For a while, life continued as normal. Kelly and I never spoke about what happened that night on her couch, mainly due to our partners being present at every meeting.
Despite the regret I felt for my actions. I simply could not bring myself to admit my mistake to my wife.
The following weekend, I went to Kelly and Tom's to drop off some spare car parts for Tom's old Ford Capri that we were rebuilding together.
When I arrived, Kelly answered the door. She wore a polka-dot summer dress and fishnet tights. She told me that Tom had gone to the garage to fetch some bits for the car and that I could wait inside for him.
I sat on the couch and Kelly pottered around the house. There was no hint of awkwardness or any sign of our joint indiscretion the weekend before.Β Kelly brought me a glass of juice and sat on the couch next to me, her fishnets showing off her fantastic legs.
"Listen, about last week," she said, before continuing
I sat and took a breath, nodding as she continued talking, knowing where she was heading.
"I had fun, but we fucked up, let's keep it to ourselves, no need to ruin two marriages due to our silly drunken 10-minute mistake"
I agreed with her, and we smiled at each other as we shook hands, signaling our agreement to keep our lips sealed.Β Our eyes lingered for a few seconds longer than expected, and Kelly's fingers intertwined with mine.
I don't know what it was, but almost a minute after agreeing to never mention our previous hookup, we kissed again, and the sparks of passion exploded into life.