Chapter 5: The Confession

Casey stood outside the door of the Wilkins' house, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the driveway. He had come to see his in-laws, hoping for a casual visit, but a sense of unease lingered in the back of his mind. He hadn’t seen them, in a few days. He had been busy with work, and he been tied up with his own responsibilities. A part of him wondered if this visit was a way to escape the workloads that barley give him time.

He knocked on the door, and after a few moments, it swung open. To his surprise, it wasn’t Mr. or Mrs. Wilkins who greeted him but Linda, Rebecca’s younger sister. She smiled at him, her eyes bright and welcoming.

"Casey! What a surprise," Linda said, stepping aside to let him in.

"Hey, Linda," Casey replied, trying to match her enthusiasm. "Are your parents around?"

"No, they just stepped out for a bit. You just missed them," Linda said, closing the door behind him. "But you can wait here if you’d like. I’m sure they’ll be back soon."

Casey hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I guess I can wait."

Linda led him into the living room, and Casey settled into one of the comfortable armchairs. He glanced around the familiar room, noticing the small changes that had been made since his last visit—a new painting on the wall, fresh flowers on the coffee table. It all felt so normal, so refreshing, yet there was an undercurrent of tension in the air.

Linda sat across from him, her posture relaxed, but there was something in her gaze that made Casey feel slightly on edge. They made small talk for a while—discussing work, family, and the latest movies—but as the conversation drifted, Casey couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

"So, how are things with Barbara?" Linda asked casually, leaning back on the couch.

Casey stiffened slightly at the mention of his wife. "Things are... okay. You know how it is. We’re both busy with work."

Linda raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "Just okay? You don’t sound too convinced."

Casey shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "It’s just... we’ve been a bit distant lately. But it’s nothing serious. We’ll work through it."

Linda leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his. "You sure about that?"

There was a challenge in her tone, and Casey felt his pulse quicken. He knew Linda had always been bold, unafraid to speak her mind, but this was different. There was a predatory glint in her eyes that made him uneasy.

"Yeah, I’m sure," Casey said, his voice firmer now. "Barbara and I are fine."

Linda tilted her head, studying him for a moment before a slow smile spread across her face. "You know, Casey, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with someone like you."

Casey blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the conversation. "What are you talking about?"

Linda’s smile widened as she moved to sit beside him, her hand lightly brushing against his arm. "Come on, Casey. You’re a smart guy. You know exactly what I’m talking about."

A wave of unease washed over Casey as he realized what was happening. He stood up quickly, putting some distance between them. "Linda, this isn’t funny. You’re Barbara’s sister for goodness sake."

Linda didn’t back down. She stood as well, taking a step closer to him. "And you’re Barbara’s husband. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other’s company."

Casey’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to process the situation. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was wrong—so very wrong. He loved Barbara. They might be going through a rough patch, but that didn’t mean he would betray her like this.

"I can’t do this," Casey said, his voice strained. "I won’t do this."

Linda’s eyes softened for a moment, and she reached out to touch his hand. "Casey, I’m not asking you to leave Barbara. I’m just saying... why not indulge, just this once? No one has to know."

Her words were a whisper, a tantalizing promise that tugged at the darkest corners of his mind. Casey swallowed hard, his resolve wavering. He had always prided himself on being loyal, on being a good husband, but in this moment, the temptation was almost too much to bear, beholding the standing nipple protruding from her revealing wear.

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts swirling in his head, but Linda’s presence was overwhelming. She was right there, so close, her hand warm against his skin. He could feel his control slipping, the rational part of his mind fading away as desire took over.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The room was silent, save for the sound of their breathing. Casey opened his eyes and found Linda staring up at him, her expression readable. He knew what she wanted—what she was offering—and despite every instinct telling him to walk away, he found himself unable to move.

Linda leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "No one has to know, Casey. It’s just us."

The last thread of his resistance snapped. Before he knew it, he was pulling her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. Linda responded eagerly, her hands sliding up his chest as she pressed herself against him. The world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was this moment, this stolen moment of forbidden passion.

They stumbled toward the couch, their movements frantic and uncoordinated as they gave in to the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface. Clothes were discarded, and soon they were tangled together on the cushions, lost in each other.

For Casey, it was a blur of sensations—Linda’s soft skin, her breathless moans as her legs are well coordinated spread, the way her fingers dug into his back as they moved together. He knew it was wrong, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the heat of the moment, the way Linda made him feel—wanted, desired, powerful.

But as the passion subsided and reality set in, a cold wave of guilt washed over him. Casey lay beside Linda, his heart pounding, his mind racing. What had he done? How had he let it come to this?

He sat up, running a hand through his hair as he tried to collect his thoughts. Linda reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled away, unable to meet her gaze.

"Casey?" she murmured, her voice laced with concern. "Are you okay?"

He shook his head, unable to find the words. He felt sick, disgusted with himself. This wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t the kind of man who cheated on his wife, who betrayed the woman he loved.

"I need to go," Casey said abruptly, standing up and reaching for his clothes. He dressed quickly, his movements jerky and rushed.

Linda watched him, her expression a mix of confusion and hurt. "Casey, wait—"

But he didn’t wait. He couldn’t. He needed to get out of there, away from the guilt and shame that threatened to suffocate him. Without another word, he left the house, the door slamming shut behind him.

As he drove away, the weight of what he had done settled heavily on his shoulders. The guilt gnawed at him, a constant reminder of his betrayal. He didn’t know how he was going to face Barbara, how he was going to look her in the eye knowing what he had done.

But one thing was certain: nothing would ever be the same again.