Met a cute FOB Asian girl a little over a year ago, she worked at a restaurant I would frequent, we got flirty, so I slipped her my number one night. We texted once in a blue moon, but I didn't get much out of her in terms of actually hanging out, so I never pressed the issue, just ignored and forgot about her each time since she was being shy and making no effort.

Just a few weeks ago, I'm out having drinks with a coworker/buddy of mine (an older, really cool, well-traveled 50-something, and definitely a natural MGTOW type), we're having a good time, close out the local bar and start getting ready to head to our respective homes. Just prior to this, I get a text from cute Asian girl... she's "bored" and "wide awake" and "all her friends went out without her" and she's wondering if I'm up. Keep in mind, it's fucking 2 in the morning. I look at my friend with a cocked eyebrow and go, "Definitely a booty text. Let's see where this goes!" He laughs, wishes me luck, high-fives me, we gather our shit and say bye. I get home, we text back and forth a bit, she starts to beat around the bush about hanging out, I give her the light, playful, IDGAF treatment. She comes over at 4 AM.

Her English is just barely conversational, but we still have decent conversation. She's pretty shy, but flirty and playful in a way too. Nice, skinny, tight little body, long dark hair, cute face, smells nice, good hygiene, etc. We have like half a beer, together, over the course of an hour. Increasingly warm/flirty conversation, increasing physical closeness, light touching and massaging, some half-cuddling shit. She eventually gets sleepy, so we head to my (amazingly comfy) bed. She asks for a t-shirt to wear, I give her a basic cotton t-shirt (come to think of it, I'm wearing it right now!). I say something like "I sleep almost naked, so you better be cool with that", she is. I strip down to my skivvies, shut out the lights, she cuddles into me, and we spoon together for a bit.

It didn't take long for one thing to lead to another, to the point where she's telling me "You can do anything you want to me", I made sure to ask her if she's cool with moving forward physically and that if she's uncomfortable, we can stop at any time. She insists I "do whatever I want with her". Things escalate, I throw on protection, and we have some good sex. We go to sleep, she gets up early and leaves (thank god, because I need to have my alone time and morning-shit without anyone lingering around!). Over the next few days, she texts me flirtatiously. Nothing too heavy, just light texting back and forth here and there. Tells me she had a good time.

At the end of that week, I'm getting off work again, heading out for drinks with the same coworker. Right as I'm walking out the front door of work, I get a series of texts from an unknown number...

It was her fucking husband. He snooped her phone and found our conversations. She, apparently, fessed up about everything. I'm still not sure how much he knows, he didn't elaborate or ask me to elaborate, but I got the impression he knew everything.

Keep in mind, she never spoke a word about being in a relationship, let alone being fucking married. I showed my coworker the texts, we both had a "Wtf is going on" moment. We chatted and laughed about it over a couple drinks. I felt bad for the poor husband and pissed that she'd do such a thing, despite my benefiting from it. Meanwhile, both the husband and her are blowing up my phone with texts about how they're sorry. The husband was actually being really cool about it, stating that he knew that I didn't know, that she never told me, etc. Strange thing was that they wanted to meet up with me to "apologize" and that I was "the only person who could help them fix this" (wtf?). The husband called me a couple times, I ignored the calls. Eventually, I decided to call him back. I told him he has no reason to apologize to me, that she should be apologizing to him, that he should probably end things but that they, at the very least, need to figure their shit out and go to therapy or something. He asks me if things between me and her are finished. I tell him they are, that I wouldn't have gotten involved if I knew she was married. I turned them down for a meetup (no fucking way am I meeting up with them), he seemed semi-appreciative, and quite reasonable otherwise. The call ended, I got back to drinking and conversing with my coworker, shocked at the entire fucked up course of events.

The lesson here is, even a nice, shy Asian girl will flip out and cheat on her own husband after a jealous spat, and will show little remorse until caught. Though, she hasn't texted me since (nor vise versa), so there is a chance she did learn her lesson...?

A couple notes:

• She claimed over texts, the night her husband texted me, that the reason she fucked me was because she was angry that her husband "talked to some girl" and he got upset, left their home, and turned his phone off. So, basically, she got jealous, they got into a fight, and she decided to cuck her husband with the white side dude. What a shit fucking excuse.

• After her husband texted me, her first text was an emoji, the eyes-closed laughing emoji, before becoming really serious in her subsequent texts... which seemed really kind of strange and almost sadistic, like she was secretly laughing at the whole thing. It could have been an unsent text from earlier in the day, who knows.

TL;DR - Fucked a married girl, who never told me she was even in so much as a relationship, after she got into a jealous spat with her husband and decided to booty-text me at 2 AM.