Is It Ok That I Have A Second Family Abroad?
As a senior pilot who flies internationally, I used to get lonely on my layovers. I guess the usual mid-life crisis also struck, for me, when I turned 52. That year, the youngest of my three sons with my American wife graduated from university and moved across the country. All of a sudden, my wife and I were empty-nesters.
As I rose on the seniority list, I was assigned to more international flights and given longer layovers. In Manila, my favorite destination, I met a beautiful woman. In all those years of marriage I had never strayed, despite many opportunities. I keep fit, have a decent-size cock, and try to mix the masculine authority that people expect, with the emotional intuition that people need.
This time, I gave in. Cynthia was only 19 when we met, younger than my youngest son. Yes, I'm sure you're thinking it was just sex, it was exploitative, etc., but no money changed hands, there was no sign she was a gold digger, and I treated her with respect, making sure she enjoyed our nights together as much as I did.
Soon we were texting non-stop, she, improving her English, and me, motivated to learn some Tagalog. I bid for every Philippine flight I could, and also offered to take over when colleagues were out sick. After six months of regular dating, Cynthia and I had a frank talk. I told her I could not leave my home base in the US, my American wife, or my sons (even though they were grown and had moved out). Yet Cynthia and I knew we had a special connection. I decided to marry her in the Philippines.
And we started our family. Cynthia might already have been pregnant when I proposed to her. There was so much passion, we never felt the need to take precautions. She is deeply religious and felt that if and when God wanted us to create life, He would make it happen.
Now I have three young sons in Manila, and a fourth baby (no gender reveal) on the way. I've managed to divide my time between my American wife and my Filipina wife. I've honestly never known as much happiness as this. I am closer to my American wife, more patient and loving toward her, still deeply attracted to her, skilled in pleasing her after so many years. With Cynthia in Manila, every night is a new adventure. She is so innocent, doing everything to please me. She is so energetic, being a mother to my sons during the days, nursing, carrying our next child, and at night, she transforms herself into an exotic Goddess in bed.
In one sense, what I am doing is wrong, but honestly, I saw no sense in living when I was in the darkest phase of my midlife crisis. I was poised to retired early and withdraw from the world. Cynthia has breathed new life into me, and that cannot be a bad thing.
She knows about my American family. My eldest son, who has noticed her home when I FaceTime him during my layovers, has an idea that I have met someone.
Obviously my American wife would not understand, even though my marriage with Cynthia takes nothing away from my marriage with her. I have made arrangements for both of my wives to be well provided-for after I die; they will have no material worries. The last question in my life planning is whether to write a letter to my American wife, to be opened when my will is read, so that she can choose to get in touch with Cynthia if she wants. I have left such a letter for my oldest son, so that he can watch over Cynthia, and his half-brothers, when I am no longer here. I guess that's my only regret - becoming a father again in my early- to mid-fifties means I am less likely to see my new babies through milestones like graduations, first jobs, and marriages. I pray daily that I will be alive for those happy moments.
Thank you for caring enough to hear me out. Please be kind in the comments. Tell me things that will help me, my wives, and my different generations of children - not things that will tear me down.
