When I Met My Married Affair Partner for the First Time…Again

My AP is not a stranger, he’s a local dad

I had no expectations for our first meeting, but questions? Oh, yes I had many questions.

Will I like him?

Will he like me?

Will it be awkward?

Why am I so nervous?

I am so nervous!!

He appeared out of nowhere. One day there was a text, a few weeks later we were meeting for the first time in person.

Well, not the real first time, but as two consenting adults with a strong sexual attraction to each other and looking for sex? It was the first time for that.

We knew each other in real life. Parents whose kids are at the same birthday parties, school activities, sport events, volunteer gatherings, and an occasional cook-out.

Yes, my AP and I have met each other’s spouses and children.

This first meeting was to see if we were attracted to each other. It was to see what comes next after months of texts and some hot, steamy emails.

It was the test meeting. The “will-we-have-sex?” meeting.

Will we have sex?!?!

I’m married and he is married too. We know each other’s families.

What was I doing?!!

I’ll tell you what I was doing. I was taking the first, very risky, step into the world of adultery. Why? I needed sex! It sounded so simple.

I was escaping a dead bedroom and a marriage of 20+ years that was boring, depressing, platonic, and basically an arrangement.

I had not been naked with my own man, let alone another man in a long, long time.

I took my wedding ring off weeks earlier. I said out loud during one of my ranting meditations filled with no-sex frustration:

“I WILL find someone who wants to have sex with me. I do not know who or where, or how. But I will find him!”

Ha!

I’m sure the universe laughed out loud.

The hug

We worked out together during the pandemic at a nearby outside obstacle course. It was friendly, fun, and nice to see each other. Heck, it was nice to see anyone during the pandemic.

He’s fit, strong, and athletic. Not the usual specimen of dads in my town. He was someone to notice, to look at with curiosity, wonder, and even lust about in this very public setting.

With this up-close encounter, I was lucky to see what I may not have noticed beforehand. I mean, how often do you check out the dads at a kid’s birthday party?

His legs are strong and cut from years of organized sports and running every day. His skin is smooth and tan. As his shirt slightly shifted exposing his belly. I was pleasantly surprised at the flat, taut abs.

Oh, his abs were very noticeable to me. Abs are an easy gateway to my arousal.

We finished our work out, thanked each other, and wished each other well.

Then he hugged me.

What was that? Why did he hug me so tight? He, we, lingered a bit longer than community friends might.

The gift

Women ask for it often in their marriages. The gift of time, attention, company, and effort. He gave it too me.

He found me.

He pursued me.

He reached out to me, every day.

Every day.

And he showed up that day. At our first meeting. Our first meeting to see if we liked each other enough to get naked. Our first meeting to see if sex was an option.

He showed up, like I did, in pursuit of hope, companionship, desire, and sex.

He took my hand as we walked through the park. My nerves were high and my anticipation was raging. OMG, he is touching my hand. A man, not my husband, is expressing affection toward me.

I was babbling about nothing, the weather, work, my car, I can’t remember. Then he stopped walking and turn toward me. Both of his hands on my arms.

The kiss

It was a dark, gloomy winter’s day. As we walked around the deserted park. I had no expectations. I wanted to be there with him, yet I was in complete acceptance of what may or may not be the outcome. He made me feel comforted, relaxed and welcome.

Boy was that new for me!!

I could feel the heat of passion from his hands through my coat. Our eyes met, he kissed me for the first time. Soft lips, sweet taste, and excitement running down through my body. The cold wind blew my hair.

I kissed him back.