Straight Female / 62
Is It Cheating
My husband and I have been married 39 years. I had never stepped out on him, nor has he ever been unfaithful to me, that is, until 2 years ago. I met an old friend from my high school that i had not seen in many years. That started a new phase in my life.
I received an message from him on FB, and he wanted to get in touch with me to talk about old times and catch up, we had not seen each other since High School. I asked my husband if he thought it OK if I met a High School friend at a public park. He told me he thought that was a nice idea, and to have fun catching up.
Right off I want to say that I was never intimate with this friend, and I did just intend to talk over old times and catch up with events in our lives. It turned out so differently.
We met at the park and gave each other a hug, and I knew this was a mistake. It was physically stimulating to hug him. My breasts no sooner touched his chest and I wanted to have more, much more.
We started walking around the park. I found my hand dangling between us, and he took it in his as we walked. My heart was racing, and I know I blushed a bit when he took it. We stopped at an observation platform by a small waterfall and we looked at each other, and I kissed him. More like my lips were all over his face!
I had never even held his hand before, but in High School, I had wanted to be his girl. Not just a girlfriend, but I wanted to be "his girlfriend". I was right back in that train of thought!
He felt me up, and I left him! His hands were all over me as we kissed. His tongue felt like it was half way down my throat, and mine followed his into his mouth. People came past us, and we were more careful, but acted like a married couple in public. Several told us we were a good looking couple. We both were married, just not to each other!
We were in the park for hours kissing, talking, catching up, groping like teens. The sun was going down when we decided to part company and go to our respective homes. He asked to see me again, and I agreed. We exchanged phone numbers and gave each other a final hug, kiss, and he squeezed my breast once again.
I returned home to the man I had been married to for 37 years, at that point, and I hugged and kissed him with those same lips that I had just snogged another man with! He asked, "How did your meeting go with your friend?"
I no more than opened my mouth to say, "Fine, things went well." Instead out it all poured. The whole day came running out of my mouth, confessing everything we had done! I was shocked, even dumbfounded, afraid to look at my husband.
When i finally looked, he asked, "So, would you like to see him again?" All I could do is stammer, "W-What?" And he said, "I knew something like this was probably going to happen, and I understand, and it's alright. Would you like to see him again?"
I couldn't look him in the face, I just stared down at the floor like a little kid that knows she was in trouble. I very softly said, "Yes."
He raised my chin and looked me in the eyes, and told me, "Alright, but you will not sneak around like you are cheating on me. I know, so it is not cheating. We will be open and honest with each other about our feelings on this. Is that agreeable with you?" I softly told him, "Yes." And then hugged and kissed him with all the love in my heart.
That is how I started loving and being loved by 2 different men--one, my dear, sweet husband now of 39 years, and my "boyfriend", of almost 2 years now, that boy I had always wanted to be the girlfriend of since high school.
As we agreed, I always tell him when I am going to meet my boyfriend, and I tell him what we did when I get back. My husband helps me get ready, and comments on my clothing choice, and how sexy I look. I also let him see and feel that I shaved for my boyfriend. When I'm ready to go, he kisses me and sends me on my way.
I confess all to him when I get home again.
My husband knows. He even encourages me, saying that I am now the girl he married 39 years ago, once again.
At times, I still cannot help, but feel that I am cheating, and I am a dirty slut, not worthy of either of them.
I received an message from him on FB, and he wanted to get in touch with me to talk about old times and catch up, we had not seen each other since High School. I asked my husband if he thought it OK if I met a High School friend at a public park. He told me he thought that was a nice idea, and to have fun catching up.
Right off I want to say that I was never intimate with this friend, and I did just intend to talk over old times and catch up with events in our lives. It turned out so differently.
We met at the park and gave each other a hug, and I knew this was a mistake. It was physically stimulating to hug him. My breasts no sooner touched his chest and I wanted to have more, much more.
We started walking around the park. I found my hand dangling between us, and he took it in his as we walked. My heart was racing, and I know I blushed a bit when he took it. We stopped at an observation platform by a small waterfall and we looked at each other, and I kissed him. More like my lips were all over his face!
I had never even held his hand before, but in High School, I had wanted to be his girl. Not just a girlfriend, but I wanted to be "his girlfriend". I was right back in that train of thought!
He felt me up, and I left him! His hands were all over me as we kissed. His tongue felt like it was half way down my throat, and mine followed his into his mouth. People came past us, and we were more careful, but acted like a married couple in public. Several told us we were a good looking couple. We both were married, just not to each other!
We were in the park for hours kissing, talking, catching up, groping like teens. The sun was going down when we decided to part company and go to our respective homes. He asked to see me again, and I agreed. We exchanged phone numbers and gave each other a final hug, kiss, and he squeezed my breast once again.
I returned home to the man I had been married to for 37 years, at that point, and I hugged and kissed him with those same lips that I had just snogged another man with! He asked, "How did your meeting go with your friend?"
I no more than opened my mouth to say, "Fine, things went well." Instead out it all poured. The whole day came running out of my mouth, confessing everything we had done! I was shocked, even dumbfounded, afraid to look at my husband.
When i finally looked, he asked, "So, would you like to see him again?" All I could do is stammer, "W-What?" And he said, "I knew something like this was probably going to happen, and I understand, and it's alright. Would you like to see him again?"
I couldn't look him in the face, I just stared down at the floor like a little kid that knows she was in trouble. I very softly said, "Yes."
He raised my chin and looked me in the eyes, and told me, "Alright, but you will not sneak around like you are cheating on me. I know, so it is not cheating. We will be open and honest with each other about our feelings on this. Is that agreeable with you?" I softly told him, "Yes." And then hugged and kissed him with all the love in my heart.
That is how I started loving and being loved by 2 different men--one, my dear, sweet husband now of 39 years, and my "boyfriend", of almost 2 years now, that boy I had always wanted to be the girlfriend of since high school.
As we agreed, I always tell him when I am going to meet my boyfriend, and I tell him what we did when I get back. My husband helps me get ready, and comments on my clothing choice, and how sexy I look. I also let him see and feel that I shaved for my boyfriend. When I'm ready to go, he kisses me and sends me on my way.
I confess all to him when I get home again.
My husband knows. He even encourages me, saying that I am now the girl he married 39 years ago, once again.
At times, I still cannot help, but feel that I am cheating, and I am a dirty slut, not worthy of either of them.
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