My first lover...

I'm a well-adjusted woman professionally and financially. Pretty, 30 years old, married. My marriage has always been great, my husband is beautiful and the sex between us is fabulous... but, still, I felt a desire to know other bodies, other smells, other tastes... until then I always stifled that desire, due to the fear, the guilt for feeling these socially unacceptable desires. It was exactly a year ago that I had my first extramarital experience. I went out with some friends and went to a jazz show. I spent the night uncomfortable with the insistence of one of those friends to kiss me... but the next day I was amazed that a tall, thin, charming man, carrying a bag full of about 45 years, dressed, did not meet me well. He was always looking at me with admiration, drinking a glass of wine, slowly looking at me with a big mouthful of wine... he would leave me with a big mouthful of wine every time... with a big mouthful of wine every time... with a big mouthful of wine every time... with a big mouthful of wine every time... with a big mouthful of wine every time to start with a big mouthful every time... with every time to start with every time to start with every day... with every time to start with every day with every show... with every other show... with every day... with every other show started to start with every other show with every day... with every day with every day... with every day... with every show started with every other show started with every day... with every day... with every show started with every day... with every show started with every day with a crazy... I started with that show... I started with that started with that show... we started with that show... we started with that we started with that show with that show... we started with that started with that show with that show... we started with that show... we started with that show... with that show with that show... we started with that show... with that show with me started with that show... with that show with me started with me started with me started with me started with me started with that show... we started with that show... with me started with that show with that show with me started with me, we started with me, we started with me, we started with that show, it was so many, we started with me, we started with me, it was so many, it was so much before that show, it was so many, we started with me before that show, it was with me, it was so much before that show, it was with me, it was so many, so many, so much, so much, it was so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so much, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, it was, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so...
That was the first of our many encounters...he is married, I am too, and we became lovers...yes, since last year he is my official lover. Of course, after him, I had others...but about those I will tell on another occasion....