Writer's note: These are all based on real people and real life events, but their names are changed. Everything part 5 and after is fictional, but since the real affair is over I wanted to continue their story as if it didn't. It doesn't end like the real couple did and that's definitely not a route they would have taken, but when I was writing it I just felt it naturally go there. I hope reading it gave you as much pleasure as I got in writing it. I started it as a letter to "William" so it always talks about him as "you". I never did have the courage to send him the stories, but he loved erotica as much as I did, so I hope one day he'll stumble upon them and recognize our story.
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Weekend one of Operation Wife Swap was a success as far as I was concerned. The soreness in my groin agreed. I stand on your porch waiting for Rick and Sarah to arrive for the swap back. You're behind me, arms wrapped around me, face in my neck. You plant little kisses down my shoulder. "Don't go." You whisper.
I laugh. "We've been given so much more than we deserve let's just appreciate that."
You slip something in my pocket. "Don't look at that until you're alone, and then burn it."
That's weird.
I hear the familiar roar of Rick's truck. It stops but they don't get out. I see Rick tenderly place his palm on Sarah's cheek. Their faces are close and they're speaking back and forth. This goes on for several minutes.
I feel you stiffen behind me. "What the fuck?" You storm past me and I struggle to keep up with you. You glare at them as you walk past the cab of the truck to grab her bag out of the back. I'm a little jealous that you're jealous. I pass Sarah as she gets out of the truck. She doesn't make eye contact and I notice she doesn't look at you as she walks into the house.
When the truck is backing down the driveway I watch your back as you disappear into the house. I feel the tears sting the back of my eyes.
Rick doesn't speak. He stares straight ahead as he drives. I begin to feel Operation Wife Swap is a shit show.
Later that night I lay in bed, my back to Rick's back. Very few words were exchanged tonight. I suddenly remember that you slipped something in my pocket. I wait until I hear Rick's snores. I creep down the stairs to the laundry. I pull out a single piece of yellow paper with 4 words...I love you too
I tear it into as many pieces as possible and scatter them in the fireplace.
Two weeks later and my life is semi back to normal. Rick's speaking to me again. We made love once and I tried not to notice that he was just going through the motions, not meeting my eyes.
One day at work I see your truck across the street in the park. I tell my assistant I'm taking a break and hurry over. You're sitting there staring off into space, a troubled look on your face. I climb in the passenger seat. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"Look in the bag." I notice a brown lunch bag on the middle console. A pregnancy test. A positive one. My heart sinks. I feel a knot take up residence in my belly. I can't breathe.
"Oh my god." I set it on the floor of the truck. "I didn't know you were trying."
"It's not mine." You say dryly. You have tears in your eyes that haven't made their descent yet.
I place my hand in yours and you squeeze too tightly. "It can't be Rick's." I defend. "It's only been two weeks and if she's taking a test she's missed a period which means she's probably at least a month along."
You look at me. The tears suddenly dried up but replaced with an anger in your eyes, one that causes me to pull my hand back. "When you and I ended things 4 months ago I couldn't have sex with Sarah anymore. I either couldn't get it up for her or I couldn't finish. Did you see the way they were together? They were way too familiar, too intimate. They played us both."
I replay the last 6 months in my head. The lies I didn't catch. The secrets he didn't tell. I replay Wife Swap weekend. The way they held hands at breakfast. The whispers. I was so caught up in our own affair I missed theirs.
Fuck.
I slam your truck door without a goodbye. Anger clouds my vision.
When I get home Rick is on the back deck. I sit across from him without a word.
"I'm leaving." He says with no pretense, no kindness.
"How long have you been sleeping with Sarah?" I demand to know.
"Six months." Finally his eyes meet mine. I rear back and slap him so hard my hand instantly swells. He grabs me by the arms and shakes me.
"How long have you and William been fucking behind our backs, huh?" His words are full of anger and bitterness. "Sarah saw a hotel charge on the credit card bill and bribed the hotel manager to show her the footage of you two going into the room. She brought it to me and we followed you and watched you two fuck in his truck at the park. That's when she suggested we get even by fucking each other, but you know what? We fell in love, and that's on you. Yes, she's pregnant. Yes, it's mine. I'm leaving."
I follow him to the door. The tears a steady stream. "Please, Rick, we can fix this." He grabs the bags I didn't see before. He doesn't look back. I drop to the ground in the foyer. I let the tears flow. My phone is in a near constant state of vibration as I know you're blowing up my phone after going through what was probably a similar scene across town. I can't bear to face you right now. What we've done. What they've done.
After about 30 minutes of staring at the wall, I tear off my clothes and crawl into my bed fully and throw the covers over.
I hear the doorbell. I hear pounding. "I know you're in there! Open up!" You shout. I can't.
I must have left the back door open because I hear your footsteps on the stairs.
