Rebecca quietly walked into her apartment to find Jim still gone. Out with his buddies doing only God knows what. She threw her keys down on the kitchen counter and stepped into the shower. As she stood and ran the soap over her tan skin she wondered what was happening. It seemed as if Stacy was getting attached to her in a way she wasn’t sure she wanted. Sure the sex was amazing, but that’s where Rebecca felt the line needed to be drawn. Of course she loved and cared for Stacy, but she was married to Jim and they planned for a life, a house, a couple of children. How could this continue and her life still expand as planned? The only thing she could think of that made since was: plans often change.
In a daze as she walked out of the bathroom in her terry cloth robe she didn’t hear Jim come in. He was laughing and talking, but her mind was still on Stacy. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist kissing her cheek. It was this action that landed her in the present. She smiled and kissed his lips.
“What’s going on?” She asked noticing his smirk.
“Well you mustn’t have heard me, but it’s nothing anyway. Our team did win tonight so Max bought us all a round at the bar and then well everyone was shooting the shit. I figured you wouldn’t mind.” He let go of her and walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
“No, but I did hang out with Stacy a bit. She was in a weird mood tonight.” He bent over so he could see her face.
“Did you guys…” Rebecca looked at him and nodded.
“We just fooled around a little, but like I said she was in a mood. She said that she loved me. You don’t think it’s getting a little weird do you?” Jim walked over to her and put his hand on her back.
“You need to go and hang out with some other friends. I mean I know I brought her into our bedroom first, but…” He ended his sentence and walked past her into the bathroom. “I mean,” He stuck his head out again and said, “I’m starting to get jealous. She’s getting more action then I am.” Rebecca rolled her eyes and turned to look him in the face.
“You are never home. You were going to get action tonight, but hockey or the strip club or anything else that doesn’t include me is more important.”
“Ok, Becca hang on!” She tried to walk past him into their bedroom when he grabbed her around her waist. “Number 1: Hockey isn’t all year round, Number 2: your book reading club is an excuse for the guys to get together and either head to the strip club. You never minded before.”
“No, I didn’t. But I don’t like you thinking that the only reason she’s getting more action is because she’s who she is. She’s around, Jim.”