An Affair To Remember
A true story about two people whose sexual attraction overcomes their reluctance to cheat on her husband, his friend. A romantic affair story.
I had gone to bed early because I was leaving early in the morning. After 18 months of initial military training, my coursemates and I had received our orders and were dispersing to bases across the country. I remember that I had packed and then put on my old, favourite pyjamas. They had seen better days. The waistband elastic was shot and one of the snap
fasteners no longer worked. I connected two of the remaining fasteners to keep the pants around my waist.
Before I fell asleep in my room in on-base quarters, I heard a knock on my door. One of my married buddies, Robert, had come by to say farewell to the single members of our course. We chatted a bit and then he started to leave. I asked him to say goodbye to his wife, Karen, for me. Karen, I knew, was outside in the car, not being allowed in the all-male building.
As I resettled in bed, I began fantasizing about Karen sneaking into the building, coming to my room and I started to get a hard-on. Another knock on the door. I got up and opened the door, hiding behind it to conceal my bulging crotch. There she was. I could see Robert down by the building entrance, making sure that she found me. He then went back to the car while Karen and I chatted briefly and then she moved to hug me. I moved from behind the door quickly and fell into the hug, very aware that only a threadbare layer of cloth separated her from my cock.
I was 25 years old at the time and still a virgin. I got along well with women but did not attract them in a romantic or sexual way. Later that year, I lost my virginity and, by the time I met up with Robert and Karen again, I had slept with seven women.
Four years on…
Four years later, we had all moved to the same city and continued our friendship. I often dropped over for a meal, and Robert and I played a variety of sports together.
One day, I phoned Robert and asked if I could borrow something from him the following week. He said that I could and I replied that I would drop by early in the week. When I did so, Karen answered the door, saying that Robert had gone away for a few days. She invited me in and we began to chat, as we normally did. At one point, she admitted that she and Robert were not getting along. I was shocked although I could remember a few small incidents in which I thought that he had been unkind to her.
I said, “I had no idea. You have never mentioned anything.” She then said the words that will remain in my memory until I die.
“I find it hard to talk to you about this because I find you sexually attractive.”
Not having ever thought that women found me sexually attractive, I was floored by this statement. She explained. That evening years earlier, when she went to my room to say farewell, she had noticed my hard cock (I am still not sure how, since I had tried to conceal it and we were standing fairly close to each other). That had turned her on and she had never forgotten it. This was the first time that I had heard of a woman being sexually excited by a visual stimulus.
I was completely floored. Having spent so much of my adult life as a virgin, I found it hard to accept what she had said. We discussed this for a while and agreed that we would be great together but neither wished to hurt Robert.
The doorbell sounded. Their neighbour was doing some work outside and asked if I could move my car. A bit embarrassed for Karen that she had been found with another man in the house, I said that I had to leave and got up to go. Karen blocked my way, thanked the neighbor, and closed the door. She then gave me a big hug and, as she pulled away, grabbed my crotch, commenting on the hard bulge that it contained.
Needless to say, the memory of what happened dominated my thoughts for days.
A week later, I went over again, to return the borrowed item. Again, Robert was away and we resumed our conversation. Karen was wearing a simple dress with an elastic border just above her breasts. She was a pretty woman, a few pounds overweight just enough to give her a softness and fullness. I cannot remember exactly how and when but I know that I slipped the dress down to reveal her breasts and spent time enjoying them.
She got up to do something and I stretched out a bit on the couch to relieve the pressure in my pants. She returned, sat on the floor beside me, opened my pants, and started sucking. Nothing in my life has equaled that experience. Here was an attractive woman, married to my good friend, unbidden, sucking my cock. At one point, she stopped and said, “Just lie back and enjoy this. I am.”
Karen admitted that it had taken her a few years before she came to grips with what she called her sexuality. Clearly, her passion for sex was more like a guy’s than a woman’s. She craved it and, apparently, Robert did not.
While I was overcome with emotion at having attracted Karen and wished to make love to her, I cherished my friendship with Robert and could not let it proceed.
One day, on the premise of going shopping, Karen left their home and came straight to mine. Again, we chatted a bit and then I mentioned that I had read something that might give her comfort. “It’s upstairs in my bedroom,” I said. “Do you want to come up or shall I bring it down?” She chose to go up.
I read it to her and then she excused herself to go to the bathroom. I decided to sit behind the bedroom door while waiting, to catch her unawares when she returned.
I heard the bathroom door open. She entered the bedroom wearing only my bath towel. She turned and saw me, then turned toward the bed, dropped the towel and climbed into bed.
I went and sat beside her and reminded her that I was attracted to her and thought that we would be great together but I had a huge obstacle, named Robert, preventing me from making love to her. She sadly said that she understood. So, here we were: she naked in my bed, and me, fully clothed, sitting on it beside her.
I asked if she would like me to strip and cuddle with her. She said yes.
She had decided that she could accept my decision to not screw her, but lost that resolve when I snuggled up to her. I certainly could not stop when she drew me into her. Almost immediately, she began to come and come and come.
I could never get over the fact that I was cheating on my good friend, and Karen and I never found the sexual satisfaction that we had anticipated (I never came with her). A year later, I met my future wife, the four of us became good friends and my sexual relationship with Karen ended. After another year, she and Robert separated but both she and Robert remained friends with us.
Thirty years later, this affair remains the most significant sexual memory of my life and one of the warmest memories I have. I have not seen Karen or Robert for many years but I remember them as good friends and particularly remember Karen for making me feel so special.
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