I’d been with my boyfriend for about a year. I never cheated on anyone before (or since) and I thought I’d feel more guilty. I didn’t mean to cheat. I mean it’s weird to say it was an accident, but I didn’t go into anything intending to cheat.
There was a guy, Chris, that was in my boyfriend’s group of friends. He was always really flirty with me. My boyfriend told me that they once had a threesome with his ex-girlfriend when they were teenagers. He suspected she continued sleeping with Chris. I thought that it was water under the bridge though. My boyfriend never said he hated Chris, or anything like that. I knew they weren’t that close, that’s all.
He would get turned on hearing about men I found attractive and hearing about guys I’d been with. I’d been with a lot more people than him and that also turned him on. I used to pretend during sex that I’d cheated, so what follows felt like a natural progression to me.
So one night we were with his whole friendship group and some of their girlfriends drinking. We were staying the night at a hotel with a few others and the rest were just there for the evening.