This story contains mature or graphic content.
I always thought when men cheat, they do it with sexy young girls who wear Catholic schoolgirl outfits, and have small waists and great tits.
My boyfriend volunteered to sit in the front seat, while his business associate and I sat in back. He grabbed my hand and made it stay on his lap. I don’t know what he was saying to his wife on the phone and all I could understand was, “Honey, I am with the American!” I felt uncomfortable and a bit guilty, but I guess enough alcohol can make you shameless and stupidly brave. He spoke in an exaggerated silly manner. I could hear his wife giggle on the other end while he led my hand to the bulge in his pants. I wanted to correct him that I am not an American, but that would just be too ironic in this situation full of wrongs. I looked out of the window of the tiny European cab and watched the scenery of this familiar but strange country slide by my eyes.
I suddenly felt sad and ridiculous about the whole thing. My hand stroked him up and down; I could feel warmth through his pants and also the cold within me. I couldn’t believe he was getting bigger without any emotional context. Perhaps his arousal was caused only by my hand, or by the knowledge that I was his multi-million dollar business partner’s girlfriend. The cause of my cooling heart was the trusting laughter I overheard on his little cell phone and the good night kisses he gave his three children in his loving father image, while holding my hand down on his erect cock. The rest of the night was uneventful compared to that. After we got out of the cab, he pretended he was too drunk to walk, but stared at me with his deep, sober eyes on the dance floor.
Three months later, I already forgot about him, and that’s when I got the email.
“I am sorry it took me so long to reply, but I did have to care about my partnership with your ex. I went out with him last night and he told me that you guys broke up. I wrote you as fast as I got home. I couldn’t forget how beautiful you were and the time we shared in the cab. Now that you are free, would you like to meet me?”
