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He didn't know I was surprising him this time. Normally, when I come into town, I let him know so that he can have the house decked out with roses and candles and make it all special and shit you know? But, this time, I wanted to surprise him. We're going on 2 years together and decided that we wanted to get our lives and careers situated before moving in with each other. He lives in my hometown, but I moved away for a while for work. I am a project manager for a big company in the Pacific Northwest that just made a major deal and we are finally on top. We are going to be opening up another company right in my hometown later this year and it's perfect timing. He works at a law firm and just transitioned from being a paralegal to an attorney. We both have watched each other grow and become bigshots in our careers and it is very refreshing. Neither one of us had a fantastic home life, but we made it through. No there wasn't any violence or anything like that, but our families were poor middle class folks. They wanted better for their children and we both have proved to our families that we can do better, and we did. I am planning on moving back because I miss my family and I am in love for the first time. For real. That puppy love shit is for the birds. This man right here? He makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world. He touches me in all the ways I've yearned for since I knew what it felt like to get aroused. He takes his time with me. He undresses me slowly and kisses my body in places I've never even knew would turn me on. He makes my day special by texting me sweet messages randomly. He sends me flowers every other week. This man has me. All of me. And please trust me when I say I am not complaining. This was my second time in town this month. Normally, we usually only meet once a month for a steamy weekend at a hotel. We rarely ever go to his apartment because I love the thrill and excitement of late nights and hotels and so does he. So, me being here this weekend is a total surprise and I know he's going to love it.
Since I have been to his apartment more than a few times, the door man just let me right on up. It was a beautiful 2 bedroom modern apartment on the top floor and I was so excited to hide out for the next hour or so and jump out in my new red lingerie outfit and devour him. He told me he had to work kind of late today and that he'd call me when he made it home, so I made sure to shut my ringer off just in case he followed through with that.
I made sure to set the mood, but not so obvious. I had the room decorated in roses and candles like he does for me. I got him an early birthday gift that I had wrapped nicely on the bed. I lit our favorite candle and had his favorite sweet oil warm and ready to make sure I pleasure him nicely before I ride him until the next morning. Soft jazz music is playing, no too loud though because I don't want him to suspect anything when he arrives. It's dark outside and cloudy so having all the lights off right now gives me full advantage to be able to hide out perfectly. My palms are starting to sweat because I am so nervous. Why am I so antsy right now? It's not like I've never seen the man. Pull it together, girl!
I hid out in the hall closet because I wanted to come up from behind him when he opened the room door. Risky, I know. I could possibly end up with a black eye from frightening him, but, I wasn't too focused on that. I just wanted to do something that we've never done. Hiding out was definitely not one of those things, but spicing it up is my favorite activity.
As I am thinking of all the wild things that are about to take place tonight, I hear his keys in the door. Now my heart has jumped into my ass and the anticipation is killing me. The butterflies in my stomach have turned into pterodactyls. I hear him come inside, but it doesn't sound like he's alone. It's hard for me to decipher what's happening since the hall closet is not extremely close to the front door. The anticipation quickly turned into fear and worry. Who is he with? Why is he not alone? I looked at my phone and realized I hadn't got a call. Was he ever planning on calling when he got home? Questions that needed answers continued to repeat themselves in my head as I am trying to unravel what I might see. I hear keys hit the floor and what sounded like shoes. I don't hear any words. I don't hear anyone talking. All I hear is the unthinkable sound of two people who are so hot for each other that I can feel the heat radiating from the living room to the hallway. Tears start to run down my face as I started to come to terms with what I might witness when I step out of this closet. He is so engulfed in whoever he is with because he hasn't stopped to notice the smell of our favorite candle. The soft sound to our favorite jazz track. It's like... I am not even here. Even though I didn't want him to realize I was here immediately, if he cared the way I thought he did, he would've noticed after 30 seconds of being here that my presence was near.
I slowly crept out of the closet so I could get a view of my biggest nightmare.
Every small light step I took rang in my ear as if I were a giant stomping on the earth. Everything was moving in slow motion. I could literally hear the sound of my tears hitting the wood floor underneath me.
Once I came into the view of the living room, my mouth hit the floor. My entire body became a spaghetti noodle in the matter of 30 seconds. The blurry view of my sight brought on by the flood of tears was clear enough to see the woman he was with.
I could tell that tramp stamp a mile away. Even when I am seeing it riding the man I thought was my knight and shining amour.
I took her to get it on her 21st birthday.
Not only was he not alone, he was screwing my sister.