Lynda ended up flying to New York for a week with a girlfriend of ours, who I knew was both wild and single. Both my fantasies and my fears ran wild for the week she was gone. When she returned, I sensed she felt ill-at-ease. Even though she had cheated regularly in every relationship she had ever had, she was not a good liar and had trouble hiding things. I knew it was just a matter of time until she confessed to something and I was right.
A few nights after her return, we were home having a nice night sharing a bottle of wine, when she announced that she had something to tell me. Reluctantly, she related a story how the second night she was there, they went to a party where there were a lot of hot guys hitting on her. She was very proud to tell me that despite the temptation she had not done anything with any of them. She just got felt up and did some kissing, so to her that was nothing.
About three nights later, there was another gathering, not really a party, where most of the same people were there. One of the same guys was really putting the move on Lynda, while his buddy was working on Lynda's friend. They made some headway - more fondling and kissing - but nothing more. Again, she was proud of herself for that. The next night, however, those same two guys showed up at her friend's apartment and things changed.