Plain, simple, weakness...

"I don't have any other explanation except that I just... screwed up." She says softly. "I let Hannah make me feel foolish for having only been with one guy all these years, and then I let myself feel old and un-fun when the girl were having a good time, and then I let myself get into a bad situation." She sounds angry with herself. "You always say: 'not me. I'm never going to do that. I'd never make that mistake.' And then you find yourself...walking into their hotel room...and..." she trails off, clearly not wanting to rehash the details.
"I remember leaving that room...stumbling really. I was coming down, sobering up...and I felt like... just trash." She's starting to cry.
"Hey..." you grab her hand. "We're all only human." You decide to own up. "I want to tell you something that you probably won't like, but I think it might help."
"Okay?" she looks at you.
"Well... at Dane's bachelor party..." as soon as you start, her eyes fill with fear. You explain about getting drunk. About Dane's aggressive daring and egging you on. About letting the stripper pull out your cock and suck it.
"That's as far as it went, thank God." You finish your story. "So you see? We've both fucked up..."
You fear her anger, but her expression is more thoughtful. "Wow. I never even suspected. {if JennaxJason > 2
} At least you didn't fuck her...like...like I did..."
"At the end of the day, does it make that much difference how far it went?" You say.
"I guess not." She murmurs. {else
} Receiving is a little less... I don't know. It feels like getting it isn't as bad as giving it. Active, versus passive, I guess."
"It'd be easy for me to believe that, but I 'm not going to pretend I have the high ground." {endif
}
"So what's the answer?" She looks at you.
"I don't know." You reply, looking at her. She looks dejected. "I know this: I still love you as much today as I did when I first saw you."
"M...me too...." she sniffles, unable to stop a tear from rolling down her cheek.
"And I'm not interested in leaving."
"Neither!!" She grabs your hand.
"So...I guess we just have to believe that we're stronger than our mistakes." You turn your body towards hers. "I can't promise I'll never fuck up again, and I wouldn't expect you to either."
She nods, though she seems ****. "I want to tell you so much that I'd never let something like that happen again...but you're right. We're only human."
"So... let's just put the past in the past and try to be better in the future."
For answer, she lunges forward, throwing her arms around you and kissing you fiercely. You pitch backwards, nearly rolling into the pool.
"Jesus, Jenna. Careful!" But then you return her fierce affection with your own.
"James..." she whispers. "I...I need you. I need my husband to fuck my brains out right...fucking...now!!!" She squirms her body against yours. "Show me how stupid I was...own every inch of me, baby."