It Was Just a Iss

It was just a kiss.

I made the biggest mistake of my life, I kissed a man, who was not my husband.

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(This is a story from a friend of my wife's, it is from her point of view, my wife encouraged her to write her own version of this story, but she couldn't do it, so she dictated the "story" to me, it is as close to real events as she can remember, it was a bad time for her and her husband. It was also a few years ago, time does distort facts.

It is a story about twin brothers, they look alike, but their characters are completely different, one is a likable, friendly, outgoing, thoughtful character the other is good at pretending to be likable and friendly but he is also outgoing, too much so, he is also an arsehole who makes some bad choices and doesn't care who gets hurt, emotionally or physically.

As always my stories are intervention stories and my stories are not about cuckolding or hotwives or swinging or sharing if that's your kink move on, there are plenty of stories that cater to your kink.

This story does not have much drama in it, it is primarily about a couple sorting out a problem, with help from good friends.)

(One more thing, it is a story mostly done by narrative, but there will be dialogue later on, so if you don't like narrative driven stories, then stop reading now.)

Prologue:

The past, background, the event.

My name is Mrs Corinne Smith, well at least it is for now, however, that remains to be seen. You see, I am currently separated from my husband.

Okay a little about me. I am 45 years old, I have short brown hair and a small but perfectly formed body, my curves are in all the right places. I work hard at the gym to keep in shape and to keep it that way. Gary, my husband loves my curves. Unfortunately he hasn't been near my curves in a while, but, once again, that's my fault.

You see I made a mistake. I misjudged a situation. I made the biggest mistake in the history of mistakes and to make it worse still, I did it in public.

My calm, thoughtful, strong, supportive and understanding husband saw me kissing a man. It was a man who he hated, and, equally, the man who kissed me hated him. It didn't mean anything to me. It was literally just a kiss, but, it was the way it happened and the fact it was in public and, more importantly, who I kissed.

The man who I kissed was a man called Steve. He was a colleague where I worked, although I didn't have any contact with him. He worked in a building opposite the building where I work. The company I work for owns a whole complex of buildings in the area.

It was Steve who made it more than just a kiss. In fact, it was him who grabbed my arse pushed his tongue into my mouth and pressed his groin against my body. In that instance he basically took control of my body.

And to my eternal shame, I responded, it was just for a few seconds, but it was enough to change my life.

It was during this kiss, at that precise moment of me forgetting everything and my brain shutting down, my loving, caring, calm, thoughtful husband, did what any right minded husband would do, he dragged me away from Steve, and he, with a strength born of working with his hands and arms for 25 years, clocked Steve. By that, I mean punched Steve so hard in the face that he fell backwards. When he hit the ground he was out cold. He obviously had a broken nose. There was blood everywhere.

This happened in the middle of the dance floor. The dance floor was in a very expensive hotel where the company I work for had organised a party for colleagues and thier partners.

Obviously there was fallout. I had a lot of questions aimed at me, primarily from Steve's wife. She later divorced him. Yes, he was there with his wife and she saw it along with everyone else on the dance floor.

Later, it emerged that I wasn't the only woman Steve had forced himself on. A few days later, I learnt Steve was fired for sexual harassment.

As a consequence of my actions, my husband hasn't spoken to me in 3 months. I have tried to speak to him, but he refuses to speak or respond to any messages I send him.

You see, we made a pact before we got married. If either of us cheated or nearly cheated or did something that would cause embarrassment or humiliation or disrespect and hurt to either of us, all contact would be broken off, literally, the injured party would cut off all communication.

The idea is that the injured party knows what the other person is doing but the person who caused the injury doesn't know what the other person is doing. It is an unofficial separation and the separation time depends on the injured party.

No, he hasn't blocked me on Facebook or Email our phones are still on the same tariff and the same phone company. No he hasn't split up our bank accounts and no he has not had me served by a solicitor.

The one thing he has done is take everything he wanted or anything that was purely his, and moved it to a log cabin in the lake district. It's his way of separating everything.

I know where the log cabin is, but, on that night after he knocked out Steve, who by the way is 6ft 2inches tall and very well built, and yes by coincidence, Steve's twin brother, Gary, is the same height and build, but much stronger, but honestly, I couldn't have escaped Steve's grasp even if I wanted to, because of that kiss. Gary left me, as per the pact, he is separated from me.

As I said, Gary, is also 6ft 2inches tall, broad shouldered and very strong. One of the differences between Steve and Gary is the size of thier cocks.

How do I know this? I was Steve's girlfriend before I married Gary.

Steve's is just below average, while Gary's is above average, and he knows how to please a woman. Steve is good too, or was, but he lacks finesse. Gary is far better at making love and satisfying me, Steve always used to a wham bam thank you Mam lover, and he was only able to rise once, never twice in the same night, Gary can get hard two or three times a night.

I have spoken to Steve's ex wife on many occasions. They were together 3 years before this event, and from what she later told me, in public Steve was a loving husband, but in private, he was a controlling monster.

If this incident hadn't happened, Anna planned on divorcing Steve soon anyway, based on his erratic and adulterous behaviour. She suspected he cheated several times, but she could never find the proof until recently.

Anna is a beautiful Spanish woman, she is 30 years old and will have no problem finding another husband. What did she ever in Steve? Well I sort of understand, because I used to date Steve.

I suspect she looked at Gary and me and our marriage and hoped Steve was like Gary, but character wise, Gary and Steve are very far apart.

My husband is an easy going, strong minded, calm, kind loving man. Steve is a headstrong, obnoxious, manipulative arsehole, that was Anna's and my opinion, but, of course, this is in hindsight. It seems Anna had saved enough money to hire a PI, and she now knows Steve cheated on her at least five or six times, mostly with prostitutes. Yes, she got tested and she is clean thankfully.

Gary has worked in factories and warehouses for most of his working life. He is a supervisor in his current warehouse. He has been there for fifteen years. He like me is 45 years of age but could easily pass for ten years younger, and I will modestly say, I too can pass for a 35 year old woman.

Anyway, on that night, after the music stopped and everyone stood around, not knowing what to do or say.

Gary had looked at me on that night and told me and all our friends and my colleagues exactly what he thought of me kissing my ex boyfriend. Yes I know its a cliché, the old boyfriend kissing the old flame who rejected him 20 years ago, the ex boyfriend who I now know has been stalking me for at least 2 years.

"Corinne, you are not that drunk, at least not so much that your judgement would be impaired! You chose to dance with Steve or at least didn't stop him dancing with you! Yes I know he looks like me, but you know the differences between us. You either accepted his request to dance or you just acquiesced to dance with him."

He paused to collect himself, then continued.

"He obviously planned this when I wasn't around buying our drinks. You chose him as opposed to me tonight! You chose to let him hold you close and it was obvious you enjoyed the kiss! Yes it was just a kiss but, to me, it was a betrayal!! You know my views, my outdated, out of fashion ideas about marriage!"

He paused for a moment, getting himself under control, once again.

"Corinne, we have spoken about this many times. You own me as I own you, no one comes between us. Tonight Steve came between us, and for that you must face the consequences. I am going to the cabin. I will not respond to any contact from you until I have calmed down and feel less angry and hurt. I will not divorce you or abandon you totally, but be prepared for a long wait to hear from me."

With that little speech, it was the most I have ever heard him say in public because he doesn't talk much in public. He prefers to listen.

He turned and walked out of the building. I just stood there. I was numb. Friends and colleagues tried talking to me, but I didn't respond. The man I love had just publicly told everyone, he was leaving me, at least until he calmed down.

It was at that point, Steve recovered and sat up. But not for long. I was on him in an instant! First my shoe connected with his face, then my shoe connected with his stomach anjd finally, before anyone could stop me, I kicked him in the balls with all my strength. Apparently he has trouble getting hard now, no one has any sympathy.

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The Present, The future.

That happened 3 months ago. Before that night I was happy, I was in love, I was, and I still am, in love with my husband. These 3 months have been torture for me.

Okay, a bit of background about me. I currently work for a medical company. I am a PA to a female CEO. I have always been a PA to various people over the years.

I have been employed by several companies over the years, but right now, I have been with Susan for 8 years. I have occasionally travelled with Susan on business trips. But, with laptops and smartphones, I can usually work from home or the office. It's normally my choice.

While she is away on business, she normally takes her husband with her. She and John have been together for 30 years. They are both in their late fifties. Susan is a beautiful woman and she still turns heads both male and female.

She is tall and slim with long dark hair. She is a strong character but fair. I enjoy working with her and I get the impression she likes working with me.

We have socialised as a couple on many occasions and she likes Gary, as does her husband. Often, over the years, we have gone out together and visited each others houses for dinner or BBQs.

Gary and I don't have any children. It's just something we mutually agreed on before getting married. Susan and John don't have any children either, so as friends and colleagues we have lots in common.

Sorry, I'm rambling. I'm writing this down because, well, my Doctor and my parents and Gary's parents and Susan and several other friends think it's a good idea to put down in writing what happened. I'm not entirely sure it will do me any good, but I will try. Hopefully, Gary will want to read my words.

As for Steve? Well, in college we were a couple. We were a couple for 2 years, in case you are wondering. Steve lived on campus, as did I. I knew Steve had a brother, but he rarely talked about him, and Gary and me never really met because we moved in completely different circles.

Christmas and birthdays were a bit odd with Steve. At family get togethers, my parents and his parents and my sister, Catherine, got together as a family. We had dinners and BBQs, and went out as a family. I think Steve's parents liked me and thought I would be a calming influence on Steve.

Don't misunderstand me, I did have feelings for Steve, and those feelings blinded me to a lot of his faults and his behaviour. I was young and inexperienced and probably naive.

Whenever we did get together, as a family, Gary was never there. He did live with his parents. I know this because Catherine, who is a year younger than me, once made the mistake of going into Gary's bedroom. The sheets were black with white skulls. On, there were posters of Dragons, Vampires, and various posters of Rock and Gothic bands. Everything was dark and very much like a dark cave.

Gary was and still is the literal "Black Sheep" of the family. Even to this day, his favourite colour is black and his clothes are all dark blues or black. Personally, I can't imagine him in anything else, but back then, his family didn't know how to deal with him.

So, Gary was very illusive during my time with Steve. During the time I was with Steve, I must have seen and spoken to Gary once or maybe twice every couple of months.

His parents, Graham and Judy smith were a nice friendly couple. Steve and Gary's father was a plumber and their mother was a stay at home Mum, who occasionally worked part time in various cafes.

No one ever said anything about Steve and Gary not getting on, but it was obvious there was something going on, something no one would talk about. In hindsight I should have asked, but Steve always made sure the conversations never included Gary.

Anyway, I was really stupid and thought me and Steve would be together for the long term and maybe get married, but Steve didn't seem to want to be tied down. It turns out he had 4 women on the hook. Eventually, we all found out about each other, and we all dumped him.

He was angry with me the most, because I made sure every woman who saw him knew he was a cheating arsehole.

Strangely, his parents didn't seem surprised by his behaviour. I think they knew he was seeing other people but hoped he would settle for me, but he never did. I certainly dodged a bullet.

He eventually graduated and left the town we lived in. A year later Gary entered my life. Well yes, obviously I knew him from being with Steve, but we didn't move in the same circles and we didn't really connect in any way. I think he used to avoid me.

One night, a year after breaking up with Steve, we met in a pub, I was out with some friends. It was me and four female friends from college. It was a rock pub with loud heavy metal music playing, cheap beer and cheap but tasty food.

Us girls were all 20 years old at the time and we were dressed up in our rock clothes. In my case skin tight black jeans, a crop top and a leather jacket. The other girls wore similar clothes. Yes, we all stood out and yes we got free drinks and got chatted up by various men, but one man, a drunk obnoxious man, wouldn't take no for an answer.

After all us girls told him to fuck off he got angry. He grabbed me by the arm and was in the process of pulling me out of the booth we were in and at that very moment, a big, tall, well built man dressed all in black grabbed the drunk man, pulled him away from me and threw him out the door.

There was a moment of silence as the pub went quiet, but it didn't phase anyone, it soon got noisy again.

The man in black turned to walk away, but I leapt up and grabbed him, I spun him around and kissed him. He seemed stunned for a moment, then gently kissed me back.

He then just as gently disengaged from me.

"Hello, Gary, I'm Corinne, your brothers ex girlfriend, thank you for saving me." I said quickly afraid he would walk away.

He smiled and I knew I was in love with him. So different from his obnoxious, loud mouth, arsehole brother. Yep, love at first sight, well not exactly, but I did fall in love with his trademark lopsided, smile, his dark persona, he must have taken years to perfect it.

"Hello Corinne nice to meet you, finally, and thank you for the reward of the kiss, but honestly I was just doing the right thing." His voice was soft and calm but I had no problem hearing him.

My friends moved over and he sat down with us. That evening he was fun, calm, charming and cute. He looked like the Goth he was. He told us about his life and where he was living. He did say he was in the process of moving out of his parents house, and was looking for a place to stay.

My friends tried to get his attention.

But, he only had eyes for me. 3 weeks later, he moved into the house I shared with two other women. We hit if off straight away and became exclusive. We did everything together. We went to concerts, to the pub, to the cinema, the theatre, we went on holiday together. We were the perfect young couple, we did and still do everything together as a couple.

Our sex life was always good, it still is, Gary is always the perfect gentleman. He makes sure I am satisfied before letting himself be satisfied, however, I repay him three fold.

We have tried many sex positions, but sitting on his cock, riding him, was my favourite position. I would ride him to orgasm and yes my favourite position is cowgirl. There is nothing better than seeing Gary stare into my eyes as he cums inside me.

Of course, before that happens, he normally makes me cum twice by fucking me hard and fast, or slow deep and hard depending on our mood.

Unlike many marriages, our sexlife has not slowed down. We still have sex three or four times a week, and we do experiment. I have dressed up as a school girl, a sexy police woman, a sexy soldier in uniform. He has dressed up as a fire fighter, a soldier, a policeman.

Yes, I have dressed like a slut for my husband and no it was never in public. We only did these things in private. Basically we enjoyed our fantasy life, but we only ever involved each other, in practice and in our heads. I never thought about sex with another man, and he never thought about sex with another woman. I made sure of that!

Anyway, both aged 21 we bought a house together. We split everything down the middle, we have a joint savings and a joint current account, we have joint credit cards, we earn roughly the same amount, so everything is equal.

Over the years we have been on holidays all over the world. Our jobs have allowed us to indulge ourselves. At this precise moment, we are in a good place financially. The only problem is we are separated.

So, to sum up, I am married to a perfect gentleman who treats me very well. I am satisfied sexually. I am liked and appreciated at work, and I like my job. Our friends and family tell me I am an intelligent, rational person, however, I did have a night of too much drinking, at least, I think so, honestly, I don't remember much of that night, maybe I was more drunk than Gary realises, anyway that one night of losing my brain, a night of doing something that would hurt my husband.

All it took was just one dance, just one kiss, and just my body responding to a man the same size and build as my husband, they are very similar in build.

After Gary and I became a couple, I told Steve Gary was a better lover and filled me better than he did. He was really upset and angry. Anyway, the point is, I made a huge mistake, and now 3 months on I am missing my husband.

Gary knows his absence from my life would really hurt me, not knowing what he was doing and if he was taking care of himself is killing me.

My friends and colleagues and even some of our family have questioned why I don't go to the cabin. Well, I don't know if Gary has forgiven me yet. I wish he would respond to my messages.

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You know how an idea from friends, at the time seems a good idea? The idea was to stop moping about and start living my life. Gary might never forgive me. Some of my work colleagues said this to me, and at the time it seemed a good idea, get out for a night, have fun. Just for a few hours. Well, of course I said yes, at this point I was going stir crazy.