EROTICA | CHEATING
When I Cheated While You Slept
They say never go to sleep on an argument. This is what happened when you did.
They say never to go to sleep on an argument.
But you did.
You left me to sweep up the broken plates and glasses. You left me to cry over an argument that started because I’d forgotten to post a birthday parcel for your mother. It escalated, as it always did. Only, there was no making up, or make up sex.
We’d fought and you’d gone to bed to get a good night’s sleep. You had work the next day. So did I, but that’s beside the point. You needed your sleep, so you did.
I couldn’t sleep. I showered and got changed into my tightest jeans and sluttiest top — the one which is little more than leather straps wrapped around my boobs. You know, the one you insist I wear to music festivals so other men can wonder what a woman like me ever saw in a man like you.
I headed out of town, to that little dive you joke about. You know, where the only thing cheaper than the beer are the women.
The beer was cheap and cold, but the men were hotter than Hades. And when I walked in, it was as if they smelled my need for validation.
You made me feel like a bad wife.
They made me feel like a naughty girl.
I flirted with every man who looked in my direction, narrowing down my choice each time the song changed.
It came down to one of the drinkers, or the barman.
Hank was every bit as rough and rugged as his clientele. His eyes had fucked me twice over before we’d exchanged words, and his body. OMG, his body. I’m wet now just remembering. Ink over ink over muscles over ink. Do I need to draw you a picture?
Hank was everything you will never be.
So, while you slept in your bed, Hank took me upstairs to one of the rooms usually rented out to his customers who don’t want to go home to their nagging missus. It seemed only fitting, that I chose his bed over yours.
He smashed me down onto a hard mattress and I didn’t miss my soft comforter or pillows. In that moment, I…
