She was one of my most unlikely of conquests. I publicly state in my Tinder profile that I'm married and that I'm looking for something discreet. So one day Nadine, a Marriage Counselor by trade, swiped right on me and as luck would have it, I had previously swiped on her. A match! Turns out she swiped on me just to tell me what a complete asshole I was for cheating on my wife and I should be ashamed of myself. So I thanked her for the swipe and her feedback, told her to have a pleasant day, and unmatched her.

A week or two later I notice I have a match - it's Nadine. Again she ripped me a new one, spewed more vitriol, and I politely thanked her again and we bid adieu yet again.

This happened 3 times. 3 Nadine matches, 3 very angry messages, and an unmatched. But for some reason, the 4th time was different. Instead of a "hit and run", this time Nadine followed up her angry text with questions, intrigued about why I do what I do. She cooled down and managed to carry on an actual conversation. We moved off the app to text, and had some very civil banter for a few days. Well one morning, she invited me to her house so we could carry on a face to face discussion of why I was such a degenerate.

So there we were that summer morning, sitting in her patio swing, enjoying some coffee, and we talked about my wayward ways. How could I do this to my lovely wife? What would my kids think? She implored me to seek out counseling. After about an hour of this she looked me in the eye and said "I will admit, you are an attractive man. I love your dimples." And I leaned in for the kiss. And there I was, making out with the Marriage Counselor who so strongly despised me and everything I stood for, our tongues twisting together. And lol and behold, she invited me to go inside and up the stairs to her bedroom we went. She undressed and climbed into bed, while I disrobed and stood next to the bed, my cock absolutely throbbing. She reached out and stroked it, but then suddenly had a blank stare in her eyes. She looked at me and said "I can't do it. This is so wrong. It violates all my principles, not to mention my professional obligations. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

I was disappointed, but I didn't argue. I told her I understood,thanked her for the coffee and the pleasant conversation, got dressed, descended the stairs, and let myself out. I pulled out of the driveway, and off I went. However, I wasn't half a mile down the road when I see my phone light up with a text. Its Nadine. "Come back here right now and fuck me."

My tires were squeeling as I made the U-turn. I pulled in the driveway, ran up the stairs, took off my clothes and my primal instincts took over. I fucked her like I hadn't been laid in years. We fucked a handful of times after that until eventually she met someone that she could have a more traditional relationship with. But I often look back and smile about the irony of it all.....