A few years back I was in a long-term relationship with my third girlfriend, Stacey. We were both in full-time jobs and had enough money to be able to live a good life and also afford to start making future plans. We were both in our late twenties when we split up for good after six years being together...
We had a house in the suburbs but no children; it was just the two of us and an ordinary happy life.
I also had a workmate who'd been my closest friend for years inside and outside of where I worked and him and his girlfriend often got together with me and Stacey for nights out and nights in.
Typically, we'd joke around flirting and making out like we were going to wife-swap or gender swap but our personal lives often stayed personal, at least when both couples were in the same room. They didn't like to talk about problems.
Alan and Denise had a daughter, which was why they stuck together but you could sometimes tell their hearts weren't completely in it. They were living a stereotypically mundane family life. The type only old people live; only he was mid-twenties and she was nineteen!
I had no idea Alan was cheating on Denise although I knew he used to be the type to want to. He told so many stories of when he used to two or even three-time his women.
So imagine my shock when Stacey told me during a row that she was fucking Alan every time I was doing overtime and he wasn't. I slapped the bitch in the face and hated myself for it. She was perfect for me, I did everything to ensure her heart's content and she cheats on me with my own friend...
I wondered if Denise knew about it, since Stacey found it so easy to shout out; she'd done it just to spite me. For fuck's sake, our argument started out over the water bill and probably because she was washing the bed sheets so often and washing Alan's smell off her in the shower every Saturday afternoon.
Denise herself was a catch that Alan was stupid to take for granted. She'd put a little weight on after the baby, which only meant she was thin rather than skinny but busty rather than comparatively flat-chested as before.
She was a brunette and a very pretty one, she was allegedly very athletic in the bedroom and I always enjoyed her company. There was nothing you could fault the girl with other than her bloody awful cooking.
That night Stacey told all, I kicked her out the house and told her to come back for her things another day. I sent her home to her mum and thought nothing of it and quite frankly neither did she!
The first thing I did when I composed myself was get in the car and drive around to Alan and Denise's and walk right through the front door and into the living room. Living in the suburbs, they never locked their doors when either one was at home. I walked in to see Denise curled up on the couch.
She was half asleep from what I could see but she woke up enough to ask me what I was doing there. I asked where Alan was and she told me he'd just gone to the pub to watch a football match.
I walked over to the couch where she was balled up and sidled up behind her, spooning her and putting my free arm around her. She took my arm and held it in both of hers, drawing it down to her stomach.
'Are you okay?' she asked.
'I am now, are you?' I asked back. There was a silence for a moment and that moment lasted too long...
'I don't want to stay with Alan, he's been cheating on me, I'm sure of it,' she explained sleepily, 'I knew he always would but I got the baby to worry about...'
'It was Stacey, I just kicked her out,' I said and my voice sounded so hollow and meaningless in the quiet of the room when I said it.
At that moment, Denise craned her neck to look at me and the look on her face was neither shock nor upset. She just looked at me like she didn't know how to feel and I realised I was getting hard and that my erection was pointing directly into her behind.
