Ok, I will share my super secret squirrel story. Remember this is a no judgement zone, please no public shaming /default_wink.png . If you don't want to read about sex, please divert your eyes from my post now. Let me rewind five years ago, to give you the whole story.
So there I was..... footloose and fancy free (awww those were the days!) I had JUST gotten out of basic training, and was home on Christmas leave for two weeks. Needless to say, at that point I just really needed to get laid. A friend of a friend introduced me to a worthy participant. What I planned on being a one or two night thing turned into a solid week long fuck fest, until I was finally forced to cut it off when I had to leave. It was the best sex of my life.Bed breaking, body bruising, mind blowing sex. It was a personal record of 10+ times in a 24hr period.
Fast forward 5 years to present day. We've periodically kept in touch over the years, he married and had two kids, I married and have a 3yr old. He lives 1,000 miles away, I've had to move to a strange town where I know no one . We've never been inappropriate, just usually talked about fitness stuff (he runs a Cross fit, and I'm kinda a health/fitness fanatic). Three months ago we started sexting and exchanging naughty pictures until we were both so goddamn turned on we decided it was an itch that had to be scratched. So being the angelic person I am, I agreed to a "sexcation". A week ago he flew into a town a three hour drive from me, and we got a suite..... and well.... I am quite certain I engaged in the hottess, sexiest, primal, animalistic sex ever had. Ever. There are literally no words to fully describe the level of body banging intensity (but don't worry I'll try). It surpassed any expectation of sex I could ever had (and believe me, I've had my share). Within the first day we had it at least 16 times, but more importantly, he came every single time. Sometimes back to back without stopping (PLEASE tell me if anyone has ever experienced this before!?!? It was super human) . Ok, I'll stop there.
So we originally planned on carrying on a little affair and meeting up for a sexcation once or twice a year, but I do have a conscience, and frankly its sexual torture to wait months in between, so I pulled up my big girl britches and cut it off totally. I'm still so sad, and feel kinda heart broken. But I know its probably for the best. So things are back to the usual monotony, but I'm still kinda reeling and basking in the after glow of multiples.
But don't worry, I'm feeling my share of guilt.
Why do you think (or why have you, or would you) people cheat? Any input?