You can guess, I’m sure, that I did not tell Debbie that Katy and I were guilty of the very same thing. Only a fool would have. A smart man knows to keep his mouth shut at certain times. This was one of those times. If I had told her, this wouldn’t be a mutual “let’s work this out together” situation. No, it would suddenly turn into one-sided “asshole men” doing totally unforgivable things.
If there is a next year’s Halloween party for me, I will attend with pleasure. And if Debbie is found again to be chasing lust, well, I guess I’ll at least be expecting it. With luck and a few other things, I might turn next year’s party into something really big. What other things? A camera to take pictures of Debbie’s infidelity, exposure of said pictures to people involved, and the will to wreck as many marriages as possible. I would destroy the lives of at least a dozen individuals and then I would steal Katy.
The destruction would even be approved by the relatives of those involved. Society is funny that way. There’s nothing like several good kicks when a person is down, to keep them down, and then to remind everyone for the rest of their lives that the adulterer’s life is over. It’s a sanctioned power trip that allows us cuckholds to appear morally superior. I was in a win-win situation.