I knew it was going to happen, but I was still somewhat surprised by it. It had been the plan, sort of, for a couple of weeks, but when she told me her car was in the shop, and her husband had brought her into work that afternoon, I figured the whole thing was off. But it worked out. The fact that she needed me to give her a ride actually was beneficial. Who knew? Surely not me.

The strange part was driving her home after it happened. Even though it was something I thought about, masturbated about even, when the whole thing went down, it was more like an out of body experience more than it was a normal sexual encounter.

It just didn’t seem real somehow until we were off of my couch and back in my car. Only then did I know it actually did happen.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah. I never slept with somebody’s wife before.”

“Nice,” she said, but not like I would have after a touchdown pass or a homerun.

Thankfully, she didn’t live that far from me, and before I had the chance to say anything else really stupid we were sitting in front of her house, where her husband and children slept. Waiting for her to come home.