A true story of an affair, as you’ll read, it’s told by the husband … Of course I changed all identifying data …
The next two blogs will tell the story from the perspective of the betrayed wife and her “best friend”.
People are always so disapproving of having an affair. But where they’re really brutal is when it’s with your spouse’s best friend. That’s the worst kind of betrayal, so they say – but actually, it’s really pretty common. Now, don’t start beating me up for saying that – sit tight and let me tell you how it happened…
I used to travel a lot, and being a normal red-blooded young guy, I had the opportunity to have the occasional one-night stand. I really didn’t think much of it, and I don’t think it had any impact on my marriage. I loved my wife. She had no way of knowing what was going on, and I was convinced that “what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you”.
When the kids started elementary school we decided to move to a better school district – a new community, new home and new neighbors. Jim and Geena lived next door. We were all about the same age, and we quickly became best friends. I was Jim’s friend, my wife was Geena’s friend, and their kids used to be like an extended family.
Geena was hot, but she was definitely off-limits. Barring the occasional sexual fantasy, I never really thought of anything serious…
Then, out of the blue, two years later, Jim comes home and tells Geena he’s in love with his new assistant, and he’s going to file for divorce!
We were blown away! (You know how sometimes you think you know someone until you realize you don’t know them at all?) Of course my wife was enraged, and Geena was absolutely devastated.
Later, I had a beer with Jim who said he’d married Geena mostly because she was the girl everyone expected him to marry. He said, that was then, and this is now – and he found his soul-mate; and isn’t about to let her go. I didn’t know what to say, so I just wished him luck. (It’s what guys do.)
Jim moved out, and Geena and the kids stayed in the house, so naturally she started hanging out at our house quite a bit. Also, my wife told me to help Geena with some of her household repair stuff since I’m pretty handy. Besides, I felt sorry for her, too.
One day she needed me to check out a leaky roof, but when we went up the stairs she slipped and fell on the stairs. Nothing serious happened, but she started crying. You know the type of crying that’s not really about the physical pain – but the emotional kind?
So now she’s crying, and of course I had to hug her; but then one thing led to another and before we knew it – we found ourselves in bed having amazing sex.
It was great and horrible at the same time. Then, she started crying again because she felt bad about betraying my wife; and I felt that I needed to console her, again. I guess I was consoling myself for my own disloyalty. After all, having sex with my wife’s best friend is a lot different than an out-of-town one-nighter,
We told each other we’d keep it a secret, and of course – never do it again … But we did, and it went on for almost a year. Finally, I broke it off when it became clear that Geena had fallen for me.
Besides, I really loved my wife!
Still, my wife kept on encouraging me to help Geena with her house and yard; and to coach her kids in baseball. Sometimes it seemed like she was pushing us into each other’s arms. But, the strange thing was that Geena stopped caring about my wife. In fact, I think her divorce made her bitter and predatory. I’ll never forget the time she said to me “Why should she have everything – a loving husband, three great kids, a good job and a great body.”!
So for me, this was the beginning of the end. Yes, the sex had been great, and we had been great friends, but I was beginning to feel like a weasel. Even when I would try to rationalize it, it didn’t work anymore.
I started feeling extremely guilty and Geena’s nasty comments about my wife made it more difficult to think of it ‘as only sex’.
I started pulling away and Geena, sensing it, started dating. For a while she would come to our house telling us about her dates and sexual escapades – maybe hoping to enrage me, but the truth was that I was relieved.
Finally, Geena met a guy, sold her house, and they moved on.
My wife couldn’t understand why Geena didn’t stay friends, so she told herself that maybe Geena needed to disconnect because we were a reminder of her bad marriage.
But I knew the truth.
So, having an affair with your wife’s best friend is one of the most natural things in the world because she’s there; it’s convenient’ and you already feel fondness and familiarity. In our case she was next door and she was suffering. I know it sounds cold, but it was easy in the beginning. Later on I started hating myself, and at the very end, I hated Geena.
It’s been twenty years since the affair with Geena. We ran into her at a party. She looked much older but still good.
I felt nothing.