I think I might need to move – PART 2 [FM]

The neighbour’s son Colton from my [previous post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z98vxi/i_think_i_might_need_to_move_fm/) surprised the hell out of me the other day. He happened to be outside when my regular fuck buddy was leaving. He saw us kiss in the doorway, then waited until my friend was gone and came over to chat with me. He’s a cocky shit, I’ll give him that.

“Did you have fun?” He asked with a grin, leaning on the shovel he had been using to clear snow as he asked me. I narrowed my eyes at him, and debated not dignifying it with a response. But his grin was adorable, and his tone was playful so I did.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I had a great time.” I replied smugly, raising an eyebrow at him as I spoke almost in challenge. My response, and stance seemed to amuse Colton because he laughed and ran his gaze over me. I was standing there wearing a robe and only panties underneath. It wasn’t overly apparent I was wearing very little underneath the robe, but I’m sure he was imagining it.

I think I might need to move… [FM]

Since moving into my current apartment, I’ve had a bit of an ongoing dispute with my neighbors. They’re a family of four who live directly above me. They don’t own the house, rather rent the top two stories of the duplex while I’m in the basement. The mother of the family, who I’ll call Darla for the sake of this story, has had the biggest issue with me. Her big gripe about me has been the fact that I smoke weed. My unit comes with a small patio to the side of the house, and I smoke there a lot of evenings. When the weather is they tend to leave their windows open a lot and Darla has a problem with the scent. She’s come out to complain at me a couple of times, but the fact of the matter is weed is legal where we live, and I’m doing nothing wrong by smoking a joint outside my apartment.

I went out to homecoming to distract myself, and made a guy’s night [FM]

Toward the end of last week, I needed a distraction from my life badly. I mentioned that to one of my co-workers on Thursday and it was suggested that I come out to homecoming with her and a small group of her friends. I’m too old for homecoming house parties, really. But the distraction, attention, and loud music did sound like they’d be nice so I was quickly persuaded into going along despite the fact that I’m about a decade older than everyone else in her group.

Sadie and I met up with her friends outside the party in the late afternoon, wearing matching outfits Sadie had gleefully put together for us that morning. It was cold, but we were both in black skirts that only made it to the upper thigh, and school t-shirts that Sadie had taken a pair of scissors to, transforming them into crop tops, with plunging necklines. The matching outfits had not been in the original plan, but she had seemed happy with the opportunity to put them together when I had complained earlier that morning I was worried I’d stick out being a significant bit older than everyone else who would be in attendance.

An update on my situation, and a time I enjoyed roleplaying a little with my soon-to-be-ex-husband [FM]

I hadn’t expected my [original post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xazpek/the_worst_thing_ive_ever_done_fm/) to take off as much as it did, I was really only venting and describing something that had happened to me to get it off my chest. I’ve gotten a ton of messages requesting an update on my situation. Now, I know this subreddit isn’t really the place for that so I’m including two things here: First, a small update. Then, I’ll share one of my favourite sexual memories with my soon–to-be-ex-husbsand that I wrote down when I was feeling happier than I am right now. Skip to the bolded text if you want to gloss over my little depressive rant.

I stated at the end of my first post that I had decided to tell my husband about my infidelity. After posting, I was almost shaken from that. A lot of people are of the mindset that because I had no intention of continuing to cheat on him, there was no need to tell him. I don’t think I agree with that line of thinking though. When we got married, we promised to be faithful to each other. I think continuing our relationship while having broken that promise robs him of agency.

The Worst Thing I’ve Ever Done [FM]

I’ll say it right at the top. I cheated on my husband, and I’m not entirely sure why I cheated on my husband. Writing things out has been therapeutic for me in the past, and I had planned to post this on some sort of advice related subreddit (relationship_advice, or maybe surviving infidelity.) However, once I wrote it out, my accounting of events is a lot closer to rambling erotica than it is to an advice post. I don’t have anyone to talk to in my personal life about this, and I feel like I need to get it off my chest somewhere so I’m posting here. Sorry if infidelity offends you.

If you had asked me a month, or even two weeks ago how my marriage is going, I’d have told you that it’s amazing. We have a good work/home balance, do things together regularly, and we have sex at least two times a week, very often more than that. I have no explanation for what I did that has any relation to my marriage whatsoever.