She Came On To Me, I Came In Her

**HIS WIFE**.

I have carried this story for years without ever telling anyone, because there wasn't anyone I could confide in. Who was I ever going to tell and who was ever going to believe me anyway? What I am writing here is absolutely true though, this really did happen and is not just a fiction or a fantasy.

25-30 or so years ago I was between things in life. My best friend of many years and his wife had purchased a home and settled into it. It was an older home in a historic community. On the property was a separate apartment, often called an in-laws quarters. Today we call such homes multi-generational, where mom or dad comes to live semi-independently. I called my friend and asked him if he would consider renting the apartment to me. We made a deal, I am sure as much as anything he was glad to accept rent from me to help him pay his mortgage, but okay whatever. I moved in a few weeks later and settled in. The apartment was a pretty large space, complete with private bathroom, large closet, and the main room itself was big enough for a queen bed, a sofa, coffee table, and a recliner chair. I didn't have a whole lot at the time so it was a perfect fit.

I had not really even gotten to know my friend's wife, let's call her Kim, not her real name of course, and let us call him Jason. They had a whirlwind romance and I travelled there to attended their wedding but since I lived away there wasn't much time to even hang out with them.

I was working odd hours while continuing my education. I had gotten a position at a hospital which was great since the house was just a few miles from it, close enough to regularly hear ambulances go by and almost inevitably at all hours, my issued pager would ring, so being close was better than being far. It also meant I could actually come to my own place instead of practically living at the hospital.

Jason worked primarily on the road going from site to site, and he often didn't get home until well after 6, sometimes even 7. Kim worked part-time on the weekends, so during the week we were often alone. I spent much of my time catching up on sleep, studying, and some limited socializing. Within a few months of living there things kind of started to change a little. I would come out of the apartment and go to the kitchen for a drink, often finding Kim in a state of under-dress, like a very short night gown a tank top, no bra, and teeny panties; not exactly appropriate for a married woman even in her own home but with another man present. There was an odd series of coincidences. She might be doing housework and bend over in front of me, often needlessly. I...