The Affair Goes South

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From then on, you and Valli meet up for sex almost every day, sometimes several times a day.

Your actual partner seems to be okay with you absconding; you either come up with a flimsy excuse or just disappear without explanation.

But your lifestyle is too addictive. Despite how wrong this is, you do feel happier and more satisfied. You notice yourself smiling at your spouse more, now that you don’t feel resentful about having your needs neglected, since Valli has been fulfilling you.

One day, your partner looks extra pretty and perfumed, and they sit you down at the living room table.

Their smile is bright and huge. “Baby, I know you’ve been seeing someone.”

Your mouth drops open. You’re about to deny it when your partner holds up a hand.

“I’m not mad,” your partner says in a calm tone. “I was suspicious from the day we got that call from Valli. And I was angry at first. But I spoke with a friend about this, and now I have a better idea. I’m perfectly okay with you seeing someone else, as long as I get to see other people, too.”

“What — Have you got someone in mind already?” you squeak out. Jealousy fills you, even though you have no right to judge.

Your partner gives you a small smile. “Yes. Someone from my past called me up, wanting to reconnect. At first, I turned her down, but later, I reconsidered.” Your partner’s smile widens. “She is really hot, you know, with a body to die for. Heck, I’m almost glad that I don’t have to resist her temptations anymore.”

You wonder if your partner is trying to rile you up on purpose. “Are you fucking her already?”

Your significant other’s face turns crimson. “No, not yet. I wanted to go the honest route and ask you first. But I’ve certainly had a lot of fantasies about her.” Their eyes grow glazed and dreamy, and you wish you can wring that woman’s neck for “stealing” your partner’s heart.

They continue, “I still like you, you know, even with everything going on with you and Valli. But I am willing to make this deal with you. I let you see Valli, and I get to see my Varia.”

You grit your teeth that your partner already calls her name with such affection. But what other choice do you have? Breaking things off with Valli would make you too depressed. You’re jealous as hell of this Varia, especially as she sounds like a vixen who has hooks in your partner’s body and soul already. You won’t win against the woman.

With a last ditch effort at some dignity, you say, “Okay, but let me see her pictures, first.”

“I can do you one better,” your partner replies. “I’ll show you a video she sent me.”

Your face grows red with fury but you’re not backing down. It’s like your partner is taking revenge on you, and is thoroughly enjoying it.

When you watch the video, you are stunned. The redheaded woman in the clip, is so gloriously seductive. No wonder your partner is secretly thrilled that they have an excuse to bang her now.

“So we each have our own paramours, yeah?” you remark with a smirk.

Your partner smirks back. “Looks like it.”

While you can’t dampen your envy, the mature side of you thinks it’s only fair, so you agree to this arrangement.

At first, it’s a relief that you get to have sex with Valli whenever you want now. But you and your partner spend less and less time with each other. You don’t even sleep together anymore, both preferring your paramours instead. But even sex with Valli feels less exciting now that your partner openly allows it.

Neither you nor your spouse want to discuss it, but the end is coming. The two of you live separate lives under the same roof. Even roommates who are strangers aren’t as cold and distant as you two are.

You wonder how other couples manage open relationships, since this isn’t what’s supposed to happen, is it? The thought is devastating and you feel useless that you can never maintain a relationship long term.

One day, you can’t take it anymore and announce to your partner that you want to break up. There’s no point pretending that there’s anything left between you.

What hurts the most is when your partner gives you a cool smile and agrees. It’s like they can’t be bothered to fight for you. You’re disposable to them after all, like a piece of junk.

After your divorce, you feel so miserable that you drown yourself in alcohol. You don’t even want Valli to screw you anymore, believing that he was the cause of your grief, even though deep inside, you know that you’re the one to blame.

Valli at least doesn’t push, and soon, he finds himself another hot young thing to fuck. You feel both relieved and upset. Same as your ex, Valli just treated you like overnight garbage.

After Valli is gone, you try going out on more dates, more hookups, anything. But nothing satisfies the ache. People tend to find you very attractive at first, but they soon lose interest once they learn how empty and soulless you are. And you really do feel soulless.

Perhaps it’s better to be alone with your own bullshit. But you always long for company anyway, even if it’s just barroom gropes and one-night stands.

At least strangers still find you sexy, even if none of them care about you. Not that you have the faith to let anyone in anymore.

The End

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