She Was the One Who Cheated

This was my third date with Vicki. We met at a bar a couple of weeks ago, ended up back in my place and had some really good sex. My sex life after my divorce two years ago has been infrequent and less than spectacular.

There was a note from Vicki on my dining room table the next morning, thanking me for a good time and hoping we can get together again this Friday. I was on the fence, she was pretty, well educated, but there was always some male centric idea about girls who put out that easily.

On Wednesday, she sent me a text telling me what bar she was going to on Friday with her girlfriends and hoped to see me there. I don't remember giving her my cell number. But on Friday, I ended up at that bar with Vicki and her girlfriends, we drank, we danced and we ended up back at my place and fucked our brains out.

There was another note from Vicki on my dining room table the next morning, telling me I was amazing the night before, just as amazing as the prior weekend. She also wrote that I had to buy her dinner if I wanted to fuck her again.

So, we're sitting at the restaurant chatting as we look over the menu and Vicki gets a serious look on her face:

"What happened to your first marriage Jack?"

Not something I enjoyed reliving, "Such a cliché, came home early from a business trip in time to see a strange car pulling out of my driveway. As I entered my house, my wife came down the stairs naked, asking what I forgot. There was cum dripping down her leg and an 'oh shit' look on her face. She ran back upstairs and came back dressed, with a bunch of clothes in an overnight bag and walked out the door. She came back while I was at work the next day and took the rest of her shit, I never saw her again and she didn't contest the divorce I filed."

"No explanation or apologies?"

"None, we had a discussion before we got married that any infidelity was a one and done event."

"What about you Vicki?"

I asked that question of every divorced woman I dated, the most common answer was the husband cheated followed by physical or verbal abuse. One woman told me her husband revealed he was gay but wanted her to stay with him to be his beard. It was never the woman's fault.

Vicki stared at me for a long time, after all she started this conversation. The waitress was putting our food on the table when she said, "I cheated on him."

I know I had a surprised look on my face.

"Not what you expected," she said. "Let me explain before you walk away and leave me with the bill. Marrying my husband was the biggest mistake of my life followed by cheating on him. Joe was a nice guy who I met in my freshman year in college. He loved me way more than I loved him, if I loved him at all. He was too nice to be mean to, looking at me with hope and those big brown eyes every time he asked me out. It was hard to say no to him which was what I should have done when things first started, especially when I realized there was a big difference between love and like."

"And that's how things progressed through our senior year. I still dated and had sex with other guys and I made sure Joe knew about it, hoping it would dissuade his interest in me. But that backfired, it only made him try harder."

"In the middle of our senior year, Joe started hinting about marriage. For the first time I was blunt with him, told him he was a nice guy and I liked him but I didn't love him. He left crying. I felt horrible but relieved."

"Joe was back a couple of days later, asking me to go out with him on Friday. I told him I already had a date for Friday so he asked what about Saturday. I couldn't say no, and I kicked myself because I was almost free of him. That pattern repeated the rest of the year, most times I didn't have another date and just told Joe that. And he would keep asking about other days and I would relent."

"There was a month left in school the first time Joe proposed to me. We were in my dorm and he dropped down to one knee. I gave him the same speech that I liked him but I didn't love him and I didn't want to get married until I was thirty. That didn't stop him, three more times he asked me and I found myself saying yes with Joe on his knee in fancy restaurant with all the other diners watching us."

"Married life was worse, Joe smothered me constantly. At least when we lived apart I had a chance to breathe and I dated other men until a week before the wedding. Joe knew but didn't say anything. We weren't married a year before I asked Joe for a divorce. He refused and said he would never divorce me, I was his forever. Three more times over the next year I asked for a divorce and he refused. His family was rich and he said he would bury me in debt with his divorce lawyers."

"Joe came home from work the exact same time every day. I arranged to have one of my college lovers in bed with me when Joe came home. The devastation on his face killed me but I could not figure out any other way to get him to let me leave. I was served with divorce papers a week later."

There was a lot in what she said and I was trying to unpack it. Our food had arrived, I was trying to eat, Vicki was pushing her food around her plate.

"I'm sorry, this was a mistake." She grabbed her purse, threw a fifty on the table and walked out.

I flagged down the waitress, gave her two fifties and ran after Vicki. She was just stepping into an uber as I caught up with her and climbed into the car with her.

"What are you doing Jack?"

"I have no idea Vicki."

She said, "Any woman who would cheat on her husband, would cheat on her husband whoever he was. I'm damaged goods Jack, run away."

"I might Vicki, but you didn't have to tell me that, you could have easily lied."

"Jack, I haven't told you the worst part yet, you wouldn't believe how hard it is just to say it. Joe killed himself the day the divorce became final, leaving a note that he couldn't live without me. I killed him Jack."

Vicki burst into hysterical sobbing, I pulled her to my chest and hugged her. As she continued the sob, I had the driver take us to my condo. Vicki didn't slow down as we exited the uber and climbed the steps. I led her to my bedroom and laid her down on my bed. Vicki curled up into a ball with one of my pillows. I rubbed her back and she began to calm down. Finally, the sobbing stopped and I realized she had fallen asleep.

I found myself sitting in my living room with a glass of scotch, staring at my reflection in the TV. There were no answers there.

The sound of Vicki moving in the morning woke me up, I had fallen asleep sitting on the couch. I realized she was leaving.

"Wait Vicki, before you leave, can we talk about last night?"

"I have to be somewhere Jack. And you should be running away."

"Maybe you're right, but you didn't have to tell me anything and I think you were pretty brave. I would like to discuss last night first before we jump into a decision."

Vicki sat down on the couch, "I never told anyone about Joe before, and I never even admitted to myself that I killed him before. We can talk, but right now I have to visit a relative in a nursing home like I do every Saturday morning."

"Will you come back today when you're done."

Vicki stared at me before saying, "Okay, I'll call you when I am on my way."

I showered and napped. Vicki's confession brought me back to my first wife, maybe infidelity wasn't black and white, maybe it wasn't one and done. Those thoughts were running through my head when I fell asleep.

Vicki was sitting beside me when I woke up. Her eyes were puffy and I assumed she had been crying. I reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze, she smiled.

"I thought you were going to call me Vicki?"

"I did Jack, please delete the dozen crazy voice mail messages someone left you thinking you were ghosting her. I found your phone in the kitchen."

She handed me my phone and I handed it back.

"The passcode is 0516199, go ahead."

Vicki stared at me and then deleted the voicemails. I got up to pee. When I returned to my room, Vicki was staring out the window with her back to me.

"I don't know how I got here Jack, I never slept with a man the first night I met him. I never even dated anyone after Joe. When you asked me back to your place I thought to myself, I'm thirty years old it's about time I had my first one night stand. But you wowed me that night, Jack. Not just between the sheets but the whole package. As I was leaving, I began to think it must have been the alcohol or my imagination. That's why I left the note, not that I had any experience on what to do after you had sex with someone you just met, but I wanted to know if it was real. It was even better than the first night."

"I have no idea why I wrote the note about dinner. That's a lie, I wanted to see you again but not in a bar. And then I spent the whole week trying to decide if I should tell you about Joe, thinking of the risk I was taking with any potential of a relationship with you. In the end, I decided I would rather see our relationship crushed before things evolved to a point where I couldn't tell you."

In her reflection in the window, I could see tears running down her face. She still had her back to me when I walked up and put my arms around her. Vicki turned and buried her head in my chest and continued to cry softly.

My stomach growled loudly, "Vicki I'm hungry, would you like to go out to dinner or would you rather order in? Do you like Chinese, there's a great place around the corner. Or would you prefer Italian. There's a place nearby we could eat in, very casual."

"Can we order in Jack, the way my eyes look someone may think you beat me up."

While we waited for the food to be delivered, Vicki jumped in the shower and I gave her some shorts and a t-shirt to wear.

"You were up most of the night thinking Jack, did your ex come into your thoughts?"

"Yes, but don't take it the wrong way, I would never get back with her. I started thinking maybe infidelity wasn't black and white, maybe it wasn't one and done. I never asked my ex why she cheated and she never offered an explanation. At the time it happened I was too angry to care about why."

"Would you ask her now?"

"I thought about it, I don't think I could ever get the picture of another man's come running down her leg out of my head so there's no chance I would get back together with her. On the plus side, if there was something I was doing or not doing, it would be good to know so I wouldn't make the same mistake in this relationship."

"Go ahead and ask her Jack, just send her a text and ask her."

So, I did, my ex texted me back seconds later wanting to know why I was digging up old shit.

"I met someone, it's very early in our relationship and if I did something wrong, I don't want to make the same mistake."

"You did nothing wrong, I was told he had an eleven inch cock and my slut side took over. I do regret it."

I showed Vicki the text exchange.

"That seems like a childish reason to cheat on your husband Jack. I might not be the one to talk, but an eleven inch cock, what if it was ten or he had a Ferrari?" And Jack, you said you didn't want to make the same mistake in this relationship. Does that mean you want to continue our relationship?"

"Of course, Vicki."

Vicki came around the table, sat in my lap and started kissing me. It wasn't long before we were on the floor in my kitchen and Vicki was sliding her pussy down on my cock. I loved the way her nips were poking through my t-shirt she was wearing. We swapped positions a few times but Vicki wanted to finish on top. Even without her yell, I could feel her coming on my cock and I came shortly after.

We laid there cuddling and she asked. "Why Jack, why would you want to continue our relationship knowing I cheated on my husband and knowing firsthand how it felt?"

"I don't think Joe gave you any choices, he painted you into a box and you had no way to escape. If he would have listened to you, really listened to you the first three times you told him you didn't want to marry him, you would not have been married to him or cheated on him."

We cleaned ourselves up a bit, reheated our Chinese food and sat back down to eat. Vicki noticed that I had received a text.

"Is Jesse your ex-wife's name Jack?"

"Yes it is, what did she say?"

"She wants to know if you want to get together for a drink or something."

"Please tell her no, I've met someone really special and I want to continue growing my relationship with her."

I've never seen anyone text that fast. Seconds later my phone pinged again.

"She said she's glad."