I’m not sure if I feel bad, or guilty, or something else but I have purposefully never told my wife about the woman before her.

It was a completely different situation. I had been divorced for about three years at the time when I was introduced to her by a mutual friend. I had come into the friends workplace one day to drop something off and her coworker pestered her for the next couple of weeks to introduce us. Eventually it happened and we went on a first date soon after that. Now there was a large age difference, I was 40 and she was 24, but we ignored that at first.

It was a couple of dates in and a little bit of great sex that we both realized that a relationship would not work for us. We were both working through things and we were just too different in all ways except sex. Which lead to the suggestion of a fwb arrangement. I had no problem agreeing to that.

Well as it continued on it got more and more kinky. My now fwb was totally opening up my world sexually. I had been in the most vanilla marriage ever and now finding a woman who wanted to try things that some porn stars won’t do was blowing my mind. It never failed that we wound fuck 2-3 times per week and each time she would always want more that one load of cum, which thankfully I have a super short refractory period.

Each week I would get texts with either pictures or descriptions of things she wanted me to do to her or things she wanted to do to me. The buildup was insane sometimes as I was working night shifts and needed to wait a couple days to see her.

This went along for months and the sex was out of this world. So much so that most of the things we have done I’ve never told anyone, but a few I’ve posted to Reddit.

Then one day I was in a coffee shop and began chatting with the woman in front of me in line. She was drop dead gorgeous and it was nice to chat and flirt a little bit. After we got our coffees she asked if I’d be back the next day at the same time and I said I would. Well she handed me her business card and asked me to call her so we could have coffee together. I agreed and we wet bout separate ways.

One hour later I was being rushed into surgery after a major car accident and didn’t make the coffee the next day. Once I was out of the three major surgeries it took to our me back together I was able to text her back explaining i wasn’t ghosting her but had been in an accident. She understood and thanked me for letting her know.

Meanwhile I had heard nothing from my fwb so I texted her what happened and her only concern was that she was not going to get fucked for some time and seemed angry. From there she became more distant and I learned from a friend that they had seen her at the bar trying to pick up any guy she could. I tried texting her to see if things were ok, but soon I learned that she wasn’t going yo text back (I never heard from her again).

Meanwhile the woman from Starbucks shows up at the hospital with a care package and coffee the next day. Things went from there and I ended up marrying her, but have never told her about the woman before her. My wife is nowhere as kinky or adventurous, but she loves sex and is the greatest person I’ve ever met. She has kinda hinted at wanting to know about the person I was seeing before her but has never pushed it. I just feel like that level of kinky sex might be more that she has ever imagined.