I didn’t expect anything to ever happen between Jane and me. We’d been friends for a long time, having met at a previous job and staying in touch. I’d socialised with her and her husband a few times. We all got on well.
Honestly though, Jane and I got on a little too well when her husband wasn’t around. Nothing outrageous but certainly a lot of flirty back-and-forth. Of course it was more obvious when one of us was drunk (usually her) and I always felt she was a little more into me than I was into her. I found her really hot. Dirty blonde hair, curvy figure, cute smile. Not a head-turner but very attractive as a person.
She’d married young, settled down quickly and think, though she never said this, may have regretted playing the field a little more before embarking on married life. Her relationship with her husband has always been a little strained. She didn’t reveal a lot and I know they’ve never officially split at any point but it was often clear things weren’t always rosy. I guess that’s why she cheated.