I got to the house but apparently he had other plans. He cornered me in the kitchen and tried to take my shirt off. I kept telling him no but he was stronger than me and managed to take it off leaving me in my bra and pants. I ran towards the living room and he caught me and pinned me to the ground and raped me. I kept telling him no but he didn't listen and later he told me he knew my no meant yes.
Most people would have called off the friendship right then and there but I was fresh out of high school and dealing with personal issues and I needed a friend to talk to so I stayed friends with them.
He raped me again but then after that I started to like having sex with him and it became a mutual thing that lasted for a year until I started dating a guy and my best friends husband became jealous and turned his back on me and turned his wife against me.
I still struggle with everything that happened. Of course I feel terrible for what I did with my friends husband but I also realize in the beginning it was rape. I'm not excusing my actions but I was young and vulnerable and I think he preyed on that and took advantage of the situation. He was the first person I had ever slept with and he knew that.
I ran into him a few days ago and he tried to act like we were old friends catching up on each other's lives and I was polite to a point but then told him I had to go just to get away from him. He made my skin crawl and all I wanted to do was run from him.
That's my fucked up confession for the night, I'm sure I'll be bashed but go ahead it's not going to bother me. This happened almost 20 years ago and I'm happily married and have never done anything like that again and never will.