Riding the SEX High of an Affair

The Heady Desire

When I left my lover, I was euphoric. Riding the sex high for as long as possible.

Why?

Because I knew I would never get sex at home so I needed to stretch this feeling out. My pussy was deliciously sore. My panties soaked. My body felt used.

While I was picking up coffee, I replayed the scenes in my head.

“I can’t believe he did that!”

“Oh my God, I was moaning so loud.”

“How does he know exactly what to do?”

My secret smiles were for me alone. I might have blushed if I had any decency left.

“You were delicious today,” my lover texted.

“Hey what are you smirking at?” my husband would ask when I got home.

“Nothing, just something funny I read,” I said pointing to my phone.

Little did he know…

He could never guess that his conservative wife of 20 years had a secret lover. If we ever had sex, I might not have needed one.

My libido wasn’t so easily restrained.

“Normal couples” had sex a few times a week, studies say. In my marriage it’s been years of zero sex. Until I couldn’t take it anymore and I went looking for a man.

Every day I masturbated like a fiend thinking of my lover, counting down the days until we’d see each other again. Once a week wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed his body in mine. I longed for it. My desire had reached a fever pitch. No more denial.

So, I rode the sex high. I touched myself every chance I got. I sexted him.

“I want your mouth on me.”

“I need you pounding me hard.”

“I can’t get enough of you.”

I didn’t even hesitate to press send.

“You are so sexual,” he said. “I love it. Never had a woman like you.”

The joy of having an affair meant I didn’t have to temper my desires. He knew my need. He was more than willing to help me extinguish the flames. No pretending. I was on fire for him.

Driving to the hotel room, I could feel my lacy underwear getting damp.

“I’m so horny for you,” I texted. “I’m getting wet already.”

“Good, can’t wait.”

“You do things to me that I can’t believe.”

“I’ll do anything you want,” he said.

“Anything?”

“Absolutely. I want to make you happy,” he said.

Happy? How novel! That hasn’t happened in forever in my marriage.

I’m on board with happy. And fulfilled.

“You are so sexy,” he whispered in bed afterwards, we were lying together. “I feel sexy with you.”

I couldn’t remember the last time I felt desirable at home.

Passion was part of the promise. Cheating felt insanely right. Like nothing else I had ever done.

“I was always a good girl,” I said. “Who knew what I was missing?” “Bad girls have more fun,” he replied. “Yes, they do!”

And at middle age, I was ready for lust. Being 50 made me decide that it wasn’t too late.

“Life is short. Have an affair.” The tagline for Ashley Madison, the site for married lovers to find each other.

Life was indeed short, I decided. Nothing was off the table.

That post sex haze was intoxicating. I wanted more.

“When can we see each other again?” I asked. “Next week.”

“I can’t wait.”

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