I Had An Affair
So...we started to talk again through text after he found me online. We are old friends from high school who slept together once while he was married and I was not, years ago.
At first the talking/texting was platonic, then slowly talk and text turned into what was missing from our lives...being desired, appreciated, and feeling passion. It went on for two weeks, and although I think we both tried to fight it and continue a phone relationship, we booked a room and snuck out of our lives for one night last week.
He was waiting for me in the parking lot, and I was a nervous wreck. We hugged, and he was a little shaky too...thank goodness. We sat in the bar and talked (I had 3 glasses of wine!!!) about old days, our kids, and why we were both there. He was looking at me in that way that I remembered being looked at sooooo long ago. He made me feel so good with just those looks. As soon as we got in the elevator, desire took over both of us. I hadn't been kissed like that since he last kissed me 10 years before. His hands were all over me, and I am so self-conscious about my body...but it all went out the window in that second. We made it to the room (barely), and he took over. It was amazing. You don't realize what you have been missing until the second you get it back. Months had passed since my husband and I had been together, and it had been so long since it was anywhere near pleasurable for either of us. I was so tired and satisfied much, much later when it was over.
We talked for hours afterwards. We both know that neither of us is going to get a divorce, ever. And, yes, I feel guilty, but I don't regret what happened. It may never happen again, I know, but I needed this.
At first the talking/texting was platonic, then slowly talk and text turned into what was missing from our lives...being desired, appreciated, and feeling passion. It went on for two weeks, and although I think we both tried to fight it and continue a phone relationship, we booked a room and snuck out of our lives for one night last week.
He was waiting for me in the parking lot, and I was a nervous wreck. We hugged, and he was a little shaky too...thank goodness. We sat in the bar and talked (I had 3 glasses of wine!!!) about old days, our kids, and why we were both there. He was looking at me in that way that I remembered being looked at sooooo long ago. He made me feel so good with just those looks. As soon as we got in the elevator, desire took over both of us. I hadn't been kissed like that since he last kissed me 10 years before. His hands were all over me, and I am so self-conscious about my body...but it all went out the window in that second. We made it to the room (barely), and he took over. It was amazing. You don't realize what you have been missing until the second you get it back. Months had passed since my husband and I had been together, and it had been so long since it was anywhere near pleasurable for either of us. I was so tired and satisfied much, much later when it was over.
We talked for hours afterwards. We both know that neither of us is going to get a divorce, ever. And, yes, I feel guilty, but I don't regret what happened. It may never happen again, I know, but I needed this.
By:
Michaelah
Age:
31-35
,
Female
