I Should Have Gone Home

When I was younger, I would often babysit for a young couple who lived in the same apartment building. One night, they came home early from a party because the wife had a terrible headache. She took a sleeping pill and immediately went to bed. I guess I should have gone home right away, but the husband and I began to talk and flirt. We started kissing, and soon we were making out on the couch. He got up once to make sure that his wife was asleep, and then we continued again. Soon, my skirt was up around my waist. He laid me back on the couch, and I wrapped my legs around him. It was very intense. Our affair continued for several months. His wife never suspected that we were seeing each other as frequently as possible.

— Cristina, 29

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