I was close to 40 years old when a young man I worked with began paying attention to me. At first I thought it was odd because he was right out of university and seemed to have an active social life. He had an open smile and spoke with a hint of an Italian accent when he spoke. He would leave small gifts on my desk, nothing extravagant, a single chocolate, but most frequently a flower. Just one flower but I looked forward to getting it. He was warm and friendly but never flirted or said anything overt.

His attentions worked because after a few weeks of his attention, he asked me out to lunch, I was eager to accept. We talked, well really I did most of the talking, and he was an attentive listener. He asked me about my childhood and my friends and where I went to school. His questions took a romantic turn when he asked me about my first kiss. Then about my most anticipated kiss, my most memorable kiss, and other kisses. Then he asked if there was even a time when I initiated a kiss with some I hadn’t kissed before. A series of questions of that nature and finally I realized he had been flirting with me.

He had been signaling that he found me attractive and wanted to kiss me but was also cautious and didn’t want to proceed where he wasn’t welcome. He needn’t have worried because I was quickly becoming enamored. When we walked to his car, he opened the door for me. I sat down, then before he closed the door he bent down and kissed me.

I had never dreamed I’d ever cheat on my husband but that kiss and the ones that followed pushed me quickly into sexual desire. We had a few more lunches at restaurants then he asked me to come to his condo for lunch. By then we’d had a couple conversations on romance which were his indirect way of broaching the topic of sex. What I took from those was that he wanted to have sex with me but he wanted me to initiate the sex.

So that’s what I did. As soon as we were inside his home, I kicked off my pumps and kissed him. We undressed each other and made love. To say that was our relationship ice breaker was a pivotal understatement. My young affair partner was aggressive in bed. I’d never climaxed with my husband but that afternoon, he made me climax twice.

I could not get enough sex with him. There were even a few days when we had sex three times, I stopped in the morning before work, we did it during lunch, and then I stopped over on my way home. He had one kink that took me the longest time to get used to. He had me take all my clothes off and masturbate while he watched still fully clothed. Then he had me unzip him and give him a blowjob. The big wild sex experience came a few months later. I’d told my husband I would be out of town for a couple days.

The second night we were going through our usual foreplay when he flipped me onto my stomach and licked my ass! I’d never heard of such a thing. But he was persistent and probing with his tongue. He’d fingered my ass many times and I got to loving that, but licking? Then rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks. He pressed the tip hard against my asshole and hissed into my ear, “I’m going to sodomize you!” He pushed hard into me. It hurt but he had me pinned and I was helpless to resist. I would do anything for him and if he wanted to hurt me, I was ready to suffer.

I cannot honestly say that I liked being hurt, but I did like giving myself over to him. It hurt almost as much when he pulled out. Then he did something even more shocking. He pulled me up and pulled my head toward his cock. It smelled like poop but he wanted me to suck on it! It was so degrading but I loved him and didn’t want him to dump me. Then he flipped me back over and this time slathered a cream lubricant on my ass and his cock and went back to anal sex. He told me to masturbate while he was slowly thrusting in and pulling out of my ass. The result was a bizarrely intense climax.

After that, we had anal sex many times but that was the only time he hurt me by going inside me with no lubricant. The affair lasted for a couple years. My husband began to suspect I was cheating. He questioned me for weeks until I finally admitted it. I told him I wanted an open marriage. He refused but recognized there was nothing he could do either to get me to quit or talk me out of it.

Eventually the affair burned itself out and ended.