It was not the first time I have cheated, not even close, but it was the first time I got caught.

It was late and Joe’s party had been going on for hours.
There was just a few men left, all the girls including my friend Stacy, had gone home already.
Kris and all the other guys decided to go down the street to get some more alcohol.
I didn’t want to go, I wanted to head home, which is next door.
Kris told me they were coming right back and convinced me to wait with Joe. I was afraid to stay there with Joe, not because of what he might do, but because of what I might let him do.
But Kris assured me that he wouldn’t be long.

There had been tension between Joe and I for a while now, which should have been obvious to Kris by the way we flirted.
Admittedly, I fueled that fire for months leading up to this.

Our bedroom window faces Joe’s bedroom window.
We have sheer curtains that are easy to see through, especially after dark, when the lights are on.
Joe thinks he is sneaky when he turns off his bedroom light and watches me.
My vanity and full length mirror are directly across the room from that window.
I guess Joe never wondered why I would frequently stand there half naked and do my hair or sit with nothing on and do my make up or just get ready for bed.
I could sometimes see the reflection of Joe’s silhouette watching me.
I always got really turned on watching him, watch me. Imagining what he was doing while he watched.

There Joe and I sat on the couch. Waiting.
It seemed like a really long time and we were running out things to talk about. I had already asked Joe several times to remind me to grab Kris’s keys off the table before we went home, both as a reminder that I am married to his neighbor and Kris would be coming back soon.
This didn’t deter Joe, he was finding any excuse to make small talk as we sat there, his arm around me.
Joe put his hand on my knee and began to slowly rub. I was afraid Kris was going to come back any minute.
I ignored his gesture and got up and walked over to the sink.
Let me help you do some of these dishes.

I began to wash dishes when Joe walked up behind me. He reached around me and turned the water off.
He put his hands on my pelvis and said I need to tell you something.
I turned to look at him over my shoulder and just like that we were kissing.
I pulled away and said, I should go home, but Joe grabbed my hand and tugged me toward his bedroom.
What are you doing? I have to go!
Joe pulled me in close and started kissing my neck and expertly undoing my bra with one hand.
I let him take off my shirt.
We have to hurry, I whispered as I let him finish undressing me and I undressed him.
I started to guide Joe to the bed and he pushed me down on to the mattress and climbed on me from behind.
I got butterflies in my stomach as I felt him thrust up inside of me.
I ended up on my side facing Joe, with my leg wrapped around him as we finished.

It was over quick and I jumped right out of bed and got dressed, afraid that Kris was going to walk in.
Joe just lay there in bed smoking a cigarette, in no hurry to get up or get dressed, so I walked out of the bedroom and shut the door behind me in case somebody did come in.

I decided to leave and went home. I came in through the door on our lanai.
Kris was laying on the couch watching TV.
What are you doing home?, I asked him, surprised to see him there.
He told me he had enough and decided to come home.
Did you forget that I was waiting for you, I asked Kris.
He looked me right in the eyes and said, No, I figured you guys were entertaining yourselves and you would be home when you were done.

I said I was going to take a shower and go to bed, I was more than a little shaken up by the way Kris looked at me and said that.

I went in to the bedroom and in the coin tray on the dresser, I noticed Kris’s keys, where he always left them.
My stomach dropped. I felt dumb.
How could I let this happen, how could I be so careless.

I finished undressing and then showered, fully expecting Kris to be in the bedroom when I got out.
He gets quite jealous and now he had good reason to.
I was surprised when he wasn’t there when I finished.
In fact he never came to bed that night at all.

The next day was Saturday, Kris was outside doing yard work when I got up.
I called Stacy and told her what happened the night before.
Stacy thought maybe I didn’t remember things correctly, maybe he had his keys already.
But I distinctly remember, I even picked them up and put them back on the table while I told Joe to ‘not let me forget these’.
Maybe he didn’t see you guys and just went home then.
I told Stacy, no way, the bedroom door wasn’t shut and we, mostly me, weren’t exactly being quiet.
I went home with my make up smeared and my hair a mess.
Besides the way Kris looked at me and what he said to me, he has to know.
Stacy said maybe he’s one of those guys that enjoys sharing his wife.
I said in fantasy only, I reminded Stacy how Kris used to get upset that I was dating other men during the year plus leading up to our engagement.
Stacy said well if things get bad and you need a place to stay for a night or two…

After getting dressed I went out on the back patio to drink my coffee and read the paper.
I could hear Kris talking, I knew exactly who he was talking to.
I got that sinking feeling all over again.
I was sure the shit would hit the fan now.
I crept close to the fence to listen.

Sorry I didn’t make it back to your place last night, I needed to go home and lay down, hopefully Andi didn’t talk your ear off, Kris said.
No, she was good company, she even helped clean up, Joe replied.
Yeah I bet she did. Well I’m glad you enjoyed my wife. Thanks again for having us over, Kris’s tone was slightly passive aggressive.
We’ll have to do it again, Joe said, either not catching on or trying to play it off. (Joe told me later that he did notice)
I’m sure Andi would love ‘to do it again’,Kris said maintaining the same tone.

I expected the questions or accusations or something to start later that day, but they never did.
In fact it would have felt better if they did, instead of waiting, anticipating.

Instead we went out to a romantic dinner that night and had our own fun afterwards.

It has been eight months or so, Kris and I have never discussed that night.
Kris and Joe are still friendly and we have even gotten together on more than one occasion for a few drinks.

I wonder if Kris suspects that Joe and I did, ‘do it again’.
Stacy is convinced Kris doesn’t ever think about it.
I don’t see how he couldn’t, I know this is awful and one-sided of me, but there is no way that I would ever let Kris have sex with other women.

 

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