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The Secret Affair
This is a story written for one of my college assignments. The assignment was to view a photo with no caption and write a story about it. The photo is shown here.
The Secret Affair
Early morning and the lovers were meeting in secret again. At a different hotel this time, one further from the city, one with much more privacy. They needed privacy. They were married, just not to each other. The affair had been going on for several years. Many were suspicious of them, but nobody knew for certain.
On several occasions, they had almost gotten caught, but had somehow managed to avoid discovery. They were going further from the city each time. Further from those who might recognize them and further from the paparazzi. The paparazzi were everywhere they went. They were famous, after all. Hollywood had made them famous.
They had met while making a movie together five years ago. In the movie they were enemies. Not the kind of enemies who actually love each other and can’t show it. They were true enemies, but only in the film. In real life, they were parents and spouses. In real life they were lovers, and no one knew.
They would meet whenever possible. Sometimes, if she were filming in Paris, he would fly over just to meet with her. If he were filming in Rio, she would fly down, to go to the beach of course. It didn’t matter where they met up, as long as they could be together.
They made no promises to each other, they knew it was pointless. They weren’t in love. Each loved the person they were married to. At least, that’s what they told themselves, and it’s what they told each other.
They weren’t in love, they were addicted to each other. Addicted to the thrill of having an affair. Addicted to the thrill of almost getting caught and to the thrill of having a secret.
Their spouses were also their best friends. Her husband was his best friend and his wife was hers. They spent holidays together, took weekend couple trips and went on vacations together every summer. They lived just minutes apart, in the same neighborhood.
They spoke often about what would happen if they got caught. They spoke of how much everyone would be hurt. Ending the affair was often talked about. Talked about, but neither wanted to make that first move. Neither wanted to be the one to end it.
So, they continued to sneak around. They continued to lie and steal their moments. They continued to tell themselves no one knew. Addicted to the thrill, they never saw what was really happening. They never saw the other side of story.
Until one day, when they each thought their spouses were in other cities. He thought his wife was in Boston and she thought her husband was in Miami.
They had agreed to meet at her house. He left his car at home and took the dog out for a walk. He headed straight for her house, down the block around the corner. He turned his dog loose in the back yard then let himself in the back door. She had been there waiting for him, still in the outfit she had worn out shopping that day. She hadn’t even been upstairs to change yet.
They kissed passionately, and headed for the stairs. Piece by piece they removed each other’s clothing. Hurrying, but at the same time lingering, enjoying each other. At the door of the master bedroom, they paused only for a split second. He turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping into the room while keeping his arm around her and pulling her with him.
They heard the sound from the room at the exact same moment. They turned, the sight in the bed made them stop in their tracks, mouths agape. There, tangled up in each other, were her husband and his wife.