The Story of Stephanie (Chapter 8)

She said. "I have something to confess. I'm sorry, but I'm married with 2 kids!" Holy shit! This wasn't good at all! I was actually gutted by this. I always said I'd never do something like this. I was having an affair with a married woman. I was the other man. I was the guy who just a couple of years previous had torn my own life apart. All I could think about was how I felt then when I found out about my ex fiancée having an affair. I was devastated. I didn't want to be the guy who made someone feel that way. She was crying, apologising like mad. I actually started to feel sorry for her. She was telling me how unhappy she was. How her husband was controlling and sometimes verbally abusive towards her. She didn't love him anymore. I told her though, that I wasn't comfortable with this. I mean, what if he found out and came looking for me. I'd be dead! I had to get my head around this. But she was amazing. The sex was unreal! I actually really liked her. And she really liked me too. She said she had to go. So I called her a taxi. She asked if she could see me again. I wasn't sure, but I told her to keep in touch. She had my number.

After she left I was exhausted. I had to sleep. But my mind was racing. Alicia was texting me from the taxi. Apologising and saying she'd understand if I didn't want to see her again. But I felt like I did. I felt like I needed to see her again. I told her to just go home and be with her kids. I needed sleep. I told her if she still felt the same after a few days, then we could talk about it. Later that day, after a few hours sleep, I woke up to find a text from Alicia. She felt guilty, but said last night was amazing. We'd both sobered up by now. She said she knew for sure that she wanted to see me again. I wanted to see her too. Despite being married and knowing it was wrong, I wanted to see her too. So I said ok. I agreed to see this married mother of 2 again. What the hell was I playing at? I knew it was wrong, but it excited the life out of me. I knew if I was to see her again, it would need to be when she was free. I knew it wouldn't be easy. She had to make excuses. But we arranged to meet at my flat on the Wednesday night. She told her husband she'd be at a friends house. I couldn't wait.