We’d had another blowup. He, my clueless BF of two years, was dead certain I was messing around behind his back, but, honestly, I wasn’t even thinking about it. This wasn’t the first time we’d had an argument centered around this issue, but I swear, I hadn’t stepped out once. Guess he was easily swayed by doubt, so even when I started working out for myself and for him – after he pointed out that I’d put on some weight – he insisted there must be someone else. Despite having shed some pounds and feeling better about my body, his misconception had really gotten to me. I found myself thinking, if he was gonna accuse me of cheating in any case, why not do it?

A week later, I met an older, attractive man at the supermarket. He was super upfront with his compliments, and flirtatiously noted the tightness of my grey leggings that outlined my freshly toned ass. Turns out he was also a fitness enthusiast and went to the same gym as mine, which explained why he was in such great shape. We hit it off instantly and he invited me out for a drink. Reluctantly, I mentioned my ongoing relationship, to which he replied that my boyfriend was “”a very lucky guy.”” In the spur of the moment, something clicked within me and we decided to meet up for coffee the next day.

Suffice to say the coffee date didn’t last very long, and I found myself inside his comfortable house, stark naked. His name was Sam, and our entangled bodies resonated perfect chemistry. To put it simply, Sam was gifted below the belt and possessed unmatched stamina. He was eager to explore every inch of my body, something my BF barely considered. Delving into uncharted territories, Sam indulged in pleasuring my asshole – a sexual act my boyfriend had always refused to approach. His tongue, lips and fingers moved in ways I didn’t know could make me feel so good.

When he finally penetrated me, either vaginally or anally, I could feel myself approaching the brink. I marveled at every deep thrust of his, the momentum sending waves of orgasmic pleasure through my being. We’ve been secretly seeing each other for over eight months now. Recently, Sam popped up a question about my future plans regarding the relationship with my BF. To that, I clumsily unzipped his pants, took his cock in my mouth and assured him I would call it quits with my BF the very next day. At the end of the month, I plan on leaving my BF for good. He can find himself his desired size zero woman. As for me, well, I’m certain I’ve made the right choice.