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I’m married. And I’m not a good person. You can judge me if you want.

I’m married to an amazingly strong, kind, hardworking and loyal person. But from the beginning, we were never in love. We never had any passion in our relationship. We got married for probably the wrong reasons, which were related to our families and career situations. As such, we never had any spark. Sex is at all times routine. A race to cum. Scheduled. Time limits.

I met “A” at work before I got married. Upon seeing this person for the first time, I was hooked. Long-legged, fit, and a face with the perfect mix of seduction and innocence. We drank together one night and I casually said, “why don’t you stay overnight at my place”, to which the reply was a simple “yes”. We fucked.

And for the next few years, even through my marriage, we continued to fuck. In the car. At the movies. At my parents’ house. We had roleplay. We had costumes. We would cum in sync. We had every fantasy I had ever wondered of. I was happy. All the while, my spouse knew nothing. “A” didn’t mind I was married. We carried on regardless of how immoral or unfair it was.

I had honestly fallen in love. Our relationship was so passionate and things were often out of control. I gave so much of myself into it. However, I still kept my family as my priority. “A” wanted me to leave my spouse. But I was a parent by then. I love my child more than anything in this world. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I didn’t.

So “A” left and found another. I couldn’t force the relationship to continue. It was unfair. But I was extremely upset and distraught. Ending it took a lot out of me. It was back to the passionless marriage and I decided to just make the most of it. Perhaps being a parent would fulfill me completely and maybe I wouldn’t need that heat anymore. Maybe I can learn to be satisfied. Maybe my spouse and I can develop something together.. I tried. I failed.

Every day, I would fantasize and masturbate about “A”. Then suddenly, a few weeks ago, “A” reached out. I responded. I poured out all the feelings that had been bubbling inside me ever since we broke up and “A” felt the same. We went to a spa together. We got a massage in a private room. Then the masseuses left. We were alone. We made love in the sauna. Pleased each other orally. Came together, like we at all times did. I hadn’t cum that hard in so long. And of course, my spouse had no idea. Neither did “A”‘s partner.

Today, I’m with my family. I haven’t talked to “A” since then but every day, I’m tempted to do so. I just felt like writing this to get it off my chest. Thank you for reading.

Edit: I really appreciate everyone who commented. It was quite unexpected how so many people decided to stop by. Whether you hated what I did or simply understood it, all comments are fine (except those that commented without bothering to read it).

I have a question. Would anyone be interested to read more specific stories about this? Like the exact details of each time I met up with “A”? If so, I’d be happy to write them. The more I write, the better I feel (getting this stuff off my chest), but only if anyone is interested to read it. Thank you again.

NSFW: yes

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