I used to coach little league baseball. I got along great with the kids and just as well with the parents. In particular, there was one mother who was the most genuinely sweet woman that I had ever met. She came to every game and every practice. Her child was the weakest player on the team. However, as his coach, I treated him no differently than any of the other kids, and I was as encouraging towards him as I was with all of the other kids. Over time, I became friendly with the mother; I guess she appreciated how kind I was to all of the kids. Our conversations were brief - I was very shy around women. At that time, I was only 21 years old and had no idea how old she was. All I knew about her was that she had three kids and was married. I think I had only ever seen her husband at the games once or twice. At the end of the season, I actually felt a little sadness thinking that I wouldn't see her again. Anyways...fast forward to the following summer. I coached again and she and some of the other parents specifically requested me as their childrens' coach. Needless to say, I was honored and excited that they wanted me to coach for them again. Moreover, I was thrilled that I would be able to see her again. As the summer wore on, I became closer to her and her children. We talked more but never about anything personal. She was the most stunningly pretty woman I had ever met. At the end of the summer, I again felt sadness that I might not see her again. I knew where they lived and one day I decided to walk by their house on the chance that I might see her. To my great surprise, the kids were outside playing and they were excited to see me. They called their mother to come out of the house, and when she saw me, she came running down the stairs and gave me a great big hug. She invited me in for lemonade and her husband welcomed me as well. I spent about an hour talking with her, and I knew that I was hooked. I invited her and her son to join me on a charity walk a few days later. She agreed. And the time I spent talking to her during that walk remains the most magical conversation I have ever had. Something happened that day to both of us that put us on a bullet train to love. We shared our first kiss a couple of weeks later. From there, it progressed to mutual touching and masturbation. Then we finally made love. It was incredible and mind-blowing. She was 21 years older than me and married. She was my first sexual experience. While exhilarating and exhilarated, I was also thoroughly conflicted. She left her husband about two weeks after we had our first sexual encounter. She tried to convince me that her marriage was already over before she met me. Every time we met, out times together were mostly great and comforting and the sex was fantastic. We were together for 5 years, but they became increasingly difficult years. There were times when I saw the physical age difference between us. I didn't trust myself to remain faithful to her, and she deserved somebody who could. I tried to end our relationship between us but we were co-conspirators. Ultimately, I finally broke the ties that bound us. It was the hardest and best decision I ever made. However, over the years since our relationship ended, we have made love a few times. We cannot seem to let go completely. I wish that I could have had the strength to put my own selfish needs aside and realize what an amazing woman and amazing relationship that I was in. I will always love her and I know that she will always love me.