After the best sex I had ever had, I walked home in a daze. We actually had mind blowing sex another 4 times before I left. As I got home I had a shower and decided to have an early night. As I lay in bed I reached over towards the bedside table to turn the lamp off when I saw Emma's picture smiling at me. I felt a sudden wave of intense guilt wash over me which brought a tear to my eye.
I then wiped my eye, laughed and went to sleep.
Weird? Strange?
Before I continue, let me get something straight about me cheating on Emma. We are both 22 and been together for 4 years. We do love each other very much but I would like you to know something of our past before you judge me.
When we first got together at the tender age of 18, and the first year certainly had its ups and downs, one reason to do with Emma's friend Carrie who you'll hear about later. Emma cheated (snogging only) on me in that first year which upset me, but then again I had snogged 2 girls (one an ex!) as well.
I lost my virginity to Emma after 5 months into our relationship, and after that we were fucking almost every day. Things went smoothly, until 3 years in.
We live on quite a long road, probably about 200 houses. We live with Emma's mother who as a matter of fact is a business woman and is away for months at a time. She has always seen us as responsible and are therefore trusted with the house. It is only the three of us.
Anyway, 3 years in and one night we both decided to go out one Saturday night separately with our respective friends. I told her not to wait up as I'd probably be very late. I got home around 11pm however due to my friends getting so drunk I had to take them home for their own good, I wasn't too bothered about not being drunk. Emma wasn't in and her mum was away in America. I went upstairs into our bedroom and leaned out of the window to look out at the street and the tranquillity of how quiet it was as the kids were in bed by now.
As I looked out I could hear a pair of footsteps walking down the road. It sounded like boots as that was what Emma was wearing. I leaned out further and could see it was Emma on the other side of the road and still about 10 houses away. She was wearing knee high boots, a short skirt and short blouse that showed her impressive cleavage.
Now in one of those houses she was to eventually pass lived a fat man. He would usually walk around his living room late at night completely naked and with the curtains wide open so all could see. Not such a pleasant sight as he was very hairy, had a very large stomach and was ugly.
I looked towards his house and I could see that he had some of his lamps on but I couldn't see him. I think Emma had a feeling that he might be walking around naked as she kept looking apprehensively towards his house. I looked back to the house and sure enough he was there, but looking straight at Emma and it looked as though he was playing with himself.