I won’t have to

I open the door to a dark room. Blankets cover my wife leaving only her face exposed. It’s sunk into a pillow. Her breathing is swallow and steady. I tip-toe to her head. Her eyes are completely closed. She seems completely asleep. It is late, and we have had a lot to drink.

She fell asleep before we could ever rekindle our sex life. And I’m to blame. I had to put my dick in Phoebe multiple times. If I hadn’t done that, we’d probably be having hot sex right now.

I crawl into the bed, hoping the movement wakes my wife, so I can apologize for being late.

She continues to sleep.

I lay next to my wife unable to sleep. Guilt suffocates me.

I just cheated on my wife. I’m such a dirtbag. Did I really let my need for sex override my commitment to marriage? I was just about to have sex with my wife, and I chose to fuck Phoebe. I couldn’t wait five minutes to be inside my wife!?

I’m a guilty asshole. What a fucking idiot.

Fuck. I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sleep again. Do I tell my wife that I fucked my friend’s wife while she patiently waited for me? She’ll probably find out if I don’t. I can see Phoebe bragging about it at the breakfast table tomorrow. Telling everyone I couldn’t last 30 seconds inside her wet, hot, extremely tight pussy.

Fuck that two minutes was incredible. Her tightness milked my cock. My cum dripped out her when she got up off me.

Fuck. I’m getting hard at the thought of being inside her. I remember she’s still up waiting for me.

Oh god. I’m fucking awful.

I’ve already ruined my life tonight. I doubt I can fuck it up anymore.

I get out of bed and leave my wife sleeping alone.