Blogindlæg 30/07-09 00:42

He sighed as she watched her light a cigarette and taking the first draw. “That was… Refreshing,” she said and blew the smoke out into the room. He didn’t know whether she meant the cigarette or the fuck, but he didn’t ask. He knew he’d soon get to the point where he would start feeling guilty, so he pulled her close again and enjoyed laying naked next to her. “Hey hey, watch the cigarette,” she said as she put it down on the ashtray on her nightstand. She turned to him and smiled. He hated the fact that he wasn’t the only one seeing her like this. In fact he wasn’t really allowed to. He kissed her cheek, as she stretched her arms out. He pinched his eyes together as something from her hand gleamed in the sunlight. Her wedding-band. He sighed, he hated that she belonged to another man. “I hate that thing,” he said. “What?” she asked and smiled. “Your wedding-band,” he said. “Oh, Darling,” she smiled and kissed his cheek, “I know what you’re going through.” “Really? And how is that?” he asked. “My husband, he’s married to his work, not me…” She sighed a bit. “Maybe your marriage peaked early?” he suggested, just mentioning what came to his mind. “That’s why I need you, Darling,” she said and patted his cheek. At that he swore to himself that he’d never want to neglect his wife or girlfriend in a way that would make her sleep with another man. He’d never share love. He’d never become like him. His conscience now started telling him that this was wrong. Again. He always felt like this afterwards. He shouldn’t sleep with a married woman. It was wrong. He was exactly like her husband already, ‘cause she also cheated on him with her husband, he’d never want to be like him, but now – behind his own back – he already was…



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