Just My Thing

I have a thing for married men; married men who cheat in particular.

I wonder what they are in bed with their mistresses. Is there a passion that is rekindled when they take that wedding band off and sneak into bleached bedspreads with a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob? Is there a renewed sense of freedom as they do not have to worry about keeping the woman that they have sex with happy all the time by taking the trash out and buying her flowers from time to time? Is there a sense of adventure with the mere thought of being caught red-handed while in the midst of a mind-throbbing ejaculation?

I met James 2 years ago. He was dropping his children off at the club for swimming lessons that I taught on Saturday mornings. One look at him and I knew that he was unhappy. His hazel eyes had a distant gaze and his robotic smile gave it all away. 2 weeks after our first meeting, I asked him out on a date. He said yes. In less than a week, we had a cheap room at Comfort Inn where I realized first-hand that James had not had sex for a long time...of course, up until that day. We continued to have sex for months after that...sometimes in the evening, sometimes during the day, and sometimes on the phone, when I wanted time off from him.

James no longer interests me these days. You see I have a thing for married men who cheat. James is now married to me and I suspect that he is not cheating.

I am going out on a date next week with Ken.