That should have been the end of the affair - not because of the lack of orgasms on everyone’s part but because it wasn’t a good idea from the start.īesides having sex - the worse sex ever - eliminated the excitement of making out in the shed and the basement at work. I said, “Yes.” Neither of us came anywhere close to an orgasm. The sex was so bad that he asked me if he should stop midway. The first time we had sex was in the driveway of his parents’ house in the front seat of his car. He threw a party, and I was one of many invited guests. We started meeting outside of work “to talk.” Then we would park near the water and kiss with reckless abandon until it was time for me to go home. He spent a lot of time groping beneath my shirt, occasionally freeing my breasts from my t-shirt and bra in order to get a better feel or to suck at my nipples with his mouth. Every moment alone was a moment for kissing and heavy petting. We hid in the shed behind the parking lot. I don’t think the fact that my husband was abusive and that he was cheating absolve me for my short-lived and dissatisfying affair, but there’s nothing I can do about it now - except write about it.Ī coworker of mine somehow convinced me to make out with him at work. The first time I attempted to have a one-night stand, I was married. I came close to having a one-night stand - twice. My anxiety and jealousy issues and overall clinginess are not compatible with the love-’em-and-leave-’em lifestyle.
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