It Was Obvious
I'd been married for almost fifteen years when my husband decided to go in search of greener pastures. He moved out and I was miserable for months. But then I decided to take a friend up on an offer to get out of the house. While we were out, I ran into a man I hadn't seen in years but had always admired from afar. He and I started talking, and I found out that he, too, was in the midst of a divorce and had also spent many years admiring me from afar and even more now than ever. After some wonderful conversation and a few seductive glances, I agreed to leave with him. I informed my friend who wasn't too happy about my decision. But this guy was hot, like white hot, and I'd been with the same-old/same-old for almost fifteen years and this felt so incredible. We didn't even make it back to his house before the thermostat started rising to heights it hadn't seen in years. There was more passion in his kisses and more fire in his hands than I ever knew existed. After pulling into his driveway, I could see how excited he was from my slightest touch. It was obvious, and it made me want him all the more. Our lips brushed, our eyes locked and then we tasted each other. I could barely breathe. I was on fire. I ached inside. I had to have him now! We both started to peel each other's clothes off. I climbed up on top of him and experienced the most wild and passionate sex I have ever known. Then we fell apart, both our bodies gleaming in the moonlight. All you could hear was crickets and the deep heaves of our breath as our pulses tried to recover from the experience we had just shared. After a short period, we couldn't resist and started again. Only this time, we decided to be mature, since we're both thirty-seven, and proceeded to the house where a perfectly comfortable bed lie waiting for us. We had sex together again and again in marathon style like none other could compare until we both passed out from beautiful exhaustion. It was the most wonderful experience I've ever known. My only regret is this; my husband, even knowing about this encounter, wants me back, and I'll never see my long-lost lover again. Although we both long for each other, I wonder if I will ever know that passion again.
— Magdie, 37