So I came home to my parents’ place in the suburbs for Xmas this year. I guess that “Tom,” a friend of my parents’ in the neighborhood, heard I was coming to town, and he texted me to say hey – and I knew what that meant.
**Boring backstory:** I sorta (well, totally did) hooked up with Tom last year when I moved home here during COVID. Tom was married then, his kids are in high school, and I kind of hated his wife. She’d been a real bitch to me ever since high school. It felt kind of awesome and forbidden and dirty to fuck a married older man – especially since his wife is terrible. They’re acquaintances with my parents.
Tom and his wife separated earlier this year and now she’s living across the neighborhood. So I knew what he was thinking when he texted me…
**So back to the story:** Tom and I texted for two days, figuring out when we could see each other. I made up an excuse about going to see a girlfriend on Xmas Eve after I did family stuff here. Tom did Xmas Eve with his family and then met me back at his house. We kissed, had some wine and caught up.