I then insisted on meeting the following weekend, for a friendly dinner, as she had an off, she agreed.We went to a pub, had a lot to drink, which was...followed by dancing. She bumped into one of her friends there, and this friend of hers was somehow eyeing me throughout the night, and she found me cute. Erica, obviously hated that. So she held my hand and started dancing a little more with intimacy. Her hands were now around my neck and she was trying to get really close to my body. I took that. "Fatima?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My bed was empty. I glanced at the clock and saw it was a little after three in the morning. I hadn't been sleeping that long, maybe an hour. I stretched and stood up. "Fatima?" I called louder.I walked out of my bedroom into my living room/kitchen. My one-bedroom, basement apartment was so tiny that there was no separation from the kitchen and the living room. I frowned, wondering where she was. Did she go home? Panic gripped. “How can you not be?” she asked. “I cheated on you. With a woman, too. You’re married to a lesbian.” “Come on,” I said. “The sex we just had was about as straight as it comes.” “So you’re married to a bisexual.” “So are you,” I said. This took a moment to sink in. “What?” I took a deep breath. “You’ve been honest with me,” I said. “I have to be honest with you.” So I told her everything: how Matt came onto me in the steam room, the jackoff scene in the showers, the visits to his house,. I had taken all the car keys and no one was leaving til morning. As we kissed our partners things got a little out of hand and we began kissing everyone. Little Lynn, my wife's friend from work came over to me and shoved her tongue so deep into my throat I was sure glad I had my tonsils removed. Her husband did the same to my wife. When she let me come up for air She just laughed and went off to another unsuspecting male. It was then I noticed Denise. She was standing all alone in the.