A Cheating Situation

By Marilyn Lee

A Marilyn Lee Confession—
James Relihan has it all: a great job, no real debt, and a wife who is also his best friend. Everything is right in his world—until his college lover, Jemma, comes calling one Thanksgiving weekend when his wife is out of town. Although James loves his wife Tasha, Jemma always lit up his nights in a way Tasha never had. When Jemma makes it clear she wants one last fling, James is forced to decide between being faithful to the wife who loves him or risking it all for the chance to enjoy one last, clandestine fling with the woman who put the GOOD in good sex.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marilyn Lee Unleashed
• Release date: Jan 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386276371

Marilyn Lee

Marilyn Lee lives, works, and writes on the East Coast. In addition to thoroughly enjoying writing erotic romances, she enjoys roller-skating, spending time with her large, extended family, and rooting for all her hometown sports teams. Her other interests include collecting Doc Savage pulp novels from the thirties and forties and collecting Marvel comics from the seventies and eighties (particularly Thor and The Avengers). Her favorite TV shows are forensic shows, westerns (Gunsmoke and Have Gun, Will Travel are particular favorites), mysteries (loves the old Charlie Chan mysteries. Her all-time favorite mystery movie is probably Dead, Again), and nearly every vampire movie or television show ever made (Forever Knight and Count Yorga, Vampire are favorites). Marilyn has won numerous writing accolades, including a CAPA award for Bloodlust: Conquering Mikhel Dumont and the following Lub-Dubs Awards for 2009: Lifetime Achievement Award, In Blood And Worth Loving (Best erotic novel and best sci-fi/fantasy/paranormal Award. She loves to hear from readers who can email her at [e-mail] or who can visit her website, http://www.marilynlee.org. Visit her Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/marilyn.lee.393950?ref=tn_tnmn) She has a Yahoo! Group called Love Bytes that readers can join by sending an email to [e-mail]

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Chapter One

If you’re a person given to judging other people, I’ll tell you now you’re not going to like me or my story—especially when you realize this happened over the Thanksgiving weekend. But such a reaction is understandable since I didn’t like myself much after that weekend either.

If you’re a person who realizes the great generosity of women and that men often make indefensible decisions when thinking with their third leg, read on. I’ll share a cautionary tale of how lust can sometimes lead the best-intentioned person astray. Read on and you might learn something that will keep you from blowing the best thing that ever happened to you for the sake of raw, unmitigated lust.

By the time Tasha and I committed to each other, we’d been through so much together that cheating on her was not in my game plan. With her, I felt loved, adored, and completely happy. I had everything any man in his right mind could ever want. I loved my job. Beyond our mortgage and car payments, we had no debt and I honestly loved being her husband. Although she was still a little shy and sometimes hesitant to try new things in bed, she’d rarely said no to sex when I wanted it.

When I look back, I can’t believe how easily I trampled on everything I held dear by cheating on the best woman I’d ever met. But that’s what I did—even though I felt none of the discontent that often creates the perfect storm and excuse for cheating.

I guess what I was feeling was a sense of wistful regret for what might have been. No doubt, Tasha was great. In addition to working full time, she was a fantastic homemaker, a good friend, and a sweet lover. But she was no match in bed to Jemma Walters who had never taken any prisoners when it came to pleasing a man—hers or other women’s.

By some odd stroke of bad luck, Jemma called on the very night that Tasha had left Philly to spend two weeks in Atlanta with her mom who was recovering from major surgery. This was going to be our first Thanksgiving celebrated separately since college. She’d wanted me to accompany her to Atlanta but for some reason I said no—even though I’d always liked her mom.

Tasha had been worrying about her mom and working a lot of overtime before she left so we hadn’t really had a good fuck in what felt like ages. She never denied me when I was in the mood, but her heart just hadn’t been in it. I was horny as hell and ripe for seduction when I picked up the phone that night on Thanksgiving eve.

Hello? I said, frowning at the name unknown message on the caller I.D.

Hello, Jimmy.

The moment I heard that sultry voice from my past, I was on a downward trajectory leading straight to her bed. Jemma?

I’m pleased you remember me.

As if any man who had ever been fortunate enough to fuck her could ever forget her. Yes, I said, feeling my cock stirring. I remember you. And all those wild, hot nights spent fucking ourselves senseless.

I’m in town for a few days and I was hoping you and Tasha would have Thanksgiving dinner with me or if you have other plans you can’t break, maybe just lunch or breakfast.

When?

How about tonight?

I’d just got home from a long day at work and hadn’t undressed while I tried to decide if I should eat out or warm up some of the meals Tasha and prepared and frozen before she left. She’d stayed up in the wee hours the night before making my Thanksgiving meal so I’d have a home cooked dinner—even if I had it by myself. I’d toyed around with the idea of asking one or two of my single friends over to share it. But all that went out the window at the thought of seeing Jemma again—alone.

Still, if I hadn’t been thinking with my dick, I would have said no and hung up. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Tasha’s out of town.

Leaving you alone on Thanksgiving?

Her mom is recovering from an operation so she’s spending some time with her.

Too bad. I’m here alone. Looks like it’ll just be the two of us for turkey day then. Where would you like to have dinner?

We agreed on a restaurant and set our meet time at eight-thirty. You don’t meet that late for Thanksgiving dinner. You do for a drink before hitting the sack.

But I can’t make it tonight, I said, which was my one vain attempt to do the right thing.

Tomorrow night then and I’m not taking no for an answer, Jim. I want to spend Thanksgiving with you.

Tomorrow night, I agreed and hung up.

It would be good to see her again. Our last meeting, four and

Reviews for A Cheating Situation

[mintedrose · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

This was awful. The wife got the short end of that stick.

[Debbie DiFiore · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

The main male character was a total pig in the story. She should have left him. So gross and very depressing. The wife was a moron for forgiving him. Just disgusting.