[FF] The time I was used to ruin a marriage.

*Content Warning: This might be a bit more dark than hot, because not only is it cheating but also maybe a bit psychologically abusive. I’m also not quite sure if it fits here (please tell me if it doesn’t) because it’s not super heavy on the sex.*

My story doesn’t start off in the sexiest of ways – it all began late one night after a game of dungeons and dragons.

It was a group that met every few weeks in a local gaming shop, I had joined because they had asked for new players and I had always wanted to play. After a few months I was fairly comfortable and enjoying myself, but honestly mostly because of who I was playing with. It consisted of me, another woman – R, two brothers – D and B, and the dungeon master – L.

D and B aren’t super important for my story, they were just chill dudes. Most of us were about twenty-five at the time, except B who was maybe seventeen and seemed to be tagging along and I remember D being super cool and sweet about it.

R was much less chill about things, and looking back that was definitely a red flag, but honestly I wasn’t really thinking with my head at the time.

L was an ex-military guy, and I really didn’t like him much. He was kind of abrasive and hard to get along with. I didn’t talk to him much before or after the games, but he was a pretty good DM and was pretty patient with all of us.

No-one really talked much about their personal lives, it was mostly just the game or what TV shows we were watching at the time, that sort of stuff. L and R were always the last ones to leave, after every game they invited me and D out for drinks – probably always assuming we’d say no. D of course had to look after his little brother and I had just always turned down the offer.

It wasn’t until one night after a game that R practically begged me because L had work in the morning and she really wanted someone to drink with. I want to say I caved because I’m a decent person and wanted to do something nice for someone, but I think I mostly did it because she was insanely hot and I was incredibly desperate.

So I went with her, she led me to a pub pretty close to where we gamed and we drank for a bit. She told me about herself a bit, and I told her about myself. It got a little personal, and pretty dark. She told me she was in a relationship with L, about how he was cruel and abusive and how nice it was to talk to someone about it.

I was pretty drunk by the time she kissed me, but honestly I probably wouldn’t have pushed her away even if I was sober. I remember taking her back to my place, but not much about what happened when we got there. I do remember laying awake that morning wondering how I could convince her to leave him, but not really knowing what to say until well after she had called him and lied about where she had been. Something about how she had passed out and I had taken her to my place.

When the topic finally came up, she was super reluctant to admit to what she had said even though we weren’t that drunk when she said it. I tried to convince her to call the cops, to leave him, to do stay with me. She eventually left, and I didn’t hear from her again until next week.

That week I joined them both for drinks, and he didn’t drink at all. I absolutely hated him, and he was a gentlemen the entire time. Every time he left the table I tried to confront her about it, to get her to ditch him. I actually learned from him that they were married, and when she left the table he confronted me about the week prior.

He knew she was a handful, he thanked me for putting up with her. I remember being blindingly angry about it, so much so that when she texted me I went and joined her in the bathroom. I’m not really sure how he didn’t suspect anything, or maybe he did. I kept trying to get her to leave him, I kept getting stuck in situations with her.

Public bathrooms, mostly.

It wasn’t until maybe a month later that during one game L left for some reason, then R left, and D turned to whisper to me and warn me about her. He had noticed she was flirting with me and said she had tried to do it with one of the players that left. Instead of going out for drinks that week I steered clear and got a lift from D. After he had dropped his brother off, he told me all about R and about how she did this all the time.

R had been messaging me the whole time, I remember them vividly because of how graphic they were. Nothing I want to repeat, ever, all of it was various forms of threat to themselves. Confessions of love mixed with threats to do things to themselves. I tried not to cave, but I ended up calling her and she apologised about all of it and told me she was going to confront him about it.

For the next day I felt like I was going to fall apart, she didn’t return any of my texts or calls, and all I could think was – what if she was telling the truth about him. It was maybe midday the next day when she showed up at my door. She had told him, I was terrified but oddly relieved.

It was a terrifying few days, but after that it became a wonderful few weeks. I obviously stopped showing up at the game, she still went but she told me it was so she could talk to him in a public space. I don’t know why I trusted her.

It wasn’t until she messaged me one night to ask me to come out drinking that I realised she was lying to me. So I went out to get her, and found her drinking with him. To my horror I found out he didn’t even know, she had told him that she was staying with her mother when in truth she was shacked up with me. So, on a hunch I told him everything.

After an extremely long argument, R finally confessed to everything. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so calm-angry before, I remember screaming and yelling at her as she tried to blame me, and I remember him just sitting there and telling her to her face exactly what I wanted to hear.

She had done this before, and it made me feel like less of a dope for falling for it.

I still kind of wonder if maybe that had something to do with the old player D told me about, but after that night I never spoke to him again. I let her sleep on my couch that night, mostly out of pity and maybe a little out of guilt. She ended up staying a few months, I’m not sure why I let her, maybe because I was worried she’d do something though I honestly now think that was bullshit as well.

I think she stayed as long as she did because she was hoping I’d forgive her, maybe she was truly that delusional. She eventually left and I never saw her again, which is honestly a blessing.

That’s my story, it’s probably my saddest one, but I’ve got plenty of happy ones at least. I’ve led a pretty weird and satisfying life up until the last three or four years.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ss7jii/ff_the_time_i_was_used_to_ruin_a_marriage