I never considered myself to be a bad person. I would always rationalize my interactions with Kay as being justified because of the things she told me about her husband, Steve.
From what I knew, Steve was a fucking loser. All he ever did was play video games , go to work, then come home and sleep. He worked nights , which made my arrangement with Kay very easy, but he ignored his wife almost all the time. He would drink and play in his room , then take a nap, and then go to work still drunk.
Kay would go on and on about how he didn't appreciate her or anything she did for him and their family. The only reason Kay married him was because she got pregnant. Their child was now 12 years old and for the most part, took care of himself. This allowed Kay to go out at night and do as she pleased, and sometimes, that would be me.
I would be an idiot , though, to think I was the only guy on Kay's list. She had no shame in telling me about her other dates that she had lined up, which always made our time together more awkward than it already was. I think she did it to let me know that I was only one fish in the sea of adultery that she regularly swam through. Whatever the reason , I knew my self esteem was low enough that every time I saw her name pop up of my phone , I would answer it and set up another meeting without hesitation. I had been through a bad break up a year before and was still paranoid about actually dating anyone, so logically I felt that an arrangement that just involved sex was ok.
This routine had been going on for a few months , and nothing ever seemed too bad about the whole "naughty" situation. After all, it wasn't illegal , right? So technically I wasn't in any danger of going to jail or anything. Maybe an angry husband would kick my ass or possibly kill me, but on days when my loneliness and depression completely took control, I honestly just didn't give a shit.
But Everything changed the next day when I got home....
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Mistério / SuspenseNever sleep with a married woman. That's what Peter Stout is about to find out the hard way. But he has no idea about how deep the rabbit hole is going go.