During the kiss I wasn’t thinking just how bad it really was—I was way too swept up in all of it. He pushed me up against my kitchen counter, and I realized just how good of a body this guy had. Despite clearly wanting more, I pushed him away and told him to quit, that I needed to go meet my friends.
Although we parted ways for the night, I was walking on cloud 9… while at the same time feeling guilty as hell.
We didn’t see each other for the next few days, but we talked several times, and when we finally did see each other, we had sex.
Fucking amazing sex.
Because of course it was, right? That sweet apple in the garden thing…
When he left my apartment, I figured he would never talk to me again. He’d go home, realize the massive mistake he’d made, and that would be the end of that.
Mixed emotions were swirling around me. How could I fall for a guy that’s married? Once a cheater, always a cheater, right? But the kiss, and his body, and the SEX. God damn. Would it end with his wife beating my door down? Calling me and asking me 20 questions? A private detective?
I was wrong about him not talking to me—he certainly did, just an hour or so later. The talk about his wife was an open subject for us. The real focus, however, was his daughter. He didn’t want to get a divorce and have his 9-year-old daughter hate him. The thought of another man raising his daughter killed him.
The next day, I saw him at the gym and he pulled me aside.
DAVID: Hey listen to this… this morning me and my wife were getting ready to go to work and she tells me she had this dream that I cheated on her…that I was really nonchalant about it because she’s such a bitch…
ME: Holy shit…psychic!
We sort of chuckled it off, but my dream state began to crumble. What was I doing?
The questions of him leaving his family were never questions for me, because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I don’t know if that was reality talking, or just me building bricks of mud around myself. I suppose that was the one thing that kept me from falling completely.
But I can’t say I didn’t have fantasies of us being together, for real, without the secrets.
The following night, we ate dinner together, watched TV, and had another round of amazing sex after he carried me into my bedroom. When he went home, he told me his wife was doing her usual—sitting on the back porch drinking with her friends.
WIFE & CO: What are you doing here? Thought you were with your friends?
DAVID: I was, but you guys made it sound like I needed to be here.
WIFE & CO: Nope. You should’ve stayed.
DAVID: I guess I should’ve.
WIFE: Hey Tina, how often do you guys have sex? David always complains it’s not enough.
TINA: Well, how often is it?
DAVID: Every 8 weeks.
WIFE: No! It’s more than that!
DAVID: Really? Pull it up on your Period Tracker and tell me when the last time was.
WIFE: Oh… um, 6 weeks ago.
DAVID: Yea, you know what? I don’t even want to have sex with you anymore. I don’t need it.
WIFE: Oh yea? We’ll see about that.
**(To Be Continued…)**