In order to clear up any confusion for my followers and others I'll give you a shortened version of my experience from the beginning.

My husband (42m) and I (38f) were high school sweethearts a long, long time ago. We split up, married other people, had kids, divorced and found each other again.

A while after reconnecting and establishing our relationship we began experimenting with our sex life and exploring our kinks and fetishes. Hello threesomes!

Remember Craigslist casual encounters? Yeah. Some flakes and no shows, a few decent cuties, a few hits, a couple misses. Good times and bad. We eventually lost interest in all the work involved.

A few fairly uneventful years later, The Mr brings home a new friend. Let me tell you! This 20-something, 8 inch, Norman Reedus look-a-like brought with him this energy and talent that got those fires going again! We had a lot of fun. But, after a few months, he got a girlfriend and couldn't play anymore. 😞 Bye-bye Norman.

We've played here and there, not much over the years since Norman until recently. The new year brought a renewed interest and I started texting some old friends. I quickly got my first solo date. Oh, boy. I was so nervous that I almost chickened out. I swallowed my nerves (and his cock!) and persevered. A mediocre roll in the hay and I went home to a husband that had never been more excited. The reclaim was unbelievable!

Then The Mr got in touch with an old friend and made some arrangements. I wasn't too excited. This guy was never on my radar. I had barely thought about him in over 20 years. He came to pick us up to go out. I got in the front seat, looked over, locked eyes with The Guy and lost all ability to breathe. It was like someone hit me with a brick. Uh-oh.

Every time I saw him it just got stronger. I knew I was in trouble. I never once thought about leaving my husband. I love him. He's my world. But I really wanted to include The Guy. I love him too.

I broke a rule. Last week, we had a fight, me and The Mr. I went to The Guy's house. We didn't do anything but I shouldn't have been there to begin with. I haven't seen or spoken to him since. I miss him. I'm sorry.

So that's my simplified story. I don't know what to do or where to go from here. I don't know if I can ever do this again.