It all starts when I get the notification that you’ve invited me to chat. You aren’t the first to invite me after I made my post, and I’m getting a little overwhelmed keeping up with the responses, but there’s something about you that stands out. You are married, just like me. We both love our spouses and don’t want to change anyone’s situation and we are firm on that. Your messages are thoughtful and well written and I can tell that you are a very intelligent person. We share things about ourselves and realize that we have so much in common, in both our interests and in our struggles. But we are different enough people that we are intrigued by one another. We message many times a day, and I find that the others that I’m chatting with are getting less and less interesting to me the more I obsess with wanting to get to know you better and eventually the others fade away, while you and I form a close friendship. I enjoy listening to you talk about your day, and you enjoy my corny, witty sense of humor.

We decide to trade photos which always makes me nervous. I’m a chubby bearded nerd and I discover that you are really cute and pretty. I was already attracted to you because I’m sapiosexual and was attracted by your intelligence long before we shared photos. Lucky for me, chubby bearded nerdy dads are your thing! Whew, that part always stresses me out.

We continue to grow closer. Not falling in love mind you. We are both committed to our spouses and don’t want to tear our families apart or hurt anyone. So we do establish boundaries in that way. But now that we’ve established a physical attraction we find ourselves getting more and more flirty with each other. But of course we can’t act on it. We don’t want to risk getting caught. And it’s not like either one of us can host.

Months go by. We have found great companionship with one another and we chat daily, sharing our lives with each other and turning to one another when we need advice or just someone to listen. In some ways we are like secret best friends.

I’m really socially awkward in person so I’ve always shied away from meeting in real life, but at some point I decide to take the leap. We agree to meet for coffee one morning. We find that we are different in some ways in person, but also the same person. But that makes it interesting. It’s like getting to know one another in person has added a layer of intrigue into this close friendship we’ve established.

As time goes on we meet about once every month or two. Usually it’s for breakfast or a walk in the park. But we decide after a while that it would be fun to go to a movie together. Sort of a pretend date between friends. We share a tub of popcorn, but each have our own drinks. We’ve long agreed that we aren’t going to let this turn into a physical affair, but having you so close to me in a dark room is making my heart race. I’m trying to be a good friend that’s fun to hang out with who doesn’t pressure you into anything, but your damned pheromones are killing me. I’m a gentleman though and I don’t make any moves. We just chat before the movie starts and munch on popcorn. Laughing and having fun quiet conversation. The movie starts and we stop chatting. About a half hour into the movie I’m surprised to find that it’s you who breaks the physical contact barrier when you lay your head on my shoulder. You ask if it’s ok and I laugh and tell you that it’s very ok. After a while I lean my head into yours and place my hand on yours. And you wrap your fingers around mine. We hold ourselves there for quite a while, neither daring to go farther or back away. I shift after a bit because I need to move my legs and you pull your head back and we make eye contact and smile at each other. This wasn’t planned, but before I can stop myself I find my lips on yours and you are kissing me back. Hard. I was not trying to make a move, but here we are, two married people making out in the back of a movie theater like teenagers. I feel myself getting hard and I want to put my hands on you but I draw the line there. We eventually slow down and back off as the movie winds down. We talk about it once the credits start to roll and agree that we both enjoyed it and we could probably be kissing friends as long as we don’t go any further than that.

We go back to our lives, but our online friendships really heats up. We can’t get each other out of our minds and begin sexting like crazy. We send naughty pics and videos of ourselves and get off to each other. We know we want to fuck, but we promise each other that we won’t. But we did really enjoy the kissing. So for our next meeting we have found a private place to park my car and we jump right into making out, no pretense. We even put our hands all over each other, turning each other on. I tell you that my cock is throbbing and you can see the bulge in my pants. You tell me how wet your pussy is and how bad you want me. I tell you that you should finger your pussy for me, just like you have been doing in your videos. You tell me that I should stroke myself first. So I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. You pull your pants down and begin rubbing your clit while you watch me jack off. We lean in and kiss while we pleasure ourselves. We agree that we can’t touch each other. It’s not as bad if we are getting ourselves off. It’s just masturbating, right? You start moaning louder and I feel you tensing up and I feel my balls tighten and my dick is leaking precum. I tell you that I’m going to cum and I pull back from kissing to focus on my strokes. I stare at your beautiful pussy while I stroke myself faster and harder. You start moaning louder as you get closer yourself. I let go and my balls explode. I shoot ropes of cum straight up in multiple spurts. Cum gets all over my steering wheel and my shirt. I hear you next to me cumming with me. When it’s all over we sit there breathing hard and laughing. It was such a release. We didn’t plan for this. In fact we were trying to resist it. We should have known better. We clean ourselves up with some napkins and sit in silence for a bit. I look over to you and ask “So. Where do we go from here?”