I guess you could say it was bound to happen, everyone else did. The four of us lived in blissful ignorance, my husband and yours included.
You were the first one to preach to me about the dangers of dating your partner and being married to him would only be that much worse. So, you had your partner, my husband had his, and I had your husband. It was perfect- the four of us got close, the six of us got great, but him and I? We were marvelous together. We became so good we were asked to teach classes, won competitions, and were eventually considered number one. It was perfect.
We all trusted eachother with our spouses fully and had no questions of intentions. We discussed our bodies, but it was part of the job. Then one day I caught myself whispering compliments to your husband after he had done the same. WHISPERING. And I realised that it had become the new norm. "Your shoulders are so much more broad than my husband's" and he'd say "your ass looks damn good tonight" I'd tell him to "sshhhhh" and give him a wink because you or my own husband would be walking closer to us, probably to ask us a question on how to do something. You'd ask what that was all about and we'd say we were just trash talking someone in the room. You believed it, we saw it as innocent. It was just a couple words here and there, no big deal, right? Right.
Your husband and me were so close that we tended to leave y'all out of things anyways so the two of you would do y'alls own thing while we did ours. We were usually at the same bar, club, or even booth but we still had that tendency to leave y'all out of the loop. It was fine though. We all had fun anyways. We were like the 4 amigos.
But then one night we were all supposed to go out but you had to cancel, so you told him to go on ahead. My husband knew he'd end up getting left out so he said just call when we were ready to leave and he'd be d.d. it was the best night in a long time. We drank, played pool, and of course we danced.
But the more drunk we got and the more we realized we were alone together for the first time, I realized just how attractive he really is. And when he grabbed my ass, he was quick to say "your husband will kill me if he ever knew I did that," but I assured him we were all better off if we just kept everything from that night to ourselves. "So you're not gonna tell him?" "Never." And that was the start of it.
We watched the band play, just a little closer than we probably should have been. But then a couple more drinks in and we couldn't stand up strait. We put our arms around eachother to help keep steady but it wasn't working well enough. Eventually his arm was around my waist and I hand my fingers intertwined with his, my other hand's fingers looped in his belt loops. In that moment we were a lot more than friends.
The band went home and I think it was a country song that played first, and we danced more sloppy than I could almost believe, but I loved every second of it. Then it was rap, and neither of us are much into it, but when I went to leave the floor he pulled me back and lead me into the crowd. I was pretty good at the grinding thing, from what I could remember from high school, but I could tell he didn't do much of it in his lifetime. But you know he has rhythm so it could have been worse. It may have been a sight to see but in our drunkenness and with eyes full of lust, we couldn't tell the difference. We didn't want to.
He turned me around to face him, put my arm around his neck and his on my waist pulling me closer. His hand cupped my face and pulled me in. His mouth against my ear, "is he ever gonna find out?" I just shook my head, pulled back, looked him in the eye, and we went in at the same time. It was the most passionate kiss I'd ever experienced and I could just tell he felt the same way. Maybe it was the way he pushed me against the nearest wall, or how he picked me up and leaned me against the bar and trailed kissed down my neck, not the wet sexual kind, but sweet little pecks that you only give to the person you love more than yourself.
Next thing I know it's half an hour after closing and i had just called my husband to come get us. We'd spent the last hour talking, holding hands, but this time with space between us. We talked about our love for our spouses, how much y'all mean of us and how much we mean to you. My husband took us to get some food and you actually met us there. I saw the way you looked at him and the way my husband looks at me and I couldn't help but look back with the same love in my eyes. It was the same as it had always been with the four of us.
When we were getting ready to leave the two of you, my husband and you, left us inside to take care of the tab. We ended up having another cup of coffee together and we never said it but we knew we could never tell anyone about what had happened that night. We were partners and spent too much time together to not want to test it and when we did we found out just how much attraction and passion was really there. It was a lot, maybe too much. But not damn near as much as I care for my husband, and sure as hell not as much as yours cares for you. We might be together one day but I can guarantee that as long as you or my husband may live, I will never kiss your husband again.
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