Today's short story has some adult themes. You have been warned.
The soft touch of her youthfulness, the heat of passion and flesh, the tangling of limbs and lives, the anger and betrayal – these things overwhelmed all feelings of guilt. I don't even know the woman's last name, but in all fairness, I wouldn't want to. After all, I never knew the name of my wife's lover.
For that matter, I never knew my wife.
A lot comes with 10 years of marriage. It seems every day we learned more about what we liked or disliked. Just when I thought I knew her, she'd throw me for a loop with another strange obsession. Sure, things changed. Sex became less frequent, less adventurous. Infatuation faded into complacency. Routine took over. But I never expected to see that email on her computer.
"Last night was amazing. I can't wait to see you again. How about this weekend?"
It wasn't fair. I had been loyal to her since we met, and now she was off gallivanting around! Since when did I become… boring?
I made sure to let her go that weekend. That's when I met Joanna. I wished I'd gone to that adult dating site earlier.
My own tryst was cut short. I had to make it home before my wife did, not that I would have cared if she caught me coming home late, disheveled and smelling of sex. But there were chores I wanted to do before she got home. After all, I didn't need her anymore.
She didn't come home that night. By the next morning, elation turned to jealousy. By the afternoon, anger. The following morning, fear.
They found her body 2 weeks later, stuffed into a plastic trash bag.