I am a married woman, and one day I found myself tangled up with another man.
It started innocently enough. I was helping a friend with something. We had talked a little the night before about my marriage and about another guy that was flirting with me. That’s right, there are two extramarital guys involved in this story. They shall be known as Young One (YO) and My Age (MA) for privacy reasons.
Before you go on about how much of a hussy or tramp I am, let me provide you some insight. I begged my husband for years to touch me, spend time with me, pay attention to me, etc. I begged, pleaded, fought, threatened, bribed, everything you can name, I did it to get my husband’s attention. All without success. He admits that he would not have changed his habits either if I hadn’t of had an affair.
So regardless, YO was laying it on thick…until he started talking to another girl. Now that’s fine, I don’t expect him to cheat on his new girl. He’s a young, good looking, country guy who’s great with kids. It’d be hard not to like him. That said, he didn’t tell me what happened, he just fell off the face of the Earth. He eventually got over whatever guilt or fear it was that he had and we are still friends today. His actions though helped lay the foundation for what happened next…
So I started talking to MA about YO and his disappeance and my problems with my husband. MA asked if I could help him with something not related to our discussion and I politely agreed. Never did I think anything would happen because my self confidence was shot. I mean ‘shot in the head, point blank, I am meaning to purposefully kill you’ shot. I had none. I was being rejected by my husband, and YO wasn’t talking to me, so what would MA want besides a favor.
He wanted to thank me for that favor. I was about to leave when he came onto me. I had no idea what the hell was going on. No one had came onto me like this in over 12 years. At first I couldn’t do it. At first….one thing lead to another, and I ended up naked in his bed having sex with a man that was not my husband. As horrible as it sounds too, the sex was phenomenal. Better than I’d ever had. This exchange happened a few more times over the next two months. In between those times, we would go out to eat together, talk about work and family, etc. It was nice. Someone finally fulfilled what I wanted and needed in the bedroom and listened to me outside of it. Something I had been lacking from my husband for so long.
Again though, MA is a respectable man, so he ended it. Although the physical part was over we still talked, until he blew up one night….I told him I knew it was wrong but I missed him. That’s right. I caught feelings for my paramour. In my heart I think he liked me too, and I freaked him out because he thought he’d break up my marriage.
Problem is this; I’ve dug myself a hole that right now I like being in. I’ve got my husband, I like the life we’ve built and I don’t have time to figure someone else out. YO is fun to mess around with. Although we haven’t actually come into contact yet, I’ve learned that I can express my naughtiest desires to him and he’ll gobble it up like a lion eating a raw piece of meat. MA though, he breaks me. I like being with him, I feel safe with him (the only time in my life I don’t have to be the brave one), and I really like having sex with him. I can let go of YO, but not MA.
Moral of the story, if your significant other is telling you what they need, do it for them. If not, the above story might end up also being your reality. Tell people what you need.
PS: I don’t regret a damn thing, and neither should you.
