[Saddledrifter]

After that first rendezvous with Connie, we had about a three-year affair. There was never any true emotional love involved. The fact was that we just enjoyed the wild sex we had together. We always made our getaway when her husband or my wife wouldn't miss us. Her husband worked long hours into the night. I was a college student that "needed to go to the library and do research." Both situations allowed us to sneak out for our rendezvous. During warm weather, I would go out to the lake in the late afternoon and set up a tent. She would come from work around 5:30, and we would lay out in the summer sun and neck and eventually retire to the tent for our sexual adventures. She was always ready to try any and everything. We fucked in the water, fucked on the beach and fucked in the tent. Many times she arrived at our little campsite entirely nude -- just to get my motor running.

During the winter, we actually had to take more chances. We had to either go to her house or mine for our rendezvous. It was always dangerous in case the spouse showed up unexpectedly, nut we never got caught. Although once her husband came home, while we were in the moment. Fortunately, he called her name when he first came in. We quickly rolled out of bed, and I escaped through an bedroom window, while she went to explain to him how she had gotten sick and had to come home from work and go to bed. I had crawled out of the window nude with clothes in hand in 37-degree weather. I dressed in the alley and walked around the block to my car which was parked about three houses down the street from her house.

The danger of getting caught, I believe gave our lovefests a little extra excitement. It is something I look back on and cherish. Unfortunately, she and her hubby stayed in that little town while I graduated and moved to the big city, and we were never able to rekindle our rendezvous. So regardless of what my wife did that one night when she returned totally drunk and unbuttoned, I more than made up for any indiscretion on her part. Without her little foray, Connie and I would have never hooked up. So I guess you can call Connie my ex-?