Emily started making bigger plans. She came home from work one evening talking about starting a family, showing me baby names on her phone and suggesting a weekend getaway to “reconnect.” I nodded along, smiling like the good husband I was supposed to be, but my mind was somewhere else. Across the yard. In Samantha’s bed. Between her thick thighs.
Samantha and I both knew this couldn’t go on forever. The sneaking, the lies, the constant risk. But neither of us wanted to stop. The pull was too strong, the heat too addictive. Every time I told myself “this is the last time,” I’d get a text from her and my c**k would get hard before I even opened the message.
Friday night Emily went out with her friends for a girls’ night. She kissed me goodbye at the door, smelling like perfume and promisi
