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Smoking in the girls room I'd never cheated on my girlfriend before. I've always had this amazing guilt complex. But this one night I was so drunk I couldn't even see straight. Actually, that's a lie, because I could see this amazing woman who had been blatantly hitting on me all night. When last call came around she leaned over and whispered in my ear, telling me I was too drunk to drive. I lamely nodded… my girlfriend (who was out of town) was far from my mind. I let this new woman drive me home, but we didn't even make it out of her car before I was groping her. Before I knew it, we were fucking in the back seat. I thought that I had gotten away with it. But the next week I stupidly went to the same bar with my girlfriend and she apparently met the woman I fucked in the bathroom, who told her what a great lay I was, without ever knowing she was talking to my girlfriend! If I ever cheat again, you better believe it'll be far from home. Gary C., Louisville, KY Busted by a best friend I had a boyfriend, but I met this guy who was singing in this band I liked. He lived about an hour away so I figured it was safe and when my boyfriend went home early I stayed behind and offered to drive the guy all the way home. We fucked like rabbits when I dropped him off. I continued to see him on the sly for a while but then I was at his house one day when I heard a familiar voice—it was my boyfriend's best friend. He knew the guy I was fucking! I tried to sneak out the back but my car had been parked in his driveway the whole time. I was totally busted. Laura M., Santa Cruz, CA Fisticuffs My girlfriend of three years was out of town on business, and I was hanging out with my friends at a local bar when a hot girl started coming on to me pretty aggressively. I loved my honey, but I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity handed to me on a silver platter. (Actually, she was blonde, but you get the idea.) I ditched the friends and went back to her tiny apartment. We were both really drunk, and the sex was wild and went all night. At one point, by her request, I locked her hands to the bedpost with a pair of handcuffs and got so carried away I ended up fisting her. She loved it! I’m not sure if I regret it or not, but you can bet that I won’t be going back to that bar with my girlfriend ever again. Slim P., Scottsdale, AZ
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