This is sidestep from the other stories I am writing. Be warned if you don't like a tale about a cheat then go to another place please. There is also a grain of truth in this tale regrettably. Sometimes life sucks.
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Background:
I thought I loved my fiancé Graeme. We had been together since we were in fifth year at school and then 3 years at University where we went to the same one, plus the one year out before we both went onto to post graduate degrees. It was at the beginning of that year out that we got engaged well Graeme had asked me to marry him after we both graduated and I had said yes. He was a good catch for me when everything was considered.
Like I said I thought I loved him and well he didn't push me for sex and I would be a virgin bride. I had I suppose relieved him of his frustrations by giving him oral sex or anal sex with a condom for the anal naturally. He was my rock in life to that point when I felt under pressure or ill. We also shared many interests, well just enough to make life good as in having quality time together.
His parents liked me and well my parents liked him as well but then he made an effort around them as in going to church on Sundays with me if they were about and even though he wasn't religious. It scored points with my dad and that was all he needed to do really.
I guess Graeme also made me feel wanted and loved. I was what I considered the ugly duckling of my family of 5 sisters and one younger brother. My sisters always seemed classy and sexy and so on and were popular at school and I wasn't any of those things even in my eyes. I was the runt of the litter in my view.
Graeme wasn't just my first and only boyfriend he was my first ever kiss. It was also Graeme that gave me confidence to do and try things and he encouraged me in many things. He woud call me curvy to voluptuous but I tended to see myself as at best plump and more like fat. He would keep telling me that lots of guys thought I was sexy but I never quite believed him about that I suppose. It was what made my cheating on him all the more inexplicable when it happened.
The trouble perhaps started when we went house hunting together and a house to buy as well and we would buy to rent. His folks and my folks and other family members chipped in to get us money for a deposit plus Graeme had got himself a decent paying job at a software company as a programming consultant. I guess we were also geeks in that respect. I had got a part time job in a Christian bookshop as well.
We actually found a big house fairly quickly and one with a small garden out front and a big garden out back. I wouldn't describe it as dream home but it had potential. We bought a lot of furnishings on the cheap and did all the painting pretty much our selves but we had family coming into help from his side and mine. I felt really happy at that point and that also made my cheating even more inexplicable.
We had two double bedrooms and two single bedrooms. Graeme and I would use one of the double bedrooms for us and we would rent the rest out. The rent we hoped would pay back the mortgage or begin to at least. It looked like some plans were coming together. Graeme always seemed to have a plan and then a back up one just in case.
We were pleased to find a couple Dave and Jenny who were going to be doing their final year at university and we let the double room to them. They were happy we had a decent sized kitchen and a living room but a good sized bathroom with a shower. They had been living somewhere pokey.
We had a slight difference of opinion about who to let the single rooms to. I didn't want to rent those single rooms to single girls as I actually got jealous and even felt threatened at the idea. Graeme was going places and he really was a good catch. I felt like I had a good catch at least. Oh the irony of that choice at the time. Due to my objections well we let the two single rooms out to guys who were about to start postgraduate courses.
Steve who I thought was dodgy looking but really good looking well ruggedly so at that and was ripped was doing a PhD in Sports Psychology and Medicine. I also fancied him and that wasn't my usual reaction to men. He also definitely caught me looking and more than once. We thought we had made a mistake with him as he had bedded two different girls in the very first week he rented the room and then another two the next week. The other guy Bill was also a bit of a womaniser but nowhere near as bad as Steve. Bill was doing a PhD in English Lit.
Bill was always pleasant and polite though and offering to be helpful with stuff. Steve though was always calling me sexy or gorgeous and at 35DD-30-35 and only 5ft 5 inches I didn't feel either of those things. I felt plump to fat depending on my mood. Steve was first with the innuendo every time. I didn't think much of it at the time as the girls that Steve bedded told me that they couldn't compete with me for his cock. I kept that secret to myself.
Steve would joke in front of Graeme every other day it seemed "If he ditches you then let me know. You can have my shoulder to cry on. I will even beat him up if you want."
I would laugh it off even if I actually liked the idea of crying on his shoulder that was "Behave Steve; your shoulder couldn't absorb all the salt I deposit on his."
I thought if it came to a fight then Steve would totally obliterate not just Graeme but most guys I knew, Dave he would squash no bother. Bill might give him a run for his money physically as Bill looked strong as well.
The really big trouble was Steve made my pussy tingle and got my tits annoying me equally. I had to check myself from flirting around him. I wasn't very good at that either though. Graeme couldn't fail to notice me flirting with Steve especially. Bill had the same effect on me but to a lesser extent. These were not feelings that I never experienced around Graeme ever.
Steve though would be very complimentary about my cooking and call Graeme a lucky bastard and lament "Now why can't I meet a chick that can cook like you? I think every one that I ever dated tried to poison me."
I would flash my eyes at him and giggle each time "Well thank you for the compliment. Oh and maybe if you didn't date those vacuous airheads and bimbos and well invite them for more than a one night stand you might find one stud."
He grinned feigning being wounded
"Ouch, I am flayed alive by the ever so sweet Clare."
Well we couldn't kick him out for screwing dames and or for making my pussy wet and that wasn't something I could tell Graeme either. Steve paid his bills on time and he wasn't what you would call a boozer. He didn't do drugs either. We could have ended up with a boozer or a dope head that didn't have the coin to pay his bills that were also being split equally.
Graeme and I would have a meal with Jenny and Dave one night and I would get embarrassed and shocked at the same time. Jenny would ask me about men that I might fancy since she was having an argument with Dave about what constituted a yummy man.
I giggled and looked shyly at Graeme. Graeme just laughed "She gets shy and embarrassed about such questions worrying about what folk might think. I will get the ball rolling for the men to put her at her ease.
I think Jenny is hot!"
Jenny blushed "Coo I didn't expect that."
