Date:          February 2004
Title:         A Secret Love Affair
Author:        Jeroen Verbeek, Copyright (C) 2004. All rights reserved.

Summary:       My best friend's wife urges me to make love to her.

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A Secret Love Affair


I'm about to tell you a story that no one could possibly believe. It's 
about Meredith, my best friend's wife. I thought she lived like an honest 
housewife, but things turned out to be different. Okay, I once heard her 
mention that she wasn't getting much from Bob at that time. That he had 
become more interested in his beer than in his wife. But I'd always 
honestly thought that she would remain faithful to her husband. (But I was 
wrong!)

It happened on a sunny Saturday afternoon. I visited my friend's house to 
have a drink with him. I knocked on the door and heard Meredith unlocking 
the locks. When the door opened things started getting strange right from 
the start.
     "Do you want to come in?" she asked. "Bob is not in, but I guess you 
don't mind."
     Meredith was wearing a very tight fitting blue T-shirt that made it 
blatantly obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Her voice was soft and 
inviting and I felt already a small thrill of excitement run trough me. I'd 
always thought she was quite attractive. Not a supermodel, but at least she 
had a very shapely figure, even though she wasn't slim. At this point it 
was pretty hard for me to not be sexually attracted to her.
     Accepting her invitation I stepped inside, and we engaged in small 
talk as we settled on the couch together. But half an hour later as 
Meredith started to complain about Bob, things started to change. She said 
he had been insensitive, and becoming impossible to live with. That their 
marriage was a huge cloud over what once seemed to be a perfect romance. 
And that it was her own stupidy to marry that guy. I knew Bob sometimes 
could be impossible, but she shouldn't say things like that. Having serious 
marital problems should lead to marriage counseling or therapy. But instead 
of telling her she had no right to talk about Bob like that, I moved closer 
and put my arm around her shoulders in support. Without realizing the 
implication of my sincere sympathy, this was the moment she was waiting 
for. We stared into each other eyes, looks became touches, then caresses, 
and we kissed like lovers do. My heart raced, and Meredith rapidly 
approached the point of becoming completely lost in passion.
     "Make love to me," she said hoarsely.
     It took a few moments to get my senses and even longer to catch my 
breath. What the hell was going on? I was on the edge of sleeping with my 
best friend's wife! I knew she liked to tease me, she always did. But an 
invitation to have sex with her was totally ridiculous. Confused, not 
wanting to be rude, I asked if she really thought this was a good idea.
     "Why not?" she answered, her breath hot and sweet on my face. "Because 
I'm Bob's wife? I know you think I'm plain, but..."
     I interrupted her. "You're just not attractive to me," I lied.
     "Then just close your eyes and think of Miss Universe," she responded.
     In order to enforce her indecent proposal she parted her legs and held 
her arms readily up to me. I couldn't believe this! By this time she was 
already on the verge of coming. And before I could make a word or any other 
sign of objection, I found my little fellow encased in a wet jungle of dark 
hair.

On that early summer afternoon I made love to another man's woman. It 
wasn't my fault. Meredith was the one to blame. She had jumped me, but I 
could have tried a little harder to fend her off. Afterwards she started to 
make some kind of explanation but I told her to save it. I just asked her 
if she had ever been unfaithful before, but she said this was the first 
time. Then we promised to not tell a word to Bob, and to simply forget our 
secret love affair.

Meredith is still with the man who loves her. Maybe he can't give her what 
she needs, but I guess marriage should not be confused with sex.
     I admit that I feel a little funny about it sometimes. I don't feel 
guilty, but the promise to keep my secret from Bob still troubles me a lot.



The End



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