Chronicles of a Married Sex Addict: Moving Forward? (Book One, Part Ten)

When your affair partner reminds you that you aren’t part of their real life, you remind them that they aren’t part of yours

**Author’s note: This is book one, part ten in a series of articles. To start from the beginning, go to https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-sex-addict-the-beginning-7a8b72d29a86. Missed a story? Go to the chapter listing page: https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-married-sex-addict-chapter-listing-5cf51f0d2715**

“I love you,” Ben said and kissed my forehead. I pretended to be asleep and didn’t respond. I knew I loved Ben, but now I felt guilty because of my feelings for Jack. I needed sexual fulfillment and Ben wouldn’t give me that. I didn’t mean to have feelings for Jack, but I couldn’t stop it. Unfortunately for me, I was about to understand the difference between an affair partner and a significant other, and that I was capable of just about anything.

I remembered the day quite well. It was a Friday and I had some plans that night with my sister, Rita. I was having lunch at work and decided to browse Facebook, which was the norm for me. That’s when I came across the announcement. There was a picture of Jack and… apparently his new fiancé, kissing while she showed off her ring. “Congratulations!” was screamed all over the comments by our joint friends and their family.

I didn’t know what to feel or think. I went through the rest of the afternoon, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me. I knew we were just in it for sex and I didn’t have the right to expect him to halt his life for me. I was married already and not looking to divorce Ben. I received several emails from Jack that day that I didn’t respond to. He got tired of my non-response and decided to Facebook Message me. I continued to ignore him. He was ready to move forward in his life without me, so I was ready to move forward without him.

I messaged Rita and we decided on our favorite pizza place from childhood and then we would head to Buster’s bar. I ordered a whiskey and soda, which wasn’t common for me at dinner. “Everything ok?” she asked. I replied, “Yeah, just kind of tired, and you know work stress.” “I saw on Facebook that Jack is getting married,” she said, knowing that was probably what was bothering me. “I wish him well,” I responded and changed the subject. I ordered another whiskey and tried to drown my feelings.

As we ate, some friends from high school came in, all of which asked me if I knew about Jack’s engagement. I gave the same generic response and changed the subject each time. Drink three, drink four (good thing my sister drove) and I was feeling pretty feisty. Just in time for Jack’s best friend from high school, Paul, to come strutting in the door. “How the hell are ya, Paul? Haven’t seen you in years,” I exclaimed, probably loudly.

Paul responded, “I’m ok. Did you hear that…” I cut him off before he even finished the sentence. “Did I hear what? That Jack is getting married? Why the fuck would I care?” Paul looked like he expected that response. I followed up with: “Hey, we’re going to Buster’s later, if you want to meet up…” His eyes lit up a little. He had always had his eye on me, but never had me. “Maybe I’ll see you there,” Paul said as he trailed off and walked to his table.

Rita excused herself from the table to make a phone call before we left. Paul took the opportunity to come back to the table and sit down for a little chat:

Paul: “Still going to Buster’s?”

Me: “Only if you come and buy me a drink.”

Paul: “Oh, I’ll come.”

Me: “If we’re lucky, we both will…”

I moved my foot up his leg under the table, all the way up to his crotch. He was getting aroused already, so this was going to be easy.

Paul: “I thought you were married?”

Me: “I am, but your hard cock tells me that you don’t care.”

Paul: “Well, if you don’t, I don’t.”

Rita arrived back at the table and Paul got up gently to conceal his hard on. “What was that about?” Rita wondered. “I don’t know,” I responded nonchalantly. We got to the bar about 15 minutes later, and Paul was already there with a whiskey sour for me. “Is this right?” he asked. “It’ll work. Let’s go to the back and play pool.”

Rita came back with us and picked up a guy as her partner. Towards the end of the second game, she was into him and they snuck off somewhere. That left me with Paul and the pool tables. I bent over to take a shot and he rubbed his hard cock against my ass. I moved up and down slightly, which made him grab my hips and grind into me. I put the pool cue down and reached back for a handful. He moaned quietly and I stroked him thought his jeans, examining what I was about to get. “One sec,” he said as he went and put a pool cue through the double door handles.

He raced back over and started quickly unbuttoning my pants while I undid his. “I’ve been waiting years for this!” he said as he kissed me and slid my pants down. I bent over the table as he finger fucked me to see if I was ready while I stroked his cock from behind. Within minutes, he was inside me and a new level of pleasure overwhelmed me. He was bigger than Jack and had more stamina in his thrust. He leaned over top of me and grabbed my labia with his right hand and squeezed as he drove himself deeper into me. I moaned with delight as he pumped harder and faster. I lifted my chest up off the pool table and he wrapped his left arm under me while he put his hand around my throat. In the excitement of the moment, I came, loud. He pulled out soon after and came on my back and ass.

Just as we finished, there was a pounding on the doors. “Are you ok in there? The doors won’t open,” some random guy yelled. I yelled back as Paul got dressed, “Everything’s fine. I’ll figure out the doors.” Paul grabbed some drink napkins and helped me clean up while we laughed. Once we were both presentable, I got the doors open while Paul went into the bathroom to hide out. A couple minutes later, he joined me in the back corner. “That was fun. Let’s do that again,” he said with a grin. “Definitely. Let’s have another drink,” I said and snuck a quick kiss. Continue to Part Eleven: https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-married-sex-addict-girl-girl-bar-part-eleven-5a47f98150d7

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