I’m not sure why it is, but for some reason married women love me. It hasn’t always been this way for me, but it seems that recently they have been taking a strange interest in me. Either that or I am just a genuine home-wrecker, I haven’t yet decided.
It started back in August of this year when a married girl named Terrah, in one of my literature classes, told me that her and her husband were in an “open relationship.” I knew that she was lying to me in an attempt to have relations without me feeling like I was doing something wrong. In truth, I would have had relations with her whether she told me that or not. So that started my journey into the forbidden quest of married women.
With Terrah it was great. We had sex all over campus, starting with the “secret garden” that, in reality, is anything but secret. By the time our little sexapade was finished we had managed to fornicate in four different buildings on campus including the Library and the classroom in which we met.
When I told friends about the encounters I had with Terrah, they usually responded with negative questions and stale looks of resentment until I was able to explain to them how I am able to justify sleeping with a married woman. After my explanation, they always seemed to understand and their questions evolved to vicarious curiosity.
My explanation is as follows: If a woman is going to cheat on her spouse, it isn’t because of me. I am under no illusion that for some reason I’m great and offer something that her husband cannot give to her. In fact, I can usually think of many things that her husband has to offer that I can’t, and the easiest thing that comes to mind is money. I don’t have any. The point of this is that it isn’t me that is causing her to cheat. She is going to cheat, and whether she cheats on her husband with me or with some other guy, with or without me, at the end of the day she is going to do it. I just might as well get laid in the process.
And so it went that way with Terrah for a few weeks until she found a guy with money (who wasn’t her husband, though ironically her husband has lots of money) and decided to make him her boyfriend. It wasn’t something that caused me any sort of anguish however because one, I had had my fun and didn’t want to get involved in a domestic dispute and two, it just happened that I started having sex with her best friend at the same time she found this boyfriend or hers. The timing could not have been better too, because within weeks of Terrah being with her new boyfriend, she decided to tell her husband that she cheated on him with me and currently has a boyfriend. The husband hired a private investigator to follow her, and because her and I were no longer fucking, it was the new boyfriend that had to deal with the fallout. Things got complicated for Terrah as the semester continued until eventually she stopped coming to class and I stopped hearing from her.
Even I understand that a sex affair with a married women lasting less than a month hardly qualifies as “married women being in love with me,” which is why the story continues. Years ago, probably six or seven, I knew a girl from Maryland. At the time I met her she had a boyfriend. When I went to Maryland to visit friends a couple years later, she was engaged, but that didn’t stop her from cheating on her fiance. And now, here we are this many years later and she gets in touch with me over facebook and the communication slowing evolves from chatting, to texting, to talking and texting about having sex with each other to finally her sending me naked pictures. And of course, to make herself feel better about it all, she tells me that there is “something about me” specifically that causes her to stray from her marriage. Do I believe her? Of course not. Why? Because I’m not special.
Fact of the matter is that these women just don’t like their lives. They got caught up in “American Dream” and thought that by getting married and “settling down” they would find true happiness. The happiness that, at the end of a movie staring Hugh Grant, people find and then the credits roll. The only problem is that after they think the credits a
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re supposed to roll, their lives kept going and nothing was like they thought it would be which, in-turn, leads them to me.
Maybe I’m their savior. The one person who can help them realize that life isn’t some hack movie with a shitty ending. Maybe I’m that small sliver of hope in their lives that they needed to keep going. Or maybe, I’m just a broke college kid who likes to get laid, and it doesn’t much matter where it comes from.
