I am Infidelity

I am Infidelity.

I am the one who will make his fantasies reality. I am the one you despise and fear. The one who lingers behind in your husband's office when all the others are gone, and the lights are going off. That's who I am. I'm the short skirt, that flash of bare ass when the pen drops. I'm the one in the heels and those sexy stockings with the seam on the back.

Yes ladies, the ones your legs are too fat for.

I'm wearing the lacey boyshorts, the thong, the one who doesn't wear a bra. I'm young enough to do that.

He's working late?

No, don't bring dinner.

He's having it between my thighs.

I'm there when you have that headache. I'm the "few drinks" he's having at the bar.

The weight he's lifting at the gym.

I'm "guys night out".

I am infidelity.

That mystery charge on the credit card. That bracelet you've never seen. That's me. That super sexy new move he tries in bed, that new pep- in - his - step.

I am the business trip, the weekend getaway, and the random key on the keychain. Hello, I'm the phone call. You know, when he looks at you before he answers? That's me, the call he walks off to take, the reason his phone is on vibrate when you are together.

I am because you won't. I will, take it where he wants to put it, swallow when you spit, let him have his way and never say no.

I am, just because he could.

I make him feel young, sexy, important, funny and worthy again. With me, he never has to hide. I don't nag, cry, or complicate things. With me he does as he wants. In my world there are only fun times, and no responsibilities. I am because you aren't. Because you used to be.

This is me, I'm infidelity. Any more questions?