I had an imaginary friend once. He was pretty cool. We’d hang out together, just kicking it or whatever, bulls**tting and drinking and smoking weed. He was into whatever I was into and we had some great times together.

But that’s all over now.

Last night I came home early from work to find him in bed with my wife.

I should have beat his ass, I know. But I was so shocked and heartbroken that I just sort of stood there with my mouth hanging open while they finished the job, completely unaware of my presence.

He came all over her face, in a way that she would never let me do. It wasn’t until he rolled off of her, still moaning in ecstasy, that they spotted me.

My wife came to tears immediately, her eyes wide with fear, his imaginary cum dripping from her chin. He began stammering, saying “it’s not what it looks like,” like his imaginary d**k just accidentaly slipped into my wife. I wasn’t buying it. I saw the whole thing. I told him to get the f**k out of my house and sent the wife packing with him.

Son of a b***h.

Goes to show you, you can’t trust anyone.

I sometimes lye awake at night wishing I had kicked his imaginary ass, but I’m sort of glad that I didn’t resort to violence. I don’t know, it’s all so confusing; just a turmoil of conflicting emotions churning inside of me.

Do you think I handled this right? Should I have handled this differently? How so?

Any dramatic experiences with your imaginary friends, or am I the only one with these problems?

My imaginary friend is my worst enemy and the embodiment of all things evil within me. We get along sometimes, but I mostly hate him.

I downvoted you for language, but my imaginary buddy (we share one account) turned it into an upvote. I didn't have the balls to object, since he's stronger than me.

my imginary friend rejected me then he stabed me in the back by telling the police i was the serial killer they wouldent belive he did it IM INOCENT i tell you........(vote up to set me free)

I thought you handled this well. I'm reminded of this line from one of my favorite movies:

"WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE!"

See it could be a LOT worse.

Dude, I thought you knew. My imaginary friend has been sleeping with your wife for months!

In fact, that time you were sleeping with all of our mothers, all of our imaginary friends were gangbanging your wife. You didn't notice the imaginary mess they left when they trashed your place???

I believe it all started when somebody posted her contact information on imaginaryhookup.com. Now I'm guessing it was your imaginary friend. Sorry dude. I'd kick his *ss, if I was you.

Oh, and umm, you might not want to go by the house for the next, oh, hour or so.

I recently discovered that my real friend was sleeping with my imaginary wife...

I really think you need to watch this short film so you have an idea of what you can do with your next imaginary friend.

This is Ogri's imaginary friend and I'm sleeping with his wife. I'm a woman.

Do you have any photos? Or do we have to imagine them?

No, I don't mind sharing. It should teach them both a lesson. Here's a pic I took yesterday... my wife got up for a minute and I was able to sneak in and take one of her imaginary friend spread out naked on the bed. I hate her!! Just look at that self-satisfied look on her face!

Who made the stain?

I guess with real people having color our comes out white.
If you're invisible, it comes out the opposite 0_0

All your friends are imaginary. Sorry I had to be the one to tell you, my friend.

You need to ask? You did see that look on her face didn't you?