A Strange Affair

"I think you'd better come in," said the blonde-haired woman. She opened the door to the apartment fully, and stood aside as I walked through the door.

She was attractive enough -- it was hard to see why her husband would want to cheat on her. She was very tall, and made taller by her black patent leather shoes with stiletto heels. I couldn't help my eyes wandering up her stockinged legs to where her short pencil skirt covered curving thighs. Her waist was thin, and I wondered whether she was wearing a corset beneath her smart black satin blouse.

Her blonde hair was tied into a tight bun fixed in place with a black ribbon. Her makeup was perfect, and not for the first time I reflected that if my wife was so attractive, I certainly wouldn't be cheating on her.

In a way, that was exactly the matter that had brought me here. I'd suspected my wife had been cheating on me. Nothing concrete, originally, and I'd fought my doubts for months. But little things that only a husband would notice began to give her away. Eventually, I'd had to rid myself of the feeling I was paranoid and try to find the there man in our relationship.

I'd followed her here, to this building and this apartment. It wasn't difficult. My wife hadn't known I was tailing her, and she seemed almost carefree as she pressed the buzzer. I'd waited outside for an hour, letting her leave. A pint in a pub around the corner settled my nerves until I knew what I had to do. I had to confront the man who was fucking my wife.

But when I returned I realised I'd missed him. While I was in the pub, he must have slipped out past me. His wife answered the buzzer, and I told her I had something vitally important to tell her.

At the door, she had hardly seemed surprised when I blurted out my tale. Perhaps he'd cheated on her before, but I have to say she seemed almost amused as she invited me in.

She offered me a drink and I nodded. What I needed was a good stiff gin. She brought me the glass, complete with ice and lemon, and I swallowed the whole thing almost without thinking.