I got married at 17 and have been married to the same man for the last 40 years, he is 2 years older than me. When we were going together he made out out my best friend, even though he admitted it and was very sorry, it still pissed me off. So when a boy in my class who flirted with me all of the time chanced to have an opportunity to make out, I thought what the hell, what good for the gander is good for the goose.
What I didn't realize is how much fun and exciting it was or how much that I enjoyed it. I mean all I was going to to is just kiss and maybe let him feel me up, but the more we made out, the more turned on we got, and the more I wanted him. We ended up having sex, the raw passionate, I shouldn't be doing this teenage sex. It was the hottest sex that I had ever had up to that time in my life.
It started a clandestine affair that has lasted my entire life. The rest of my senior year, we would sneak off and fuck until we were exhausted. We pleased each other in every conceivable way, I always felt comfortable with him. He was the first man that I enjoyed swallowing, he was my first anal, though it was accidentally at first, I didn't stop him and even coaxed him to continue.
Now you have thought that we would have dropped our steadies and went off to live happily ever after, but it didn't go that way. I got pregnant, he had serious career wishes that didn't include marriage, abortions just were not that easy at that time, so I married my boyfriend, after all there was a good chance the child was his.
My husband had a career in the service, and we moved away. I came back home 2 years later as my husband had a remote tour. A month later I was out with my sister and we ran into him. He was home from college, and he sat down with us and had a drink and we caught up with each other. My sister went to the bathroom and he leaned over and ran his hand up my leg and kissed me, I was a bit surprised but didn't resist, we both still felt the electricity and chemistry. I spent the rest of that summer meeting him in secret, the sex was just as incredible as before. Then he went back to college and shortly after I left for my husband's new duty station.
4 years and 2 children later I went home for a vacation while my husband went to anew base to set up house. I ran into him again. He was home visiting to, he had just finished law school and was going to be a lawyer in another state, he like me hated the little backwater we grew up in. I was determined not to fall into an old habit, and I think that he didn't want to either as he told me that he was engaged, but as we parted, we embraced and I was going to give him a peck on the cheek, but somehow it ended on each other's lips and our mouths parted instinctively, our tongues explored each other and that chemistry was still there. This time the sex was much more mature, still passionate, and oh so comfortable. We lay in bed afterward, we talked, kissed, caressing each other. Neither of us had any expectations of where this was going, just enjoying the moment.
I had a very satisfying life with my husband and long ago given up any of my girlish fanasties of running off with him had stopped long ago. I used to justify these actions because I wondered if my husband was always faithful to me. He had plenty of young girls that worked for him. A few of them had even told me what a great man that I had. That always made me mixed between being pissed and jealous.
Still I have hooked up with him several more times. I honestly can say is hat I haven't planned any of the meetings. We have moved back to our hometown, since my husband retired from the service. I wanted my children to be able to get to know their extended family, and after all the time away it isn't as bad as I remember.
He is a drug that I can't give up and truthfully I don't want to.