Wednesday, November 30, 2016 3:33 PM by Brian
I worked from my home office for an overseas company so my workday started very early and thus ended early. I used to take my mail to this wine bar where I'd go through it. There were mostly young women there so that was my error. Knowing I was in a place frequented by many women and few men. I started taking a book and sat at the bar and read. One day a woman in her early 30's began working as the day shift manager. She was the very definition of drop-dead gorgeous. When she walked by, all heads turned. The few men practically drooled, and the women looked at her with unease. Far out of my league and as a married man, I noticed but dismissed my attraction as a waste of time and energy.
One day, she plopped down on the stool next to mine and started chatting. She then went behind the bar and offered to buy me a glass of champagne. So very deliberately, she bent over and rested her chin on her hands, he elbows on the bar, her ample fake but perfect breasts and cleavage pointed at me like low hanging fruit, inviting me to reach out and pick it. She asked for my email address, which I gave to her. Over the coming months, she continued to flirt with me. I refused to take the bait, yet I continued to go to that wine bar so it was I who was flirting... with disaster. In an email, she requested my cell phone number, which I gave her, knowing exactly where this was headed. I told her that I was a married man, but she just dismissed it. I should have refused, should have deleted her contact info everywhere and never return to that wine bar. One evening, I was at the movies with my teenaged son while my wife was home recovering from chemotherapy. I was her only caregiver, watching over her and serving her day and night. The woman called while I was in the movie. I saw the caller ID and excused myself to the lobby of the theater. She said, "I'm drinking tequilla and I've run out of limes.... would you mind picking some up and dropping them off?". She gave me her address. I was so far in now there was no turning back.
I fininshed watching the flick and took my son home. Cared for my wife and went out using some work related need. With limes in hand, I arrived. She ushered me to her bedroom and undressed. Her waist was slim, her body perfect in every way. It was mere seconds and we were both nude. Both of us gym addicts, we were a perfect match physically. We did "it" for 2 hours in every conceivable position, every hole. I don't remember ever lasting that long or being that dynamic in bed, I'm sorry to say.
We met several more times and had wild sex, then it was she who broke up with me, stating that we were not very compatible. Well yeah.... I was married and we both knew it.
That was 14 years ago and I've never told anyone except my then best friend. I'll never confess to my wife because it would only make her feel terrible, and I don't deserve to relieve my guilt at her expense so I'll deny til' I die. I regret it, and my wife and I are stronger than ever today.