’t turn, they could always try calling up Yazan’s father to put a hit on him..…
Brittany & Yazan: Brittany, her friend Angela, Yazan and their new friend the translator, sat down at a super cute cafe to get a better understanding of the situation at hand. The translator started by speaking for Yazan, explaining that Yazan wants to marry The Brittany despite the fact that she does not want to convert to Islam and will even go to his parents to tell them about the marriage (It must be pointed out that the translator was repeating Yazan’s words verbatim, and it sounded like he was confessing his love to Brittany personally. Not sure what the protocol is for this, but he could have at least done finger quotes or something. Also, who pays for the translator’s food? Is it included in this fee? So many questions...) Yazan further explains via translator that he is willing to sacrifice everything to marry her, and that he will most likely be disowned…. But no pressure. Brittany acted as though this was a new development, though this is like the 5th episode of this storyline and if we all knew about it, she should have too. She claimed to need more time to process this news, before making her decision to marry him and move forward.( I mean the fact that they needed a third party translator to talk about their relationship issues should be some sort of sign, but I digress…) Brittany then claims she wanted to speak with Yazan’s brother to get an outside opinion on the relationship, still contemplating if Yazan is “tricking her” into marriage, and technically signing his own death warrant. Next we see Brittany’s friend Angela looking pretty excited to be heading home and not having to be the third wheel on this hot mess express. During their last few moments of their Jordanian “girls’ trip”, Brittany explains to Angela that she was overwhelmed by all of the sacrifices that Yazan has made with his parents in the name of their relationship. She retells Angela about her idea to speak with Yazan’s brother Obaida,(who’s a bit of alright-a), probably secretly hoping he’s down for a little “haram” himself. In the last segment, we see Brittany, the translator, and Obaida having a sit down meeting in a scenic pile of ancient ruins to discuss the inside scoop. She started by explaining that she loves Yazan, but does not want to cause problems with their family. Obaida (with his smoulder) tells the translator that the family is having a hard time accepting Yazan’s decision to be with a foreign girl who posts bikini pictures and twerking videos on Instagram. He also informs Brittany about their father’s murder threats, which caused her eyes to produce an unknown salty discharge for the first time this season….and she finally stopped smiling. Obaida felt the crying was a symbol of genuine love (too bad she couldn’t have cried 10 weeks again and we could have skipped all of this…) and he informs Brittany that she just needs to take care of his brother, since now he has no one in his life and everyone hates him. She felt glad that they had this talk, though it left her feeling more confused and pressured than ever. I hope the translator was offered a stiff drink after this job. (Also, I hope they did not pay him with a free haircut from Yazan’s barber shop, because it would be terrible advertising…. Horrible hair.)
Ariela & Baby Daddy Baby: It’s finally time for the Positive Gangster to head out of town, as she and Ari headed to the airport together and have a little alone time along the way. Ariela’s mom feels that the relationship issues between Ari and her Baby Daddy Baby haven’t really improved since she was last in town, and that the conditions in Ethiopia are a lot harder for her and the baby than they would be back in Joisey. Ariela maintains that she has “happy moments” in Ethiopia with Biniyam and his family, but ultimately is feeling pressured to stay for the sake of their little family of three. She promises to be honest with her mother and herself, and to be open to the idea of coming back to the U.S. if things become too difficult. Now that her parents are gone, it’s time for Ariela to prepare for baby Avi’s baptism. Baby Daddy was afraid that Ariela may take off with the baby half way through the ceremony (a valid concern) as she did with the circumcision. Ariela promised to be on her best behavior, as she dressed herself in the traditional garb, accessorizing appropriately for church with her Jewish Star necklace. It appeared that baby Avi was given a friar tuck haircut for the occasion, as he was stripped down naked for his ceremonial dip into the church’s ensuite bath tub, while everyone chanted around him. Ari looked like she was ready to do a snatch and grab as the baby began to cry, but she was kept busy by having a bible shoved into her face. The ceremony was finally over, and they brought the baby of the hour to his after party. Apparently Ethiopia is slightly inspired by Mexico, as it is tradition to roll the newly Baptised baby up in their native injera bread like an adorable little baby burrito (I don’t remember seeing Anne Geddes have a baby in injera bread, but it could be a whole new craze). Biniyam busted out some major moves on the dancefloor, as he and his family rejoiced that the baby will no longer run the risk of going to hell. Ariela seemed to be enjoying this “happy moment”, though next week looks like another freakout is on the horizon.
Deavan & Jihoon: Deavan was yelling at Jihoon about the messy state of their apartment, as everyone knows it’s always Jihoon’s fault. Realizing that her mother, Elicia, was coming over to see the new place, he stepped it up and cleaned, as he suffers from EP (Elicia phobia). After some inspecting, Elicia gave the new apartment her stamp of approval, recognizing that it was a major upgrade from the last. Meanwhile, I was glad to see that BamBam the puppy was still amongst the living, as he ran to Deavan’s sister, much like any hostage would in that type of situation. Jihoon explained to Deaven’s parents that he wanted to partake in the ancient Korean tradition of “Hahm”, which involved giving them a Korean box in exchange for their wedding blessing. Although Deavan’s parents were mostly confused and thought he just wanted to eat ham, they obliged. Deavan (who thinks she’s a big shot with her Korean cultural knowledge now that she went to the Korean toilet museum) participated in the ceremony by hiding in the closet. About an hour later, Jihoon and his friends from the picnic (but not the Kpop friend, he was way too cool to be caught dead doing this) showed up wearing some kind of freeze dried squids scotch taped to their faces. Apparently this “Silence of the Squids'' mask was to ward off evil spirits. Jihoon also stomped on a “gourd bowl” (whatever the hell that was),and everyone just smiled and nodded. Jihoony presented his in-laws with the Hahm box, and they were shocked to see it was a few tchotchkes instead of the non kosher Honeybaked Ham they thought they were getting. After the box presentation, it was time for Jihoon to search all 400 square feet of the apartment to try and find Deavan (hopefully BamBam is better at hiding). The couple were so happy about how the visit and ceremony went, and Jihoon celebrated by eating his own face-squid (I guess the mask is the ancient Korean version of an edible candy necklace…) After all of the squid shenanigans, Deavan had a moment alone with her mother to try on her wedding dress, which was actually really pretty with a pink underlay. The two discussed all of the improvements Jihoon has made since the last visit, as well as how far they have come as a couple, especially in the wake of a difficult situation. Elicia seems to approve of their marriage for now, feeling like Deavan seems slightly less miserable than usual.
Cheesestick & Melyza: Tim decided that since he is low on funds and Melyza still hates him (albeit slightly less), he’s going to have to go back stateside. Malaria seemed angry that he had made the decision to go back without discussing it with her first, but ffhrifdusjkfhnksdsfdjdh… oh sorry, I feel asleep on the keyboard. Anyway, he’s moving back to the U.S. so he can work on “coming back to her”, and they’re both worried the other one is going to cheat. Good talk. Next up, it was time for Tim to pack up his junk and head to the airport. The couple has another excruciating conversation about their relationship status, confessing that they love each other enough to make the distance work. They then had to pack up the tiny car (which Melyza could probably sell in Ethiopia for like $80,000), and head out to the airport. They said their final goodbyes with tears in their eyes, not fully knowing if they will ever see each other again. I wish them all the best…..now get off of my tv.
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2020.11.24 20:30 FagnusTwatfield Wife caught cheating on spycam

The end of the rope.
Stephanie didn't run, neither did she flee, sprint dash or retreat. Instead, she urged every fibre of her being towards the Castle walls. Legs pumping, she made for the stone haven ahead of her, every movement perfect, her brain subconsciously forming her muscles into the most aerodynamic form, her breathing fluid and her head forward armed with a few hundred thousand years of animal flight. legs pumping, she edged past an elder paying no thought her fate, the fittest survive and in this moment of panic there was no guilt for those who couldn't make it to what lied ahead. She saw it now, her chance at mercy from this awful fate, something slowly lowered from the crenelated stronghold, a single rope, a single hope, so little and yet in the moment everything. Nothing mattered now, not the actions nor the consequences, all that mattered was what was at the end of the rope.
She pressed on, seemingly inexhaustible, she dared not listen to what came behind her let alone look! Another person fell before her, she recognised him as Bastion the friendly baker, he'd give her an extra sweet bun on Sundays, she caught him looking at her bust once Pervert she thought, ignoring the fact that at the time she had noticed his embarrassment and shame and even had been somewhat flattered. his harrowing screams soon followed.
The rope lowered somewhat more I can make it she chanted like a mantra. there are more before me, fitter, stronger, faster, but i can make it, I have a chance, not like Bastion or the elder
Strong soldiers at the wall ahead encouraged them, carolled them, begged and pleaded with them to make it to the rope. Stepanie felt her legs grow tired, the Lactic acid burned * I can't give up!!* she screamed internally. Forlorn she almost faltered deigned to accept her fate, but then she caught the eyes of 2 Pikeman on the wall. They were staring at her, one was gesturing frantically in encouragement beckoning her forward, the other had his eyes closed in silent prayer that she would make it, with her muscles invigored at this omen she steeled herself and pushed forward, she would be the one to make it to the end of the rope.
She could no longer ignore the primal fear of the beasts, she knew they were gaining on her, she could already hear the rending of flesh and the screams of agony and terror of the slower, the older, the fatter and the less fortunate. She desperately tried to push the knowledge of them from her, ignore the legends at the campfires of her youth, the stories had seemed so exciting, the idea of beasts designed by magic to kill you slowly, to burn you with acid, to hatch living larvae inside you that eat you from within , to burn you with fire, to eat you alive. She pushed the tales that kept her infant self awake at night in terror from her mind and pleaded with whatever Gods ever existed that they were exaggerations, she left a final prayer that it would be her and not the others that would reach the end of the rope.
She made a frantic gamble in leaping over a fallen man. It was Nigel, the barrel maker, an awkward man - he had drunkenly tried to kiss her once on Midsomer's eve * He would have eventually tried so force himself on me* she pulsed in her mind as the bones of his spine and the involuntary screams echoed in cacophony behind her. They chose me she reminded herself, the 2 soldiers on the wall had chosen her, and that meant something, it meant they believed in her, she suspected no one had chosen the frail or invalid to get to the one rope, no they had chosen her because they believed she could make it, they had focused everything on her to be the one to get to the end of the rope.
Adrenalin flooded her blood as she felt the warm rancid breath of a beast behind her, its rhythmic breathing and loping pace almost torturing her nerves with it easy effortless stride. she focused on the rope, lungs burning and breathing racked. * I can make it* she screamed internally. she could see the loop in the rope, just big enough to fit through, hanging on wouldn't be enough, she needed to pass through the hole. I will be the one to make it to the end of the rope
Beside her a priest was barged to the side by a burly youth and span into her falling. the preist had abandoned his ceremonial staff and cried out in piteous despair as he fell - she span with him but managed to right herself and dared to look for split second at the beast pursuing her. Had she even considered the possibility of a long life she would maybe realise the beast she saw, the fangs, the claws, the tentacles and the three eyes would have haunted her relentlessly to an early grave. Where is his God now? he is a hypocrite she justified I must get to the end of the rope, i can see its threads now, their aren't many ahead of me The priests cries reached new crescendos of agony.
To her right a man stopped next to a woman, turned to her, and in one fierce brutal motion began to choke her. shocked the woman put up a resistance but she was too bedraggled by fear and fatigue to offer much of a fight. * fool, she thought, now you will never reach the end of the rope*
She saw the warrior, her emotional sponsor, a stranger to her who now in this moment meant everything to her * you can do it* his eyes said i wouldn't have chosen anyone else in that moment she felt a connection deeper than anything she could imagine with anyone, it replaced the love of her father, the kiss of her mother, the touch of her lover or the growing of her child * i will not be torn apart by beasts* she said * i will make it to the end of the rope.
Trauma does so much to people, Stephanie did not notice that another man had begun the ascend on the slop of the wall to near the rope, nor the single bloody hand that flew by her face, she even deafened herself momentarily from the sound of howling unearthly animals tearing limbs off of torso as their owners screamed in chorus. instead, she noticed a small woman ahead of her with a tiny bundled infant. anger flared within her, she had spent her lonely youth running in the forest to replace the emptiness that came with being a loner, she had accidently honed her body, through tragedy of introverted youth to be a real competitor to get to the end of the rope, and now fate conspired to cheat her of her right, luck had decided that this frail mother and her brat might be the ones to reach the end of the rope. Stephanie swiftly elbowed her in the face as she passed * probably a whore, an unwed mother, a murderer of her husband* she reckoned. Anything to keep her guilt free from getting to the end of the rope, she felt nothing in that moment.
Then she felt everything! The man ascending has reached the loop, had begun to pull himself up, the soldiers were ecstatic that someone had made it, crestfallen she almost stopped but at the last second as he began to slip through the loop he fell!! she gave the last of her strength, drew on everything in her life, the love of everyone she had, the knowledge that it would all be okay if she made it to the end of the rope, and as the fallen man lay there crouched over, head in hands lamenting and sobbing she leapt up on his back, sprang with every ounce of energy and pulled herself up to the rope. delirious with weakness she forced herself though the loop.
As she faded from reality, she saw the scene that had played behind her. the beasts leapt upon the remaining survivors and tore them asunder agonisingly slowly. the mother she had pushed failed to dash her child's head against the rocks, a snakelike creature snatched it away from her whilst a scorpion like animal stuck her with a poison that made her scream in frequencies before unknown. The strangling man held his wife and cried at the mercy he had given her, as well as the tears for the acid vomiting insect at his fore. she felt the loop around her, she heard the angry grumblings and excited chatter of the troops above her as bets were settled and coins were exchanged. the rope tightened around her neck. she was the only one to find mercy at the end of the rope.
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2020.11.24 20:28 FagnusTwatfield On cheating caught wife spycam

The end of the rope.
Stephanie didn't run, neither did she flee, sprint dash or retreat. Instead, she urged every fibre of her being towards the Castle walls. Legs pumping, she made for the stone haven ahead of her, every movement perfect, her brain subconsciously forming her muscles into the most aerodynamic form, her breathing fluid and her head forward armed with a few hundred thousand years of animal flight. legs pumping, she edged past an elder paying no thought her fate, the fittest survive and in this moment of panic there was no guilt for those who couldn't make it to what lied ahead. She saw it now, her chance at mercy from this awful fate, something slowly lowered from the crenelated stronghold, a single rope, a single hope, so little and yet in the moment everything. Nothing mattered now, not the actions nor the consequences, all that mattered was what was at the end of the rope.
She pressed on, seemingly inexhaustible, she dared not listen to what came behind her let alone look! Another person fell before her, she recognised him as Bastion the friendly baker, he'd give her an extra sweet bun on Sundays, she caught him looking at her bust once Pervert she thought, ignoring the fact that at the time she had noticed his embarrassment and shame and even had been somewhat flattered. his harrowing screams soon followed.
The rope lowered somewhat more I can make it she chanted like a mantra. there are more before me, fitter, stronger, faster, but i can make it, I have a chance, not like Bastion or the elder
Strong soldiers at the wall ahead encouraged them, carolled them, begged and pleaded with them to make it to the rope. Stepanie felt her legs grow tired, the Lactic acid burned * I can't give up!!* she screamed internally. Forlorn she almost faltered deigned to accept her fate, but then she caught the eyes of 2 Pikeman on the wall. They were staring at her, one was gesturing frantically in encouragement beckoning her forward, the other had his eyes closed in silent prayer that she would make it, with her muscles invigored at this omen she steeled herself and pushed forward, she would be the one to make it to the end of the rope.
She could no longer ignore the primal fear of the beasts, she knew they were gaining on her, she could already hear the rending of flesh and the screams of agony and terror of the slower, the older, the fatter and the less fortunate. She desperately tried to push the knowledge of them from her, ignore the legends at the campfires of her youth, the stories had seemed so exciting, the idea of beasts designed by magic to kill you slowly, to burn you with acid, to hatch living larvae inside you that eat you from within , to burn you with fire, to eat you alive. She pushed the tales that kept her infant self awake at night in terror from her mind and pleaded with whatever Gods ever existed that they were exaggerations, she left a final prayer that it would be her and not the others that would reach the end of the rope.
She made a frantic gamble in leaping over a fallen man. It was Nigel, the barrel maker, an awkward man - he had drunkenly tried to kiss her once on Midsomer's eve * He would have eventually tried so force himself on me* she pulsed in her mind as the bones of his spine and the involuntary screams echoed in cacophony behind her. They chose me she reminded herself, the 2 soldiers on the wall had chosen her, and that meant something, it meant they believed in her, she suspected no one had chosen the frail or invalid to get to the one rope, no they had chosen her because they believed she could make it, they had focused everything on her to be the one to get to the end of the rope.
Adrenalin flooded her blood as she felt the warm rancid breath of a beast behind her, its rhythmic breathing and loping pace almost torturing her nerves with it easy effortless stride. she focused on the rope, lungs burning and breathing racked. * I can make it* she screamed internally. she could see the loop in the rope, just big enough to fit through, hanging on wouldn't be enough, she needed to pass through the hole. I will be the one to make it to the end of the rope
Beside her a priest was barged to the side by a burly youth and span into her falling. the preist had abandoned his ceremonial staff and cried out in piteous despair as he fell - she span with him but managed to right herself and dared to look for split second at the beast pursuing her. Had she even considered the possibility of a long life she would maybe realise the beast she saw, the fangs, the claws, the tentacles and the three eyes would have haunted her relentlessly to an early grave. Where is his God now? he is a hypocrite she justified I must get to the end of the rope, i can see its threads now, their aren't many ahead of me The priests cries reached new crescendos of agony.
To her right a man stopped next to a woman, turned to her, and in one fierce brutal motion began to choke her. shocked the woman put up a resistance but she was too bedraggled by fear and fatigue to offer much of a fight. * fool, she thought, now you will never reach the end of the rope*
She saw the warrior, her emotional sponsor, a stranger to her who now in this moment meant everything to her * you can do it* his eyes said i wouldn't have chosen anyone else in that moment she felt a connection deeper than anything she could imagine with anyone, it replaced the love of her father, the kiss of her mother, the touch of her lover or the growing of her child * i will not be torn apart by beasts* she said * i will make it to the end of the rope.
Trauma does so much to people, Stephanie did not notice that another man had begun the ascend on the slop of the wall to near the rope, nor the single bloody hand that flew by her face, she even deafened herself momentarily from the sound of howling unearthly animals tearing limbs off of torso as their owners screamed in chorus. instead, she noticed a small woman ahead of her with a tiny bundled infant. anger flared within her, she had spent her lonely youth running in the forest to replace the emptiness that came with being a loner, she had accidently honed her body, through tragedy of introverted youth to be a real competitor to get to the end of the rope, and now fate conspired to cheat her of her right, luck had decided that this frail mother and her brat might be the ones to reach the end of the rope. Stephanie swiftly elbowed her in the face as she passed * probably a whore, an unwed mother, a murderer of her husband* she reckoned. Anything to keep her guilt free from getting to the end of the rope, she felt nothing in that moment.
Then she felt everything! The man ascending has reached the loop, had begun to pull himself up, the soldiers were ecstatic that someone had made it, crestfallen she almost stopped but at the last second as he began to slip through the loop he fell!! she gave the last of her strength, drew on everything in her life, the love of everyone she had, the knowledge that it would all be okay if she made it to the end of the rope, and as the fallen man lay there crouched over, head in hands lamenting and sobbing she leapt up on his back, sprang with every ounce of energy and pulled herself up to the rope. delirious with weakness she forced herself though the loop.
As she faded from reality, she saw the scene that had played behind her. the beasts leapt upon the remaining survivors and tore them asunder agonisingly slowly. the mother she had pushed failed to dash her child's head against the rocks, a snakelike creature snatched it away from her whilst a scorpion like animal stuck her with a poison that made her scream in frequencies before unknown. The strangling man held his wife and cried at the mercy he had given her, as well as the tears for the acid vomiting insect at his fore. she felt the loop around her, she heard the angry grumblings and excited chatter of the troops above her as bets were settled and coins were exchanged. the rope tightened around her neck. she was the only one to find mercy at the end of the rope.
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2020.11.24 18:04 k311y1311is0n Wife caught cheating on spycam

I have been in a relationship with my husband for 18 years. The man I married was like a dream come true. When we started out, everything was amazing. Except, he has these friends who I honestly feel are a bunch of drug addicts, alcoholics, and enablers. I started to notice my husband's excessive drinking, and I stupidly thought he loved me enough to see the building problems, and actively work on correcting them. Then he got his first DUI. I tried to show him that there were specific friends in his group that were actively trying to sabotage our relationship and his future. After all, he was the first of the group to get a place of his own and have a decent job. I thought he understood, but for some reason, he kept holding his "friends" in a high esteem. I focused on trying to help him quit drinking. We had gotten married and had our only child by this time. Then he got his second DUI. And while on house arrest he went out and got himself a third DUI. Thousands of dollars, and busting our butts to get his licence reinstated and get his car out of impound. And facing a court by jury. You would think that that would have been enough to snap him out of his habit. Because by this time, I knew that I wasn't enough. But again, his friends always had the first say in every negative event that's happened in our lives. Then they got him smoking meth. I had never delt with anyone on this drug, so I didn't know what was going on. I was going to college to get my GED, and he started telling his "friends" that I was taking sex classes, cheating on him and saying I was a chronic masterbater. That I had a vibrator in me at all times and telling his "friends" and family that I was cheating on him. To me, he wanted to look at every bit of class work I brought home, claiming that he wanted to help me. But he wasnt helping me, he kept telling me that everything I was learning in class was wrong, and keeping me from being able to study or even sleep at night over petty fights. I ended up having to drop out of school. Soon after, we moved to a new place, and that's when everything started to fall apart. He'd lost his job for getting into fights at work, constantly being late, and he even wrecked a customers car that was in for repair. It was at this time that I caught him in our dining room trying to fix his pipe, because he had dropped it on the time floor. This is what woke me up. I came out to see what happened, and it was then that he admitted that he was smoking meth. He had quit cold turkey, and the "friends" that were enabling him we're immediately cut off. Except, one of them was his brother, and he was still going strong with the habit. But on my end, my husband had cleaned up, and I hoped it was for good. For 6 years after this event, my son and I had to work to survive his ever growing drinking addiction. And it just seemed like nothing was ever going to go right. But I honestly felt like I had nowhere to go. So leaving him just felt so unobtainable. So I pushed him harder to build his credit and become more financially stable. We had saved a lot of money, and his credit was perfect. This was when we decided to buy a house. I stupidly thought that him owning a home would give him enough to focused on, and he wouldn't be so reliant on his addiction. Again. I'm a dumb ass. He never wanted to help be to repairs on the house, and every time I'd ask him for help with something, it turned into a fight, which resulted in him hopping in his car and leaving to drink. I just learned to never ask him for help, and just did all the work myself.
We've been in the house for going into three years, now. My son, who is now 13 has lost all respect for his father, and has started lashing out at him. My husband claimed that I was turning our son against him, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. He's now old enough to see what's happening, and he understands. He doesn't like how his father treats his mother. I can't tell my son what to think.
Durring the summer of 2020, one of my husband's friends resurfaced. He had been in jail for a while, and he immediately called on my husband when he got out. It was around this time that things shifted for the worst.
My husband got into a car accident, and from what he told me, it was a wake up call. He quit drinking cold turkey. For almost three months, he didn't drink at all, and our relationship started getting back on track. I started seeing him as my husband again, and he became willing to help me with projects around the house. He even told me that it was fun working side by side with me. And I felt the same way. I was actually starting to feel happy for the first time in years.
And then the blow up. It was the night before my brother's wedding. At around 3am, I was sleeping away, and I was woken to a sound. My husband was sitting on the floor on my side of the bed. He had my phone in his hand. I asked him what he was doing, and he claimed that his phone had been hacked. I felt concerned, I asked him what was happening. But he wouldn't let me see his phone, he only wanted mine. He then started claiming that I knew exactly what was going on with his phone, because I was the one doing it. I was like, "hacking your phone in my sleep? That's ridiculous." He started claiming that I wasn't asleep, and he wanted to see my laptop immediately. I gave him the laptop, and he started doing crazy things on it. Accepting permissions that I never allowed, going through folders and system settings. Everything he found, images that were backed up to the computer from his old phone back in 2014 was proof I have been spying on him. Photoshop and media converters were spying software. Programs running I'm my background were only active because they were spying on him at this very moment. He wouldn't listen to me, and kept telling me to admit to all this crap I wasn't doing. Weeks and weeks of this. Every weekend it was more of the same, during the week, he would leave the house fine, sometimes come home fine, but he would go into the bedroom and come back out going into a rage about his phone being hacked, and that he knows the hacker has been in our home, or is on our property. Then one day he found a rout map on his phone that showed a rout that went to from some location and then to our house and back again. He showed me google images of our house, saying that this was proof that his hacker was now stoking him.
Shortly after, our bedroom started to develope this nasty funk. I can only describe as the stench of death. Not dirty socks, not BO, it was the smell of death. So I moved out of the room and started sleeping in the guest room. At this point, I would be going to sleep at night, and I could hear him in the closet listening to my room through the wall. He would bardge into my room regularly, as if he was trying to catch me in the act of something, when I would be just sitting there watching YouTube, or working on a crafting project. He started going through my things when I would leave the room, and even went through my car. This he claimed was a break in, but he locked the doors back up when he was done, and hadn't realized it. But he'd left my car a complete mess.
Last weekend was the breaking point. He'd come home from work, and went straight to his room after dinner. When he emerged, his eyes were all scary. He looked like a man who had completely lost his mind. And he was holding that damn phone. That night, he started tearing things apart in his room. Claiming that every usb device, or every hole in his phone, the dvd player, VCR, flash drive. Everything was a spying device, and they were planted in the room by this "hacker". I called his sister, and asked her to come help me. They came all the way from the other side of the mountain to stop my husband. He seemed to have calmed down after they had left, but I knew it was going to be short lived. when we had "all" gone to bed, he kept coming into my room, banging on my closet door. He wouldn't allow me even 10 minutes of sleep it was all night long. The next morning, my oldest son called me, and I told him about what was going on, and he wanted to come get his little brother and take him out of the environment. He wanted me to go too, but I didn't feel like I could, because of the accusations my husband was making. That move would make him think his suspicious were correct all along. Of course, my husband was angry, but there wasn't much he could do, seeing as how he couldn't deny the environment was toxic.
That night, his rage continued, all the way up to the point he told me to call the police, because he claimed that he couldn't do so from his phone. So I was glad to do it. Because his car alarm was going off in the driveway, and he refused to turn it off, and he was threatening to go and bust our the windows of a car that was parked at our neighbors house. Once the dispatcher came on she started asking me for my information, and she could hear my husband in the background, yelling that I didn't call the real cops, that's a fake a** cop! And then he asked to talk to her. I handed home the phone, and he began talking s**t to her, calling her out on not being a real cop, and saying he knows that she's one of his wife's hacker friends. She asked him to give the phone back to me, where in which she started asking me if he was on drugs, asking if we had weapons in the home.... At this point my husband went to leave the house, she told me not to let him leave, but I couldn't stop him. She had me describe his vehicle to her. At this point he decided not to drive, but walked off instead. She told me the police were in rout. And soon after he left, a swarm of police pulled up, they asked me where he went, I pointed in his direction and they persuade him with their hands on they guns and flashlights out. I started to break down. My calm completely desolved at this point.
So much more happened, but longer story cut shorter, I stupidly didn't let the police take him to jail. He did leave. And I went to bed.
I was woken in the middle of the night, because he came back. I locked myself in my room and waited until morning.
The next morning, he spread the stench from his room so much it just funked up the whole house. The whole house smelled like death. He started in on saying that he knows that I had another man in my bed last night, and that I'm hiding him in my room. When he went to my room and found no one, he said I was hiding them in our attic (which is so shallow you can only crawl in there, btw) and he's spying on my husband as we speak. I immediately called my husband's dad, and he came over as fast as he could. He told me that my husband was "clucked out of his mind, and you need to get away from him." He tried to get my husband to leave the house but he refused. Saying he won't leave until I do. So I asked his dad to stay while I packed my things and my son's things.
I have been away from the house for two days now, and he has texted me and tried calling me, but I have ignored them. I'm currently staying with my husbans sister, and I'm scared. I don't know what to do. I don't know what he'll do next. But I know for certain that this is the end of our marriage. I know I don't want any more of this for my son and I.
I'm just struggling mentally. Disbelief, uncertainty, the feeling of being a burden on my in-laws, no money, and everything I possess is still in that house. I don't know how I'm going to get through this. I'm so scared.
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2020.11.24 17:15 Snoo-55749 Wife caught cheating on spycam

I'm a father to 2 sons ages 14 and 16.
14 yr old is innocent, sweet as pie, compliant, obedient honest, and stays within boundaries, etc.
16 yr old is more defiant. Generally good-natured but frequently questioning boundaries. Disobeying rules. Will try to cover his tracks and not admit anything unless caught in the act. Deception and denial are common. Don't volunteer anything, don't admit when confronted until confronted with proof. Seems like he disappeared into his room one day and after consuming Breaking Bad and Walking Dead, Grand Theft Auto - he emerged as a cool, wise to the world guy who's seen it all and knows it all. The sweet innocent boy is gone.
When I was a teen I felt oppressed by an overly strict rigid mother with too many limits and rules to the point I couldn't wait to leave. But I fear I'm becoming that.
The older son is good friends with two kids from 1st grade. One of them has smoked weed in the school bathroom during school and done some other shady stuff. The other is smart but also into weed and vapes and introduced my son to these things at 11 or 12. We have explained this is unacceptable and not ok. Every time they get together it seems they get into weed. I've started administering urine tests. He's failed a couple of times and last time tried to cheat his way out of it by providing a cold sample of colored water or whatever. He's a "cool" kid - always with a knowing smirk.
Because of covid - all school is at home. And we restrict older son's social activities as well because of Covid. This is tough. I feel like he is getting robbed because of the pandemic. So much of HS is meeting new friends discovering the opposite sex being social going to parties. He's a popular kid and quite gregarious and extroverted. His only activities are limited to music creation which he is talented and seems serious about. Last Friday he asked to go to another friend's house to collaborate - left at 3. Didn't get there until 7. we later learned that he turned off his phone and instead met up with the first two. My wife identified him up and smelled weed. He denied everything and after much pressing, we got a partial reveal. No admission to weed but he attempted to cheat his way out the urine test with room temperature whatever liquid. This is probably the 4th or 5th time this has happened over the last couple of years.
Punishment has been no phone no Apple Music no internet no Xbox no Netflix Hulu etc. he is basically under covid house arrest with no link to the outside world. And no music activities because of the lie and coverup. That was the one exception we allowed during COVID -- but now that this happened - that will be gone too. From my view that is the price will need to be paid... not sure for how long.
Fun fact -- the same threesome took it upon themselves to trespass into a private university aquatic center when it was closed and got into the pool area and went off the 3-meter boards and rummaged through staff offices with no staff or employees present -- turned the lights on and everything. I was told by security if they were over 18 they could have been charged with felonies. Punishment for that was no contact for a month... Perhaps just adolescent mischievous shenanigans? I was angered by this - the other parents did not seem as bothered.
He's never been suspended or expelled and his grades are not perfect but decent.
I'm inclined to ban him from associating with his friends from first-grade but that will probably just increase his desire to Romeo and Juliet levels and encourage him to try to circumvent the rules and then lie and coverup.
Not sure if I'm overreacting or the restrictions are too severe with holiday break and all.
I don't want him to resent me for being too authoritarian - I hope we can have a happy relationship when we are older but I'm not OK with the behavior and choices I've been seeing.
Sorry if this is too rambling and unfocused - but I'm not sure if I'm handling it right. Thanks for any feedback or suggestions.
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2020.11.24 00:41 ArchivistOnMountain Wife caught cheating on spycam

First: What Counts | Second: Who Counts
I was organizing my data files, mostly sorting the enormous trove of books that my human mentor had given me, and I found a small file at the end. It was a very small file, and the timestamp showed that it was added at the end of my trading trip – three days before we ended the Run, to be exact.
What could Jack have wanted to say? He had plenty of opportunity at the end of the Run when we were making preparations to depart.
Wondering would give me no answers; the file was right there, so I opened it.
Shonarth,
I had a few things that I wanted to teach you, but you aren’t ready for right at the moment, so I’m placing this in the archive for you to find. I suspect that it will be a few years before you get through everything, so that will give you plenty of time to incorporate the business methods and behavior that you wanted to learn. Now comes the hardest lesson: when not to use your new knowledge.
A business runs on two things: resources, and people. The resources are the part that most space-faring civilizations have lost sight of. Accurate tracking and allocation will mean that your resources last longer and are leveraged better than any of your competitors. That will give you an edge, and is the focus of what I’ve been teaching you.
The people that make a business run cannot be managed and quantified the same way. Business relationships have always been an object of study for every civilization, and are the part that isn’t amenable for putting in a spreadsheet. But, as I have tried to teach you, those relationships have strict boundaries, for both sides, and there are extremely good reasons for being willing to cut off a relationship at any time. You have to protect your business and yourself; business relationships are easily twisted into unhealthy and exploitive transactions, and you must guard against that.
But in your private life, you must never treat your relationships as business transactions. The ones that you relax with, the people that you trust – if you do not trust unreservedly, you will cheat yourself out of the security and happiness that you are trying to build.
A business, after all, is a means to an end. You want security and you want to accomplish things – and business can be your means to achieve both. But if your private life is nothing but relationships where you count the cost, where you are willing to end it all over one false move, you can never have the happiness that you are working so hard to build in other areas of your life.
I’ve gotten the sense that your people are a great deal like mine – aside from being ginormous and having two extra arms, of course. In human society, a worthwhile marriage is one where both partners give everything. There is no “counting” the favors, the forgiveness, the compliments, or the offenses that the other partner gives; only giving of oneself unreservedly, always remembering that your partner is giving the best they have, just as you are.
I, myself, have failed at this. Recall what my line was on that Tour we took: information. A product that could easily have been sold through message-drops, regardless of the time delay. The true reason I was out there is that I had my marriage fail, and I was running away for a time, seeking a way to heal my emotional scars after I had been betrayed; partially by my partner, but also by my refusal to trust as much as she deserved and as much as I had promised.
Don’t make the same mistake, Shonarth. When you leave your business office, do not be a business man. A human aphorism that you won’t find anywhere in this archive is bluntly clear:
No other success can compensate for failure in the home.
Don’t chase the money – chase success. I forgot the difference between the two for a time, and being your mentor has helped me heal and ground my vision in a way that nothing else could have, and for that, you have my thanks.
Jack Morgan Jack-Of-All-Trades
P.S. That doesn’t mean that I’m going to return the money.
I laughed. And then I frowned. Re-reading the letter, I grabbed a notepad; this will take a great deal of humility to fix.
Step one: understand everything that I had broken.
--
Fortunately, I was up against … an opponent, not an enemy. And Zia was not likely to take violent revenge, fortunately. But the emotional intimacy this would require could hurt me just as bad. I needed to remember that I chose her as my wife specifically because she in no way reminded me of my father.
I had been busy laying the groundwork and preparations during the last two days; I had no more ability to delay. I walked over to the Mamas area of our apartment. Her door was completely closed. I hope there’s no meaning behind that.
Knock.
She opened the door – I suppose that with just the two of us in the apartment, asking who was at her door was silly. I could have used the few seconds to gather my thoughts. “Yes?” she asked.
“I have a great deal to apologize for, and I am hoping that you are willing to listen to me.”
Her searching examination could have reported the dental work that I had gone through when I was five, but she let me in anyway. Zia led me into her personal sitting room, and sat in the luxurious armchair. That left me to sit on a couch on the other side of the room.
Time to play a different game. Instead, I stopped in front of her seat and knelt. “We have been married for six days, and you have not felt that we needed to speak beyond routine pleasantries. I started searching my mind for what I might have done to offend you, and …”
I had no idea that sardonic was a kind of look.
“… I believe that my offenses started with our first meeting.”
Now Zia showed a bit of shock. Well, the cynical and mocking expression was gone, at least.
“First, you need to know how I found you.”
She interrupted, “You were looking for a woman that could help you with your business efforts, and had just gone through emotional turmoil so she would be desperate enough to get married without knowing you.”
“Uh, that is actually pretty far from the truth.” I paused to think it over a bit. “And I’m sorry that you had a bad experience. I have no idea who or what made you think that you should be desperate to get married, but my approach was completely separate from that.”
“Oh, really?” She was mild and gentle, but her sarcasm was still evident, and could really hurt if I ever opened up to her. The only way out is through. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. No pain, no gain.
“Yes, really. I first queried the planetary registry, looking for a female skilled in their educational specialty that was unmarried. The list was too long to be manageable. I tried again, the second time searching for a female, unwed, specializing in taxonomy, cladistics, classification, categorization, folksonomy, or ontology.”
“That list would have had 80% of the world’s librarians on it. Why did you not end up with one of them?”
“Because your name was on it.”
That skeptical look again.
“Really! I gave your name – and your name only – to a private detective and information broker. I paid triple for a fast answer, and I asked for a personal profile and a list of possible locations where I could engineer a meeting with you.”
Zia looked a bit skeptical; I kept talking. “I knew who I was meeting, and I knew that you could help me with my ambitions. I had planned on a relationship that was a bit more gradual, but you may have noticed that when you said we should get married last weekend, the only objection I had was that it was too fast for me to provide housing – I didn’t object to anything else in the plan. Why?”
“Because you wanted to get me married to you before I could recover enough to think straight.”
“Exactly!” Zia seemed affronted that her gloomily cynical answer was correct.
“And what would make me want to marry you before you could reject me?”
“You are aware of how much of an ass you are?”
I chuckled. “Well, yes, but that’s not it. I realized that marrying you, in any sane observer’s opinion, would be quite a ways out of my reach.” I took a breath to center myself and gather my courage. Here was where I needed to be most honest – and appear to be that honest, too.
“I asked for a personality profile, remember? I didn’t ask for a picture. I was looking for a Mama that would be a joy to be around. I wasn’t looking for a pretty one – why?”
“Because you are blind?” The sarcasm was increasing, so somewhere, I had failed to gain her trust. Maybe I could earn that next.
“Because I already found one!” I didn’t shout, but my voice was definitely much louder than normal – or was polite. It shook her.
“Who?”
In a softer than normal tone, I said, “You, of course.”
Yes, sardonic was definitely a kind of look. Zia must have practiced a great deal to get it down this well.
I was looking up at her, and settled back as far as my posture would let me. “Let us try from another angle. Are there different kinds of beauty?”
“I suppose,” she grudgingly admitted.
I needed a different tack on this approach. “What style of flyer to you like? Of all the models that have ever been, which would you prefer to have?”
She was dubious that I was making sense, but answered immediately, “A Skitter XVII.”
My smile was involuntary. “I had one of those, once. What did you like about it?”
She was almost enthusiastic. “Is the handling really as good as the reviews said? I think that it was the most beautiful flyer ever made…”
“It was good – almost good enough. But you know that there are others that prefer the styling of the Onyx series, and the sales of the Sightseer are a good indication that there are fans there, too. Why do people prefer different flyers?”
She indicated bemusement. (A human-style shrug is one of those things that we just don’t do. But if she could, it would have happened here.) “I have no idea.”
“Of all the chains in this argument, this is the one you have problems with? This is where your understanding breaks down?” My amusement was not appropriate, but I couldn’t help it.
“What do you mean?”
“Zia, you are an ontologist, and your professional activities involve deconstructing the values hierarchy of individuals that have long since passed away. Tell me, as a professional, why do people prefer different flyers?”
The tilt of her head indicated that I might have been a little rude, but that she was willing to let it pass for the moment. “Because they have different priorities for their values. With luxury as a higher value, they would prefer the Onyx. If they need to move larger groups regularly, the Sightseer would be what they prefer. Performance and styling lead one to the Skitter series.”
“One kind of styling,” I corrected, “leads to the Skitter series. There is a significant group of people that prefer the angular Lembo types.”
We shared a moment of solidarity when we both frowned a bit. They looked like straight slabs of composite had been just slapped together to cover the frame and mechanicals, with no vision or artistry involved.
“In any case, is it hard to extend that understanding to cover the beauty of women? Different types of beauty deriving from different priorities of values.”
“So?”
I was getting exasperated at her inability to make the connection. “So – I find you very attractive. I did a very poor job at letting you know that when we met, and I am becoming astounded at how you refuse to believe me now.” I recalled a minor comment of hers. “Is that part of how you came to be …” this required delicacy, “… emotionally vulnerable just before we met? A man lied to you about how he felt about you?”
Zia regarded me quietly for a long moment. Then she said, “Yes. He thought me to be an easy mark and that I would help him become the new heir for the Cloovatni clan. Our original date to be wed was the week before our own.”
I let out a sigh. “And you caught the truth before you took any irrevocable steps. Good.” I brightened. “But we can do something about your odd…” I waved both top hands in dismissal, “… self-delusions. Can you be absent from work for a day?”
“What do you have in mind?”
I quirked my lower arms to show amusement. “I promise, you will find it worthwhile. Eventually.”
Zia wasn’t going to follow me just on my word. “Shonarth.”
I realized that my best course would be to give up. I was going to lose anyway. “Fine. There is a specialty school for those that seek to learn clothing design. I have arranged for a few of their more promising students to design and create a wardrobe for you. Let them interview you, choose from among their designs. While the clothing you have selected is being created, you will be meeting with some specialists who will show you how to use commercial cosmetics to showcase your beauty.”
Zia regarded me with another stare that seemed to catalog my past. “Why?”
“Because the one person that most needs to know that you are beautiful is the one person the most refuses to accept it!” I cried. I used a four-hand punch against the floor to swing my legs beneath me again, and stood to my full height.
“I have completed the assignment that your Father gave me when we spoke before our wedding. The completion came with a nice bonus, and I’m using it to try and crack open this shell of self-doubt you have, so that even if you never accept me as anything more than your husband, you will at least accept yourself for all that you are.”
Zia was standing, too, but looked as if she wanted to back up a bit, to put space between herself and the words that came out of my mouth. Yeah, I know that feeling. I was a bit too honest, there.
“You want to be more than my husband?” She couldn’t believe it, judging by her volume and tone.
“Well, in my perfect world? Um… yes?”
She was quite dazed. In time, she quietly said, “But we haven’t known each other for nearly a year…”
I smirked. “I’m smart enough to see when a fantastic woman …” I trailed off. What has to happen to me in order for me to recognize an obvious fact? “You – you’re … smart.” I was almost dazed by the realization – and its implications.
Zia seemed to be thrown off by my abrupt shift. “… Maybe?” she ventured.
“No, I mean, you’re really smart. You specialize in reconstructing the thought and value patterns from the behavior of people that are long dead, and you’ve refined their classification system in at least one area simply because you could. You’ve been at this abstruse cerebral specialty for about ten years. You know what you are doing.”
I waited. Eventually Zia said, “And?”
“And you know that the standards of beauty in a culture swing around in different times to different types. You know that you are pretty.”
She turned to the wall so that she would not have to meet my eyes.
“So this whole presentation,” I waved my hands to encompass all of her, “is a sham. Why?”
Zia fidgeted for a moment before she abruptly sat. “It started when I began my specialty schooling. Too many looking for the money that comes with a Cloovatni girl, none looking for me, instead. You know that my family owns the Tricksy Canine entertainment studios?”
“I do now,” I said wryly.
“Oh, that’s right. What did Father assign you?”
I allowed the diversion; the calmer she got, the more honesty I’d get. “The distribution of physical media is a real money sink, the studios are getting hammered every time there’s a new release. I think that he wanted me to negotiate a better contract with the transportation firms. Instead, I shifted the production of the physical media from here to about 25 smaller factories around the world. From there, shipping is almost free, and our costs for manufacturing are only up a little. Overall, we’re looking at a 16% profit increase.”
She had the wit to act impressed, whether she was or not. In the overall business, it wasn’t going to have that great an impact, but I did manage to turnaround that assignment in less than three days, and I did get a bonus. Back to the Mystery of Zia.
“In any case, why did you choose to hide yourself?”
“It discouraged the fortune hunters and put me in a position to find a man that fit my requirements.” She sized Shonarth up. “And why did you select me? You said that mine was the only name you pursued. Why?”
I settled back on my seat. “When you were, let’s see ... about 23, you accompanied your Father to a contract signing. The other party was a badly behaved provincial farmer that was contracting to store agricultural products in your warehouses. He treated your Father – and you – quite badly. Do you remember?”
“Not well,” admitted Zia, thinking hard. “It was just before I attended my specialists education and … you were there!” she said pointing at him. “The small boy that was forever running in to the meeting room! That stupid farmer’s heir!”
“Exactly,” I admitted. “And do you know why I was doing my best to be in that room?”
Zia cocked her head to the side to convey, Of course not, you idiot.
“Because I found that man’s daughter extremely fascinating. And now, all these years, later, I found her name on a list. I thought that finding a woman like her is just ridiculous, when I can possibly be accepted by that woman herself.”
“Really,” drawled Zia. “So, in the past two weeks, you have tracked down a clan princess in disguise, married her, been inducted as her Clan Heir, shown yourself as the business wizard that we needed to keep the clan afloat, discovered that your new wife is as pretty as you want her to be, and been accepted as her mate.”
Accepted! YES! She somehow shifted to radiate presence, like the candidates at the Fethruvath Walk, but without the freezing condescension.
“You told me that the human sayings were the impetus behind all your recent successes. What could they have possibly said to generate all this?”
“The humans have a number of sayings that would have just this effect,” I noted calmly. “My favorite currently is, ‘Life is hard; it’s harder if you’re stupid.’ But really, the one that keeps coming to mind is so prevalent, they don’t know who said it first.”
I smiled, and it wasn’t a kind thing. It was a sharp thing. “Go big or go home,” I recited.
I’m just getting started.
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2020.11.23 17:13 throwralookieoh Spycam wife caught on cheating

I’ve been married to my wife for 5 plus years now. We’ve had our ups and downs but it’s mostly been pretty good. This year has been an interesting one for us. With the pandemic we’ve been in our house a lot together like many other couples. This has affected our sex life a good bit. Neither one of us are wanting to do it much anymore. It’s sad but it is what it is. We’ve talked about starting to go to counseling together. I’ve been wanting to try that. So the other day I got off of work a good bit early. I still go in to the office while she is working from home. My wife was not expecting me so I was going to surprise her. When I walked in the house I didn’t see her at first. I called her name a few times. Still there was no response. Finally I heard her. It sounded like she was moaning. I honestly figured that she was just playing with herself or something like that. I noticed it was coming from our bedroom which was shut.
When I opened the door I was pretty shocked. She was on top of another guy. They were being loud so it seemed like it took at least 5 seconds or so before they noticed me. When they did they were shocked and panicked. My wife was telling me that it wasn’t what it look like. The guy was putting his clothes on. He just said sorry and walked out the door. My wife was tearing up. I still was silent and in shock. She asked me to say something. I just told her that I didn’t know what to say or how to feel. She tried to come close and hug me but I told her I needed space. I slept on the couch that night while she remained shut in our bedroom. I felt really weird throughout the night. I kept trying to feel mad at her like I knew that I should but I realized that actually deep down I somehow liked it. I’ve never had a cuckold fetish or anything like that so this was a surprise to me.
The next morning I told my wife I was ready to speak. She started by apologizing. She then asked me what I was thinking. I told her what I thought during the night. I admitted that I was somehow not mad. She looked shocked. I then embarrassingly admitted that I think I liked it. She was even more shocked. She didn’t really know what to say. All she could say was “what?” I told her that I just thought it was hot seeing her pleasing another guy. It turned me on because it made me feel like I was lucky to be with someone who can please other guys like that. She was still silent. I then asked her how the cheering started. She admitted that they have been meeting up for a few months. She said that this year has been hard on our sex love so she felt like she needed that. She promised it was only for the sex and that there was no emotional connection there. I told her that I forgave her but that I’d rather we her not lie to me and instead communicate.
We are currently trying to figure out what this means for the future of our relationship. We do not yet know if this means that we will open up our relationship or if she will continue to just sleep with that guy. I will say that ever since that happened that our sex life has been a ton better. Does anyone have advice on my situation? What should we do down the road? I’m still new to all of this so I don’t know how it all works. I just need advice on everything. I have so many conflicting emotions right now so I’m not sure what to do.
TL;DR- I caught my wife cheering but was turned on from it instead of angry.
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