My last confession mentioned how one of my fantasies was being with another woman and doing all kinds of sexual acts with her. A couple of months after that, I started looking for a FWB on all kinds of dating apps, sexual hubs, trying to find the right woman who I connected with.

I'm happy to report that I found said woman and we had a coffee date about a week after matching. She's older, 50 compared to my 30, but man is she hot!! She didn't have a picture showing her face on her profile, but I could tell this was different.

We hit it off instantly even after only a few brief messages and arranged our meet up date. As soon as I saw her I just felt this fire; her eyes were mesmerizing, I had a hard time not wanting to touch her and remembering we were in public.

After a worthwhile conversation, we knew we both wanted to pursue this. I walked her to her car and offered to look at her ankle she had injured the night before. Touching her was electric and I fought the urge to kiss her as we said our final goodbye. I've never kissed a woman, but that was the closest I've ever gotten to wanting to.

I came home and told my husband all about it and he encouraged me to set up a more intimate date with her. With both of our husbands approval, me and my new friend booked a hotel for the next Monday. There was no pressure to do anything but talk, but not was I not expecting what would happen in that hotel....