This is literally only about your own character.... it is definitely wrong, no exceptions.
I was at Ft. Bragg long ago, hanging out at a local bar that catered to military personnel, firefighters, cops etc. Mainly military, though.
I was a young buck and a MILF-type blonde (not that much of a cougar, but older than me) started the mating ritual straight away (I forgot to mention NO WEDDING ring, but there's a twist to this) . Being a Scorpio, I responded in kind. Couple drinks after the sexual chemistry was locked in, and we're off to her place for the wonderful realm of coitus.
When we get there the house is very dark and when we go in she refuses to turn on all but the smallest lights, even in the kitchen/living room. I was pretty buzzed, didn't think anything at the time, but I look back now and I realized why I was literally kept in the dark. I mean, in my defense, I was one-track mind because of weed/alcohol.
I'm totally in funtime mode, security is down, so we do our thing for most of the night, then pass out. This part was actually great (so guilty and ashamed for admitting this), it's unfortunate that it's tainted forever.
The next morning, I wake up to the smell of breakfast and the sight of... the pictures on the dresser, on the wall. Some of them had been placed down, but there were several I saw on my way to the bathroom (with growing horror) that featured her and... obviously deployed, Marine husband.
Yes, she made me "cuckold" her active-duty Marine by putting make-up to cover up her wedding band mark (sun line) and knowing a young dude like me wouldn't ask questions until it's too late. I slept with a Marine's wife. She (despite our conversations clearly proving I'm not this kind of guy) thought I wouldn't care after the act.
So she's making an omelet and HUMMING, while I'm in some kind of fucked up mind vortex; I despise cheating and disloyal/unfaithful behavior to a degree most would find a little too intense, so to be involved in this disaster was sickening. It COMPLETELY removed the good feelings from the situation. Every drop.
I confronted her in the kitchen, told her in my most menacing voice what I thought of her, what I could possibly do to her reputation, and the fact that I'm a man who would tell her husband straight to his face because I have more in common with him than her.
Her face was a frozen mask of shock. For anyone wondering what I could do to her reputation, imagine putting the Scarlet Letter on the women who decides to cheat when their SO is deployed... l hear some people in the military really, REALLY don't like this shit, y'know?
I told her that she manipulated me for sex while her HUSBAND was overseas for US, much less you. I asked her what kind of a person would force a person like me (regarding our conversations from the earlier night) into this disgusting moral hell? By the time I left the house, she was a mess, crying and going on, begging ME not to tell the locals or her husband... I didn't, but left her with silence.
Man, I feel like a cockroach just crawled up my spine while telling this... I never told anyone for obvious reasons, but I hope that lesson stayed with her. I hope her husband finds out what the fuck is the situation before she gets someone killed (or maybe she has already).
Don't cheat. It's not alpha. Don't do it, imagine if it was you.
