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There are many reasons that someone would carry on an extra-marital relationship. Some people do it for selfish ego boosting reasons. Others are compelled because of a total lack of love and respect for a partner they never wanted to be with. Some people just like the excitement of doing somethng that they are not supposed to, the adrenaline rush. Whatever the reason, when a man or woman decides to complicate their lives in this way, and it does complicate things, they have decided to set aside any moral qualms and put their relationships and sometimes their reputations at risk.

A few months ago, I started an affair with a married woman. She started it, to be more precise. Not that it matters, we are both accountable for our actions, but I probably would have been too chicken to make a move to begin with. It started with jokes and harmless flirting. We texted each other incessantly about everything from the idiocy of pop culture to cult classic movies. We really clicked with each other and I thought that I had found a good friend in her. I had also begun to develope a rapport with her husband. He was a good guy and he seemed to genuine like me as well.

Things started to change one day when I got a text from her asking if I wanted to go out for drinks. At first I thought she meant with her and a group of friends, or maybe her and her husband. Soon I realized that she meant just the two of us. I wasn't sure how to reply so I strung her a long fro a week while I wrestled for an answer. With more than a little trepidation, I accepted her offer. She swung by my place and picked me up. We found a little hole in the wall near my apartment that was secluded enough. The conversation was standard for us. We argued on whether or not I Spit On Your Grave was really worth being called a cult classic. I said no. She staunchly disagreed. I thought that my apprehensions were resolved. We were just two friends having drinks. So what, right? It wasn't until we pulled up back at my place that she made her intentions clear. "Don't I get a hug?" she said as I stepped out of the car. "Sure. I guess." She got out and gave me a warm bear hug. We stood there for a while. She massaged my back while squeezing me close. It was then that I knew that she wanted to be more than friends.

Things seemed to happen in a whirlwind after that. She started coming over on a weekly basis giving me massages, telling me how she thoguht of me every day, and feeding my waning ego. It was too long before

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