Another Story of Being Caught
I have a slightly different story about being indirectly caught. Some years ago, my wife had gone back to school in the States while I was working in Europe. During one of my travels in east Europe, I had arranged a 3some with some WGs advertised on a website in a city I was visiting. The session, which wasn’t spectacular in hindsight, was still very novel as it was my first 3some. We had gotten a little drunk in the process and after the girls left, I continued to drink some more. In my inebriated state, I felt I just had to share the experience with someone since I was feeling excited about it and it was just a weird night (probably the alcohol contributed to this). So, I called one of my “best” friends back in the States that night. This guy was actually the best man in my wedding so I trusted him like no other. I managed to get him on the line and told him of the experience. I didn’t say they were WGs, however. I just said I met them in bar. He promised not to say anything and seemed genuinely happy that I had that experience (He is very liberally minded. We had actually picked up some WG’s together in Mexico a couple years before).
Fast forward a few months. . . . . I’m in the States with my wife. She gets a phone call and I’m standing right next to her, not knowing what is being told to her on the other end. After she hangs up, she looks at me with tears in her eyes and asked if I had sex with another woman while I was in Europe. I was floored and wasn’t expecting that all. I couldn’t lie, so I admitted the tryst to an extent. . . Anyway, I came to find out that my friend had told another friend of ours of my phone call while they were smoking weed together. I guess in his intoxicated state of mind, he lost control of his ability to hold something secret in the same way I lost control while I was drunk in deciding to call and tell him of my experience. I guess he assumed this mutual friend, in his altered state of mine, would laugh about and not say anything. The zinger here, however, was that the mutual friend he told was the flatmate of my wife’s brother. So, feeling an ethical responsibility of having this knowledge, he gave his third party understanding of the story to my wife’s brother. The brother in turn called his mom who in turn called her daughter- my wife. That was the phone call I mentioned above. . . . I have never blamed the mutual friend for telling my wife’s brother. In his situation, I think he did the right thing. I rarely communicate with the friend I told now, however. I was never really super angry with him, though.
I was lucky in that my wife was willing to forgive me and wanted to amend and revive the relationship. It worked for a little bit, but we still remained physically apart, however, due to her still finishing school in the States and my job moving to another overseas location. From there, due to a variety of reasons (mostly me), the relationship disintegrated and we ended up divorcing, but with no messiness (no kids, no major shared assets, etc.). Part of it was I knew I couldn’t stop mongering and I was starting to feel attracted to other non-WG women due to our 1 year+ physical separation. I didn’t want to hurt her any more, so that contributed to end, as well.
Anyway, the moral of this story, is be careful to whom you share your mongering stories! And the secondary moral of the story, intoxication on the part of anyone in the know, including yourself, doesn’t help keep the secret!
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