I slept with a married woman from work and her husband knew

I made this alternate account to goof off and have fun and maybe share some wild confessions from my life.

After I graduated from college, I was a waiter at this place with a lot of actor and singer types. I had just gotten out of a relationship with this girl who I thought I was going to marry. After we had broken up, I found out she cheated and was now with this new guy. I was a broken wreck and kind of had a fuck it attitude toward life. Reckless behavior, drinking, etc. Not giving a fuck about anything.

Anyway, one night after work a bunch of the waiters got some booze and went over to this one couple’s house that both worked at the restaurant. The night got a little wild, first it started with drinking games that then evolved into playing spin the bottle, and then truth or dare, and then next thing I know I was totally naked in their backyard and some of the girls I worked with were taking turns feeling my cock and balls. It wasn’t even really sexual, like we were all laughing. I wasn’t hard. I was just being wild and free, not giving a fuck.

To be honest, the party was a blast. Eventually people started to leave. I found my shorts and put them on. I was too drunk and was going to crash on the couch. I passed out as people were leaving.

Then I woke up later in the quiet dark and the woman who’s house it was, was next to me and kissing me and I suddenly got crazy turned on. Like she was married, and her effing husband was sleeping in the next room and that like was so wild and intense and scary and made me so damn hard. She whispered to me that they had made some kind of agreement about me, specifically, and she was allowed to do whatever with me as long as she told him everything.

I was 23 and didn’t need to hear any more. We ended up fucking the whole night till 5 or 6, the sun was coming up. I was a champ. I never came but just enjoyed myself and had a nonstop boner. She came on me multiple times from my mouth and hands and even while I was inside of her.

The next day was a Sunday, and I had to work. Both of them were there the next day and in the middle of my shift the husband came up to me and whispered to me “I know you fucked my wife last night.” Then he walked away and I stood there, face red. Like, I was waiting to get beat up for sure. But nope. Nothing happened.

Life is strange. I hooked up with her a few more times that summer, even sober once. I ended up cutting it all off when I started to catch feelings for her and saw the mess I was potentially falling into. Then she got pregnant with her husband, luckily, and all of it stopped.

Was a weird and wild summer. I’m still friends with them both. True story.