Who to Pick when Having an Affair

Married vs. Single

I’ve had both. Single and married lovers.

Pros and cons with each. Single is great for scheduling.

Being able to text, “Want to see me?” “Yes.”

Nothing better than that. The desire and the availability. It’s a winning combination. It comes with some drawbacks, though.

“You can never talk.”

Yeah, duh? I’m married.

“We can’t go out.” “Yup.” “Don’t you want more?” No. But I don’t say it. It’s too hurtful.

I want to loll around in bed with you and fuck. I don’t need a “relationship” because I have a crappy one already. With my husband, I might add. I’d like to skip the pretending to care part. I already pretend enough.

My single lover says that we are perfect together. I beg to differ.

We are perfect for a few hours. Actually less. After two hours I get antsy. No more talking! “Please don’t open your mouth unless it’s on my pussy,” I want to say. Three hours and I’m ready to go back home to my unhappy home. I don’t need forever.

We would NEVER work in real life. I’m stupid but not that stupid.

Fucking is one thing, relationships are another.

He’s a good lover. That’s about it. And single. Great for scheduling.

My married lover on the other hand, requires planning on almost a tactical level.

“I have company. Can’t text.” The ubiquitous tag line that his wife is nearby. “Ok. Let me know.”

I wait and wait. Nothing is easy about scheduling.

“How’s next Tuesday in the morning?” I look at my calendar trying to juggle my plans.

How much do I want to get laid?

So, badly.

“I’ll make it work,” I text. “Can’t wait.”

The problem is anticipating. It’s good for the loins. It provides build up but it also puts a damper on spontaneous desire. And desire is why I got into this business in the first place.

Cheating. Adultery. Infidelity. Why?

Because I get ZERO sex at home.

No matter how I put it to my husband, he doesn’t want to.

“Maybe later.” “I feel pressured.” “I’m not in the mood.” “I’m wiped.” “You have got to be kidding.” “What is your problem?” He puts a hard emphasis on your.

My problem is that I don’t have sex. I never thought being married would require celibacy. I’m not a nun. I’ve always had a high libido and I’m rather proud of it. At one point, my husband enjoyed it.

So, it brings me back to married or single lovers?

I am an equal opportunity adulteress.

Who will make my panties damp with desire? That’s the key. I’m leading a double life and risking my safe stable marriage for passion.

Enough passion to melt any tiny bit of willpower I have left. Not that I have much. Willpower is not my strong suit.

Surprised?

Naw. What I need is a lover who is fully on board with deceit and depravity. No questions about what we are doing. No guilt. No second guessing. No moral quandary. No trying to do the “right thing.”

The right thing is cheating.

Whether single or married, I’m looking for the best lover I’ve ever had.

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