The next big thing I want to tell you all about was what happened to Ryan and me after we “officially” cheated the first time.

So… After Ryan and I had sex the first time, we talked a few times about what just happened over the next couple of days. Basically we decided a few things:

1- I had no intention of leaving my boyfriend for him. He understood that.

2- We both liked the sex. A lot.

3- We both liked the idea of not telling anybody about what we had done. Discretion was key for both of us.

4- We both thought it was incredibly hot being bad.

5- We figured that we would both be ok with “us” becoming a FWB situation.

So that’s what we did. Over the next couple of months or so, that’s exactly what we were. We just sorta sent each other flirty texts once in a while, or agreed to both be at the same parties on occasion. I remember one time when my bf was working on a class project one night, and I was actually at his house with him. I got a text from Ryan asking if I wanted to go out, and I thought it would be naughty and fun, so I told my boyfriend that a girlfriend and I were going to go to see a movie that was out then, can’t remember what it was though, and let him work without any distractions, because I was just watching tv there anyway. He said that was fine, so I kissed him goodbye and got in my car to head home. I texted Ryan on my way home telling him to pick me up in 30 min and that we should go to the movie. He did, but we didn’t.

We ended up getting Thai food and going back to his apartment for about 6 hours that night. The sex was somehow even hotter knowing that I had left my boyfriend working on a project so I could go be bad.

It was hot. It was wrong. It was a thrill for both of us.

It wasn’t like all the time though. I want to make that clear. I know there were a lot of times I told him no to meeting. If you cheat all the time, and you are trying to keep it a secret, there is probably no better way to get caught than doing it at every opportunity. Besides, not having it for a while, prolonging the times you don’t give in to temptation, make the times that you do that much sweeter and more thrilling. Believe it or not, there were times that Ryan turned me down too, for various reasons.

So this sort of FWB relationship went on for a good long time; probably like 6 months or so. Nobody ever found out. Not my boyfriend, not my friends, not even my best friend (who also happens to be my roommate). I was always very careful not to get caught. It actually surprises me how dumb (or greedy) you need to be to actually get caught cheating. I covered all my bases. Ben made sure to change Ryan’s number in my phone so that whenever he texted it would be from “Stacy” just in case I ever left my phone somewhere and my bf saw a text from Ryan. We had these “code words” that let each other know that we wanted to hook up. For example: when I wanted to meet up if would usually text “I need to go shopping soon” or he would ask me “do you have the notes for the bio lecture?” If anybody ever saw my texts they would think that Stacy and I were friends from class, nothing more. It never was a problem for me to hide my cheating.

It was always a hot thrill.