Anyway they've been going steady for about 2 and half years now, but she made it seem to me that their relationship is teetering on the brink, so to speak. But she is the kind of girl who is indecisive in what she wants in life and takes the things she has for granted. Knowing this I take what she tells me about the situation with a grain of salt, but nonetheless I'm happy to hear that she has taken back the key to her house that she gave him. She says they are separated but I've had first hand experience with her definition of "separated" which is basically being together without admitting it. Since she's hot and I'm horny I'm glad to hear all this shit because it increases my chances of getting laid.
So we go out drinking (which also increases my chances of getting laid) and we have a pretty good time. On the way home she blasts the music up in the car and starts flirting a lot more. At about this time her boyfriend calls and starts asking her paranoid boyfriend questions, going so far as to ask for MY phone number in case she didn't answer. She assures him that we are on the way back to her house (since I don't live in oklahoma anymore) and that she would answer if he called.
So we get to her house and pop open a bottle of wine. she asks me to help her change her myspace page and all this shit so we get on the computer. She lives in a HUGE house by herself. It is a family house but no one else in her family lives with her. It's got 6 or 7 bedrooms, 2 living rooms, spiral staircase, etc. It's big. I'm thinking her man might show up and since I don't want to be surprised I check to make sure all the doors are locked. Anyway, she mostly lives upstairs but the den with the computer is downstairs. So we are downstairs drunk on the computer just surfing the internet and bullshitting. We do this for a couple of hours. Then she puts on a song she really loves and begins doing a strip tease for me. At this point I'm thinking my getting laid is pretty inevitable. When the song is over we hear her phone ringing upstairs, seeing as how it is now 5 a.m. there is no doubt who is calling her. So she goes up and talks to him for a bit and I try to eavesdrop. I hear her assuring him that she won't be having sex with me (lol).
We come back downstairs and she starts dancing and stripping again and by this time I'm pretty fucking horny but trying to contain myself. She does the whole lapdance gig and dry hump and all that, and we're both really drunk. We eventually go back upstairs and start fooling around on the couch. One thing leads to another and we begin to have sex. At this point, my stupid fucking conscience convinces me that what I'm doing is wrong so I actually stop and tell her I can't do it. I had sex with her for literally 10 seconds before I just stopped, told her I couldn't go on, put my clothes on, and hugged and kissed her goodbye... all because I felt bad for the poor boyfriend.
So I go back to my aunt's house which is like a 5 minute drive. My flight home is the next day so I begin packing my shit up, still drunk, at like 7 a.m. I'm not there for more than 10 minutes when she calls me. Now this is the fucked up part...
She tells me that after I left, he came out of one of the spare bedrooms, with a fucking video recorder cussing at her and telling her he "caught it all on tape", and left immediately. O.M.F.G. He was there the entire 5 hours I was there, following us around the house secretly and fucking recording us. I was like wtfxxxxxxxxxxxx!!!!?!! So it's 7 a.m. and nothing can be done so i just tell her i'll call her the next day.
A little side story: when I was there for thanksgiving he had also hid in the house but jumped out "surprising" us and acting as if it was a prank. This was after an hour of me being there and nothing flirtatious happening. She says we are ignorant for not realizing that he would repeat this little stunt.
What blows my mind is the dude NEVER came out and confronted me, because had he, it would have never gone as far as it did. I mean if my gf is giving someone a lap dance I'm not fucking sitting there
The next day I'm at the airport and she says she hasn't talked to him yet. So I fly to houston where my layover is and by then she has talked to him, and he's obviously hurt and crying and all that stupid shit. But I'm pissed off because even though we practically cheated on him, he broke into her house and fucking taped us! I find that to be much more egregious and a flagrant violation of privacy. She's pissed as well so I guess she starts fighting with him about doing what he did and not exposing himself thereby letting all that shit happen. He was apparently apologizing and trying to make up with her, but I gotta get on a plane so I don't know wtf is going on.
When I get home I have a text message that says not to call her tonight (sunday) because she is over at his place talking to him. the next day I call her to find out what the fuck happened and if in fact the video exists. She says she was pretty sure he deleted it or erased it or some shit. Nevertheless I can't be sure. What ticks me off the most is if i would've known he was taping us all night I woulda fucked her brains out. I actually stopped because I felt bad for the idiot. grrrrr. rofl.
All in all I'm not angry, I just lost a lot of respect for the guy and really really pity him. I can't believe how much of a coward this guy is. I also got some good pics of her stripping for me on my camera phone so all is not lost. I'm going to fly her out to florida to visit me for a few days in a couple of months. Not completely out of spite, but I know she'll come, and I know it will be torture for him so I will have my vindication. Well that's my crazy story, but to fully grasp everything, now that you know he was in the house the whole time, go back and read the first part again.... He did all that shit from inside the house!
