"At the end of the day, nobody got hurt"
Jason, New Orleans
When I met Kelly, she was living with her boyfriend in Los Angeles. We hit it off at a mutual friend’s party, slept together that night, parted ways, and stayed in touch. I had a girlfriend at the time, but she was studying in Europe and I’d embraced an out-of-sight, out-of-mind mentality. When I had an opportunity to pursue a summer law internship in Los Angeles, I jumped on it. Subsequently, I ended up crashing at her and her boyfriend's apartment for the summer. The underlying chemistry was electric. She and I hooked up every chance we got.
Was it wrong? Yeah. But Kelly and I had a spark I hadn't felt with another woman in a long, long time. We fucked all summer, then I got a job back east. We saw each other a few times after that, but the sex was never quite the same. Eventually I split with my girlfriend, met someone new, got engaged, and ended my casual arrangement with Kelly.
Do I feel bad about being the other guy? I kind of felt like a douchebag doing this under my host’s roof, but it happened. We had hot, exhilarating sex, and at the end of the day, nobody got hurt. I guess if you’re going to be an adulterous jerk, this had the best possible outcome.