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Originally Posted by Strachan
(Post 1198769)
Yeah, I guess it's kind of like they think, I'm doing something out of the ordinary with someone who it won't last forever with, so i might as well not think about any inhabitions.
Your story is amazing, I'm sure everyone else agrees. What a lucky guy.
Thanks for your replies.
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Thanks Strachan:
Yes, that affair lasted a full two years, with her coming over to my house every Friday night while her husband went out on boys-night-out. She just liked to be home by 1:30 am so she could be in bed before he came home - less questions to answer that way. You can have a lot of sex between 5:30 pm and 1:00 am.
He was also a golf nut, so from April to October she'd come over on Saturday morning for four hours while the hubby was out on the links and we'd do it all over again. A couple of times during the shoulder season (Nov or March), he'd go on a golf weekend somewhere like Hilton Head. She wanted to be home on Thursday nights when he was away in case he called while he was on those trips, but I could go over to her house on a Thursday night. Those were the two only times I fucked her in her house. She had funny boundaries - we could do it all in her house, but she wouldn't let me in their bedroom. We'd always wind up on the floor or the sofa in the living room.
A couple of times on a workday morning, she left home early, drove over to my house and let herself in. She'd wake me up, just strip off and get in bed with me and we'd go at it. Then she'd get dressed again and head off to the office with my spunk between her legs, while I'd shower and get ready and head in later. Those were great times.
Turned out that the underlying issue that prompted the affair was she wanted children and he didn't, so at one point she'd told him that there would be no more sex until he agreed to have kids. Good for me that he could hold out for two years, while she couldn't hold off on the "no sex" thing for a week. Our first time together, she took me by surprise, so I didn't have condoms. That was the only time she ever showed impatience with me. In the meantime, I was happy that I was the only one who was fucking her at the time.
I was heartbroken when it ended (that was when the hubby broke down and agreed to have kids), but later I realized that much of it was a fantasy for both of us. No financial pressures, no family BS, no kids to have issues over, no laundry to do, etc. Just two people who were perfectly suited to have sex with each other for hours on end. I felt down for a period of time after it ended, but I always stayed in touch with her, until about five years ago, when I think the guilt had caught up with her (by then her daughter was 13 and my ex-playmate had become the main bread-winner because her husband was kind of a dolt).
The way I look at it now, is that I'm happy that it all happened, and that I wouldn't give back the time I spent with her for anything, even though I still miss her.
PS - after about eight months of the affair, I convinced her to go back on the pill so we could dispense with the condoms. She actually agreed to do it, and the sex became even more spontaneous and even less likely to be in the bedroom. I even fucked her up against the tiled wall in the shower several times. And on the living room floor. And in the bathtub. Pretty much every place in the house.
