I never thought I’d be the type to cheat. But one night, when we were all drinking at his friend’s place, something shifted. I didn’t mean for it to happen. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was in the back room, moaning under a guy who wasn’t my boyfriend.
What made it even more exciting was knowing my boyfriend was just a few feet away. He knew what was happening. He watched me from the doorway, and that made me wet in a way I couldn’t explain. Watching me take another guy while he was powerless to stop it? It drove him crazy. He tried to act cool, but I could see it in his eyes.
The whole time, I felt like I was living out some dirty fantasy, like I was both the victim and the one in control. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I didn’t even care if I was breaking his trust—I needed it. I needed to feel wanted, to feel desired by someone else, and in that moment, I felt more alive than I ever have.
It didn’t stop there, either. The next time we were together, he couldn’t keep his hands off me, and honestly? I wasn’t sorry.
