In my mid twenties I was waiting tables at this Irish bar. A guy kept putting the move on me and asking me out. He was about the same age, he looked like he had money, he was really a jerk. One night, he put pressure on me and I agreed to go with him to get an early breakfast when I got off. He had an Italian sports car, when we were at breakfast he told me that what he really wanted was what was between my legs. He told me that from the day he saw me he wanted me and he needed me to give him release.

We went to his apartment, which was up by the University. In the bedroom he spent a short time on foreplay and he pushed himself on top of my back and fucked me from behind. I got dressed and asked him to take me home, but he told me to get in bed and get some sleep.

The next morning he took me to my apartment. He followed me in and pressed me up against the kitchen counter grabbing my boobs and humping against my ass. He told me give him some more pussy. I got my pants down and he fucked me from behind again. After he let me go I asked him if he ever fucked a girl face to face.

Six weeks later I went to get an abortion. After the abortion I got an IUD. I didn't want another pregnancy.

After he fucked me face to face, I stayed with him. I kept the abortion to myself. There were times later on when I felt guilty for what I did. As time went by we talked about getting married. Once I met his sister I realized after that I wasn't ever going to be his wife. I was tolerated as his girlfriend but I was never considered marriage material for him. In our thirties I asked him to either marry me or let me free.

I didn't get married and I am not free. He is married now but when we get together we fuck like our lives are coming to an end. His wife is a nice girl and she doesn't deserve having a husband who can't keep his hands off another woman. But it doesn't matter how much I try to stay away I can't and I can't stop myself from having sex with him. He can't either, he calls me every day.