I am a 48-year-old housewife.
Until a few months ago, I thought that affairs and infidelity were things that only happened in magazines and dramas, and only to a handful of people.
I married my first boyfriend and had no experience with other men, so even though I had some desire to cheat, I kept it at bay.
My intimate life with my husband happens about once a month, but I wasn't particularly dissatisfied.
Looking back now, I might have been ignorant.
With the kids grown up and my weekdays off from work, I started going to a fitness club.
I'm almost 50, but I still felt like I had some life left in me.
As I frequented the club, I became close with a woman around my age.
We started having lunch and tea together, sharing our private lives.
She told me she had a boyfriend even though she was married.
Honestly, I felt a bit envious.
One day, she asked, "Do you want to come to a group date?"
I said, "I have work and can't go out much at night." She replied, "It's okay, it's on your day off and during the day."
I wondered how she knew my schedule, but she said, "Your days off are always the same."
That day, I dressed up a bit and went to the karaoke room where we were meeting.
There was just her, her boyfriend, and one other man.
"Is this it?"
"Yes, but it's fine, right?"
"I guess, but this feels like a matchmaking session."
During introductions, I found out the man was her boyfriend's friend and around my age.
While I was singing, she and her boyfriend started getting cozy right in front of us.
"Stop that," I said, but she looked at the man and said, "Actually, he wanted me to introduce you to him. He saw you at the fitness club and got excited despite his age."
Soon after, she and her boyfriend left, leaving just the two of us.
"I'm sorry for tricking you today. Can we meet again?" he suddenly asked.
"Uh, yes," I replied.
A few days later, we met for a drive and made plans to meet again.
In the days leading up to our next meeting, I couldn't stop thinking about him.
I was torn between the excitement of seeing him and the fear and uncertainty of whether it was okay to meet him.
On the day, I sent my husband off as usual, took a shower, and dressed a bit sexier than usual. He was already waiting when I arrived at the meeting place.
"I thought you might not come," he said. "Why?" I asked. "Because we're both married, and it's not really a good thing in society," he replied. "That's true," I said, but my long-suppressed desire to cheat was starting to surface.
We drove to a secluded beach with rocky shores. He naturally took my hand as we walked on the uneven ground.
Our hands were sweaty, and I realized he was nervous too.
We found a spot surrounded by rocks and sat down to watch the sea. Suddenly, he pulled me close and hugged me.
"Thank you for coming today. I was a bit worried you wouldn't," he said, looking into my eyes and leaning in. I turned away once or twice, but our lips eventually met. "Thank you," he said, and I closed my eyes and accepted his kiss.
From there, it was a natural progression to a hotel.
He was gentle with me, even as I felt embarrassed.
When I was down to just my underwear, I hurried to the bathroom.
"Just this once, because he's so kind. He'll treat me well," I told myself as I wrapped a towel around me and got into bed.
In bed, he was both gentle and rough.
I even did things I rarely did with my husband.
"Don't look," I said, but his gentle words and techniques made me open my legs and accept his tongue.
It had been a long time since I felt this way, and I was embarrassingly wet. His fingers and tongue brought me to the brink.
"Is it okay now?" he asked.
When I didn't respond, he suddenly brought his member to my mouth.
"Can I do it again? It felt the best it ever has," he said, and I took him in again, all the way to the base.
"Thank you. If you keep going, I'll finish," he said.
Those words made me happy, and I found myself saying, "Come, please."
He rummaged by the bedside and took out a condom. "For both of us," he said.
Seeing it, I asked, "Will it still feel good with that? You don't have any diseases, right? If not... just this once."
He got on top and positioned himself between my legs.
As he lowered his hips, our genitals touched.
"I'm really going to enter you. Is that okay? I'm not wearing it," he said.
My husband always enters without a word, so being asked like this made me happy.
"It's okay, really," I said, and he entered me deeply.
My body melted, and I felt weak in the knees as he thrust.
"I can't take it anymore. If you move any more, I'll finish," I said. "No, just a little more. It feels so good," I added.
"I can't. I'll move a bit, but I'll finish on the sheets," he said.
"No, not there," I replied. "Then where? On your stomach?" he asked.
"Just move. I'm about to finish," I said.
"I can't hold it. I'm really about to finish," he said.
"It's okay, finish inside me," I said, and he ejaculated inside me.
"It's a safe day, don't worry. I kind of thought this might happen today. Your first words made me decide," I said.
Now, we meet about once a month. His techniques and member are different from my husband's.
A few months ago, I couldn't have imagined this.
We always use protection except on safe days, for both our sakes.
