His Secret

by Isabel Lucero

I swallow, thinking about how my wife is at home waiting for me, but the man I once loved is sitting in front of me baiting me into a question that will no doubt flip my world upside down.

Adrian, sprawled naked and fully aware that I just had my tongue in his ass, has the nerve to blush like he can’t talk to me about his masturbation techniques.

“Are you asking me not to sleep with anyone else?” He runs his hands through his hair. “I know I don’t have that right.”

“I know you’re going to have to do married couple things. That doesn’t mean it won’t hurt, but I understand it.”

The thing about affairs is that nobody involved is ever truly happy. The person getting cheated on feels the absence of their partner. The person sleeping with that partner feels like they’re not getting enough time. And the person doing the cheating has to feel the guilt and stress of trying to get away with it.

I’m not afraid to admit that I’m selfish enough to keep this up—because he is mine. He always has been. She’s just been borrowing him.

She deserves better. We both do.