Stories related to affairs

“Go ahead,” Marcie whispered. Ben watched Sheila blush. The two women waited. “And take off the ring, Ben. I’ve been dead a long time.”

Her boyfriend drank coffee black, ate pancakes cold without syrup or jam. He took no pleasure in his food. Feeling their future, she left.

Glass splintered into sparkling pieces on the floor. Her bare feet didn’t waver. She crossed, walking out the door. He swept, not looking up.

Candle flame dances to fiddler’s music in dim light. His voice caresses, like his touch. With down turned, wet eyes, she savors the moment.

Again they made virtual love. Again it couldn’t tell her it was merely a program. She already knew, but found his deceit touchingly human.

Thick mahogany hair, a sly smirk, caramel eyes, flexing biceps beneath a crisp linen shirt. Even imaginary friends get better with age.