Back when I was 29 and Craigslist personals were still a thing, I would spent late nights reading, posting and emailing with women looking for naughty fun. One time I put together a particularly kinky (and lengthy post) and got a response from an absolute smoke show of an early 40's lady who was interested in talking. Turns out she was married. This had never been my goal, nor had I ever slept with someone who was married. I wasn't interested in being a "home wrecker". All that being said, who was I to judge? We met up for a drink and clicked instantly. We were making out at the bar and feeling each other up, I think the idea that we were in public and she could be seen was a huge turn on for her.

After our first meetup at that bar, she was in for having fun. We started having regular sex 2-3x a week. She would come to my place in the middle of the day (I work from home) for a proper suck and fuck. I've been a dom for as long as I can remember, and while she wasn't inexperienced by any means, she had never played the submissive role or really been with someone who took charge.

Very little was off the table - over the course of the year I trained her and she turned into a perfect little slut for me. She knew when she came over that she needed to wear what I told her to, and when I would ask her if she needed to be bent over and fucked like a naughty girl she would bite her lip and nod her head. I would tell her "you know what you need to do - show me how bad you need it" and she would drop to her knees, pull out my rock hard cock and suck it like a good girl while she looked me right in the eyes.

It was extremely satisfying to watch her sink into sub space both when she showed up but also more and more over time. "When I'm with you, I'm yours to use as you please" she told me. "You have the inherent dominant energy that you can tell isn't for show, and it's really nice to be able to submit to that."

Honestly it was probably the best sex I've ever had. Our sexual chemistry was on point. It ended eventually for schedule reasons on both our ends, but I still think about it all the time (and jerk off to those memories...). I think the fact that it was true NSA, and being just about the sex, and knowing that she was a cheating little slut made it so hot.

I also feel guilty - I wouldn't want my partner cheating on me, and it kinda bothers me to this day. But honestly I think that I feel most guilty about not feeling more guilty, you know what I mean?