All but one room is booked.

The Town House operates as such; you send in your money and gender, and two days later, they send you a key to the front door and a date to show. It is a 'bring your own protection' and first come first serve, type of establishment. The house is hosting a 'newbie event' on Friday evening, but I have no intention of ever doing this again, so learning the way the house works with other newbies does sound appealing to me. As a result, I registered for a much quieter Tuesday Night.

That evening it literally took me hours to pick out what to wear. I must have tried on at least eight dresses, not to mention every piece of underwear I own. Even though I would never see this man again, I still didn't want to seem like a slut, and yet I also did not want to kill the mood by dressing like a complete prude. As a result, I finally choose a simple blue dress with a black thong and matching bra. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized I could have spent more time on my hair and makeup, but it is the middle of the week, I had to work today, and frankly, I'M PAYING FOR THIS, so who cares if my hair is a little bit out of place and my nails aren't entirely perfect, the man is still going to get my pussy and the money.

I knew my indecisiveness would cost me one day, and today is the day because when Chris and I finally entered the townhouse, all but one key has been taken. And of course, it was the one key I didn't want, the basement dungeon. Well, the money is already spent, so I can't turn back now, so I nervously walked up and took the last key off the hook.

Just to hear Chris's voice crack as he says, "ah honey. If you take that one, I certainly won't be able to watch."

I turned to him and smiled, "I guess this is where we part ways then." There is a pause in the room, "but before we do, this is your last chance to come clean with anything else you have done. If I find out about anything else after this, I don't think I will be able to take it."

My husband's face turns ghost white; it is his telltale sign that he is hiding something, "so what is it." I placed my hands on my hips, trying to hold the 'Strong woman' position. "What haven't you told me."

Chris bows his head "this wasn't my first affair. I had one with my intern."

I smirked, "and when was it," I pursued him for an answer.

--- THANKS TO 11kestrels for this

Chris cleared his throat. "While you were pregnant. I'm sorry. It was just too much of a temptation. You were all big and round, and you didn't seem so interested in sex, and I felt abandoned."

I should have been angry. I should have run home, gathered my things, and my son's things and left him sitting there. But I did say this was the time to come clean and he did. I turned to him and looked him in the eyes and said, "I would never abandon you, Chris. You are the love of my life. But I do understand why you did what you did. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel abandoned. But you should have talked to me about it instead of doinking the first intern at work that looked at you. It's because of that first encounter that you did it a second time. If you had talked to me back then, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now."

"So, you're not mad at me?" Chris dared to say those words.

"Of course, I'm mad at you. What makes you think I'm not? I'm just being rational, and I'm channeling that anger into something else called ****. But now I see I have to do it twice. Anything else I should know?"

Chris's face went white. "Yes. The intern had a baby. It's definitely mine."

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That struck me right to my core. What made the matter worse, he really didn't have to tell me her name or even when it was. I instantly knew what one it was. There was this cute little blond thing that my husband was mentoring before her senior year of college. A saw her a few times leaving my husband's office when I came to have lunch with him until now I didn't think anything of it. On the weekends, since she didn't have any family over in the area, I even invited her over for Sunday dinner, and of course, it became more difficult for me because of the pregnancy, we even game her a little extra money so that after work, she would come around and help out. I thought it odd that around Christmas, when I ask about how she was doing, all Chris said was, "She didn't make it." When I pressed him about how such a hard working girl could fail out, all he said was, "I really don't know the college wouldn't tell me much."