Dirty Little Secrets
She found out. How she did it, I really don't know, she just did. She burst through the hotel room door and caught us. She began screaming and crying. Matt jumped up, trying to find his jeans and console her. How could he though? Amy, his wife, just caught him cheating, with me. But i don't view it as cheating. Cheating happens once, this had been going since before they got married. About six or seven months infact. This was an affair. After the first time we said never again, it was a silly mistake that ment nothing. But it did happen, again and again. We both promised it wouldn't happen anymore after they got married, of course it did. We couldn't stop it. I knew one day it would either come down to us being caught or us to stop doing what we were doing. I knew there was more chance of us getting caught then there was of us stopping. We were too involved now. Me and Amy were friends, we got on. Now, I was her husband's mistress, his bit on the side, his whore. That's what she called me. She looked right at me and called me a whore, of course she called me other things, but whore stuck in my head, because I knew she was right. I knew for awhile, but hearing it was different, it was the slap in the face. She screamed and shouted and hit Matt while I just sat there clutching the sheets around me. I felt sorry for Amy. She was hysterical. "How long?" she demanded. "How long?" "Amy, it doesn't matter," Matt said. "Damn it Matt! Just fucking tell me!" "Nearly seven months," he confessed. Amy let out a sob and clamped her hand over her mouth. "Nearly seven months." i heard her mutter. "You've been sleeping with her for nearly seven months! How could you?" "It didn't mean anything," Matt argued. "Then why keep doing it?" I drifted away from the conversation after that. I got dressed while they argued, then as i was about to leave, Amy turned on me. "How could you? You were my best friend, the maid of honor at my wedding and you did this to me. How could you?" I didn't know how to answer her, so I didn't. I just stood there, feeling stupid and embarrassed. Amy didn't push for an answer, she turned her attention back to Matt. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to find out why i did start sleeping with Matt. I just didn't know. Maybe he showed me more affection and attention then anyone else. It started off as nothing, a one time thing not ment to hurt anybody. But it hurt Amy, and it hurt Matt because it was hurting Amy and it hurt me because I thought I was falling for Matt. I laughed, having just admit it to myself helped me figure it out. I'd always wanted him, that's why I didn't stop because part of me hoped that if it went on long enough he'd tell me he loved me. They were leaving now. Amy was crying still, Matt had his arm round her, he gave me a sympathetic smile over his shoulder and walked out the door. I reached for the phone knowing i had a lot of explaining to do. I called my husband up hoping he'd be able to give me a ride home. "Hello," "Hello Jeff, I need you to come pick me up....."
She found out. How she did it, I really don't know, she just did. She burst through the hotel room door and caught us. She began screaming and crying. Matt jumped up, trying to find his jeans and console her. How could he though? Amy, his wife, just caught him cheating, with me. But i don't view it as cheating. Cheating happens once, this had been going since before they got married. About six or seven months infact. This was an affair. After the first time we said never again, it was a silly mistake that ment nothing. But it did happen, again and again. We both promised it wouldn't happen anymore after they got married, of course it did. We couldn't stop it. I knew one day it would either come down to us being caught or us to stop doing what we were doing. I knew there was more chance of us getting caught then there was of us stopping. We were too involved now. Me and Amy were friends, we got on. Now, I was her husband's mistress, his bit on the side, his whore. That's what she called me. She looked right at me and called me a whore, of course she called me other things, but whore stuck in my head, because I knew she was right. I knew for awhile, but hearing it was different, it was the slap in the face. She screamed and shouted and hit Matt while I just sat there clutching the sheets around me. I felt sorry for Amy. She was hysterical. "How long?" she demanded. "How long?" "Amy, it doesn't matter," Matt said. "Damn it Matt! Just fucking tell me!" "Nearly seven months," he confessed. Amy let out a sob and clamped her hand over her mouth. "Nearly seven months." i heard her mutter. "You've been sleeping with her for nearly seven months! How could you?" "It didn't mean anything," Matt argued. "Then why keep doing it?" I drifted away from the conversation after that. I got dressed while they argued, then as i was about to leave, Amy turned on me. "How could you? You were my best friend, the maid of honor at my wedding and you did this to me. How could you?" I didn't know how to answer her, so I didn't. I just stood there, feeling stupid and embarrassed. Amy didn't push for an answer, she turned her attention back to Matt. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to find out why i did start sleeping with Matt. I just didn't know. Maybe he showed me more affection and attention then anyone else. It started off as nothing, a one time thing not ment to hurt anybody. But it hurt Amy, and it hurt Matt because it was hurting Amy and it hurt me because I thought I was falling for Matt. I laughed, having just admit it to myself helped me figure it out. I'd always wanted him, that's why I didn't stop because part of me hoped that if it went on long enough he'd tell me he loved me. They were leaving now. Amy was crying still, Matt had his arm round her, he gave me a sympathetic smile over his shoulder and walked out the door. I reached for the phone knowing i had a lot of explaining to do. I called my husband up hoping he'd be able to give me a ride home. "Hello," "Hello Jeff, I need you to come pick me up....."
