My Wife's Cheating on Me... With Me

Brazzers

Bill Bailey, Cherie Deville, Breanna Sparks Pic(s)

The revelation struck me with a bizarre and profound sense of irony, for my wife’s infidelity was a ghost haunting our own home, her secret lover a distorted echo of myself. It began with subtle shifts in her demeanor, a new, unfamiliar perfume clinging to her skin that was not one of my gifts. I watched, bewildered, as she would disappear into her study for hours, her laughter a private melody through the door. My investigation, fueled by a husband’s dread, led me not to a name but to a screen, where I found the digital phantom she adored. There, in the glow of her laptop, was the man she truly desired: a suave, confident version of me, impeccably portrayed by the charismatic Bill Bailey. He was everything I felt I wasn’t—assured, dominant, and endlessly captivating to her. In his films, like the one with the fiery Breanna Sparks, he was a conqueror, a figure of pure, untamed fantasy. And in the more intimate scenes, such as those with the experienced Cherie Deville, he displayed a tenderness I feared I had forgotten how to show. She wasn’t seeking a stranger; she was yearning for an idealized reflection, a man who wore my face but possessed a soul I had let atrophy. The cruelest cut was that her betrayal felt like a judgment on the man I had become, and her lover was a constant, painful reminder of the husband I had failed to be.