Years ago there was a man I liked, but I wasn’t aware he was married until after we’d slept together. I was pretty mad at first, since he should have revealed that beforehand, but I’d had a good time and liked him. I wasn’t looking for a serious, long term relationship, so maybe this was just the ticket. We saw each other every week, when his wife went to an out of town class for a few hours with a friend. They would have dinner and then go to the class, he had around four hours a week, and we usually spent them in bed together.
It worked for a while and both of us got what we wanted, hot sex, no strings, no commitments. I told my girlfriend I was seeing a married man and she didn’t approve, so I didn’t bring it up again. Her mom had been cheated on, so she didn’t have a favorable view of the other woman, I learned. I never brought it up again. He had a nice cock and he was patient, he never rushed me, always loved to go down on me and make me cum as many times as I wanted before he’d even think of going for an orgasm himself. He was a very considerate lover and I was happy to have him, even if for only four hours a week.
He was in great shape, so am I, so we could get into all kinds of fun and unusual positions. I used to do gymnastics in school and was still pretty flexible, which can come in very handy in the bedroom, I’ve learned. I would try and refrain from masturbating during the week until our night together so I’d be good and horny for him and we’d fuck a few times and he was always happy to go down on me, as I said. I liked sucking him as well. He said his wife wouldn’t, so I was more than happy to step in and help the poor, deprived man out.
