Can you help a cheater?

Hi Everyone,

I’ve been absent from the internet for a while – partially because my relationship is going well and partially because most of my friends now know about it and so I can talk to them about stuff.

I am seeking advice for something I cannot talk about amongst my group. I have a friend, we’ll call her M who is married to another friend, E. M is having a rough time right now with regards to her marriage and recently told me she cheated on E while out of town with another close friend, J (who is also married!).

These people are all in our close knit group of friends, and I am kinda annoyed she spilled the beans to me because I have NO CLUE what to do, and if there is even anything I can/should do.

Now, here’s the ringer: M has cheated before… last year, with ME. I’ve posted this story on here before. The thing is, I feel I was essentially lied to in that scenario, I talked with my SO, Ouroboros BEFORE anything happened, AND after as well. We talked about it, I don’t care if anyone else knows, I am an open book. She knows he knows, I thought her husband didn’t care, She said she would talk to him afterwards as well, but now after months of asking her to say something, she never said a word to him. Even though I am not a man, I still think this is cheating and it PISSES me off that I was put in this situation when I tried SOOOO hard to be honest and open, and blah blah blah.
So – I am stuck in the middle of this horrid scenario between friends because of this girl.

I can’t bring up the new situation to anyone because it’s not my business, if the spouses know I know, who knows what the fallout of betrayal from me would be. Especially because of what happened last year.

ARGH.

She just wants me to pretend she never said anything/ nothing ever happened… I can’t do that! I told her in an email to get professional help, gave her some resources, and said I cannot drop it. I don’t plan on bugging her, but I cannot forget, these people are my close friends and the fallout could be disastrous.

I hate that I am so involved after trying to be good.

I am thinking about giving space with our “friendship” until this either blows over, or she gets help – whatever comes first.

Thoughts?

Thanks.

Starry Night

Part One – Starry Night

In California, the nights cool down considerably once the sun hides behind the curve of the earth. This winter night seemed just warm enough, however, to justify wearing a small spaghetti strap dress to a local social gathering. It was white, with a little bit of rouching along the chest, and some flowing layers that ended just above the knee. In preparation for the party, she brushed silver and blue glitter all over it, and glued a couple of iridescent rhinestones on the dress in an effort to highlight her best features.

There were no plans for that night except to spend time with friends, dance, and drink pink colored champagne out of stemmed punch glasses made from plastic. It was kitschy, she recognized that, and enjoyed the atmosphere more because of it; it took the formality away even further as she drank from them. Every time she giggled at a joke, some spilled on her breasts, and she was constantly trying to wipe it off subtlety.

The theme for the night was based on an old prom theme, “starry night”. As she mingled throughout the crowds, she took note of the decorations and wondered how much effort went into planning the event. She meandered throughout the house, still a bit shy as to how she should dance, or present herself for  small talk, or even the occasional smooch from a good looking man.

Pictures were taken at a homemade photo booth; bulbs were flashing while smiles and antics were captured on film forever – frozen in time. The party was so active that the photographers took very little time in examining the photos to see how poses came across and if duplicates should have been taken. If they had, they might have noticed the elicit gestures given by drunken comrades towards each other and the camera. Other notable items were missing from the frames as well, sometimes a full figure wasn’t captured or seemed fuzzy in the photo.

She had fun with all these antics, however, wandered off to the bedroom, snooping around, not quite intoxicated enough to maintain a high energy level at a late hour of the night. She wandered in and sat on the bed on top of the pile of jackets. She poked around the clothing enjoying the feel of different materials. This sensation aroused her, and she reached her finger down to feel a wet spot quickly forming in her panties. She knew this was wrong, and could be walked in on at any moment, but massaged herself for a bit anyhow, and slid her middle finger in herself as she took a deep breath. The door creaked open; someone wanted their jacket. She tried to act as normal as possible, and the partygoer did not even notice. She left the room, a bit giddy, a bit frustrated, and wandered into the garage to cool off.

She walked onto the cool concrete of the garage floor and moved to sit on a futon placed perpendicular to the door, where another partygoer was already sitting, sipping a beer. As she walked closer, he moved aside, clearly intoxicated, to give her a spot to settle on. They had met before, but had not yet gotten the chance to know each other in person. After some small talk, they decided to leave the party together. She parked her car near a friend’s house, and he lived in the neighborhood, so they walked together, maintaining conversations until they reached her car.

She drove a red pickup truck that seemed too big for her small stature. She unlocked the door, and lifted herself up and onto the seat. As she was facing out the door, legs dangling, he walked close to her and kissed her for the first time. She enjoyed this fully, and her already damp pussy began to swell once more. The kiss multiplied, and intensified as his lips moved down onto her neck.

With a small bite, he caused her to wince. Pleasure derived from pain filled her chest. He bit again, this time harder, followed by a sudden jerk away from her. He asked her to come to his place for some more fun. She breathed quietly, and said this was as far as she could go tonight. He hopped on his bike and began to ride away as she closed the door, turned on the engine, and began her trip home.

About five minutes into her drive, as the endorphin rush began to fade, she touched her neck in memory of his kisses. When she pulled her hand away, she felt the cool sensation of evaporation on her fingertips and her clavicle. Thinking it was saliva, she wiped her hand off onto the lap of her white dress. A dark stain appeared where she placed her fingers. The sight of blood almost caused her to drive off the road. It was then that she realized she had been bitten by a creature of the night in secret. True darkness had overcast the earth, turning this starry night into a true starry nightmare.

Hot and Humid.

It was a night of humidity. One of those evenings when the mosquitos rise up from the wet ground and huddle in sheltered places. Frogs chirped as if to cry out joy for the new rain and insect meals. The shutters in her room don’t close, so she was left to secure herself within the confines of her bed and the mosquito net. The fan in the corner swept the room with refreshing bursts of air and blew a rogue strand of hair past her face as she lay there, her eyes closed, attempting rest on a restless night. The mind wanders when it encounters boredom, making sleep more difficult. She remembered the lean, muscular Rastafarian that had said hello to her earlier in the day. He made her drop her things in response to his flirting comments, embarrassing her. The image of him stayed in her mind and made her smile throughout the rest of the day.

The passing thought of him now, began to make her wet. She could feel the warmth of the blood coursing through her system down to her genitals. Her vulva began to open and wet her panties underneath the covers. She decided to reach down and feel to see if she could push her imagination further.  As she began fondling herself, a smile stretching across her face, the door creaked open. She stopped abruptly and said “hello” cautiously. A figure walked towards her bed, and reached a hand out to her. The figure was a man. He said “come”. The voice was warm and calming. The sensation of butterflies flitted in her stomach as she pulled open the curtains of the mosquito net, grabbed his hand, and walked out of the room with him.

They tiptoed down the wooden stairs to the outside of the field station, and began to make the journey to a stream which resided down a windy path from the field station. He tightened his grip around her hand and silently, but carefully, led her there. She was still only in her underpants and a tight, short, ripped t-shirt. They walked barefoot, adrenaline and endorphins masking any pain from sharp objects in their way. About half way down, he stopped, placed his hand behind the nape of her neck and kissed her. The kiss was all encompassing. Every nerve ending of her body was tingling. Her panties were too small to hold her wetness in, it was now clinging to her thigh as it ran down towards the ground. He grasped her hand once again, and filled with excitement, they ran the rest of the way to the water.

He got in first, reaching up to lift her in gracefully. They kissed again. He was already shirtless, the water turned muscles slippery, and they moved over each other effortlessly. With one hand, he lifted her wet t-shirt up, revealing the hard nipples that had only minutes before peeked through the thin fabric. He massaged one breast in his hand, licked it, and then in placed it between his lips. Her head tilted backwards to allow for the pleasure to overtake her.

She reached downward while kissing and brushed her hand against his hard cock. The size of it rattled her, and she tightened her fingers around the shaft near the base, lifting upwards slowly just to enjoy it. With another movement and the water’s help she removed his shorts, leaving them to float in the water. They were standing face to face now, hands all over each other. He moved the both of them over to a boulder in the stream and lifted his body just enough above water to allow her to slide her mouth over his cock. She enjoyed his taste and the held on to the base as she moved up and down, up and down, and up and down, adding length to the movements with one hand while another cupped his balls. He began to moan. She moved faster, got wetter, and became more enthusiastic. She smiled as he took her hair, and although it was with force, gently pulled her head back, up, and close to his face.

He dipped back into the water again and lifted upwards to stand face to face with her. This movement, coupled with her extreme pleasure from pleasing him, led to his cock slipping right into her past her panties. It was unexpected, yet desired. Her vagina spasmed just from the pleasure of feeling his girth within her. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around her, and the moved in unison while they fucked. It was so easy to get here, it took little words, and yet the two of them communicated desire, passion, and lust for each other. They fucked slowly, then faster, gently, and harder. The rock served as a table on which to lean her over on and slide in from behind. Every movement was amazing. The water glowed in the night sky underneath the moon, the stars, and the sound of the frogs.

They came. He- on her back while she moaned in response. She- into the clear water right as he pulled out. They collapsed on the rock where she lay, satisfied, and quiet once more. She turned to him to see if she could recognize the man that made her stay, but was disrupted. She recognized him, but wondered how he got there.

“Crap” she said as she awoke after passing out for about an hour. “That was an awesome!” “I only wish that Eric were actually here, and not only in my dirty, horny, dreams!”