[MF] The Day My Marriage Ended

Kristin moved in next door in June of 2020. She was small, 5′ 4″ and thin, with pale, freckled skin and dark brown hair. She had her hair in a long ponytail, wearing a big t shirt and a mask, when I saw her for the first time. I thought she was cute and said hello. Kristin told me that she had just graduated from a nearby college and was looking for a job, and then she went back to directing the movers around. It wasn’t the day my marriage ended, yet.

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I didn’t have many interactions with Kristin over the next few months. She talked with my wife more than me. I was in my early 30s, working a demanding financial sector job (made more demanding by remote work), and happily married to my pretty and charming wife. But I started to run into Kristin more with the end of 2020 approaching. I was going in to work occasionally by that point and working out late at night whenever I was home, and I’d see Kristin around everywhere — at the gym downstairs, in the mail room, out for a walk, sipping a coffee. We would both be in the gym late on weeknights and we started to chat about little stuff happening in the neighborhood or in our lives. We wore masks at first, but we started taking them off when it was just the two of us in the gym. Kristin was a great listener, always nodding along with her eyes slightly widened, attentive for any cue as to how she should react. She’d always be a little sweaty and tired, and she had that incredibly slim, feminine build of a young woman who runs. Eventually, I started coming over to her treadmill to chat almost every time we were downstairs. Even with her standing up on the treadmill, I’d be an inch or two taller than her when we talked. We started flirting. There was an edge and a tension every time we saw each other, and it kept building. Like I said, I thought she was cute. Very, very cute. But, not yet.

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There was one issue with our gym sessions. I started getting hard with her around down there. I’d be lifting in front of the mirror, Kristin behind me on the treadmill. And I’d get rock hard, watching her ponytail bounce and her pale legs flow from stride to stride. I started starting at her ass whenever I could, thinking about ripping her shorts off and whether she shaved her pussy. I’d catch her looking at me sometimes too, and she’d always smile for just a second and then look away. It was a Friday in early March when she came over to where I was lifting after her run ended. I didn’t usually work out on Fridays, and she asked what I was doing there. I told her: Jen, my wife, was out of town for the weekend.

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I got extremely hard as we talked and I considered the situation. I knew we were flirting, I knew I had told her my wife was gone, I could see Kristin in her little running shorts with beads of sweat running down her skin, and she was standing next to me — small and cute and young and so close to my erect cock. Today was the day my marriage ended. I didn’t fuck Kristin that night, but it ended all the same.

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I wanted to risk something, and Kristin did too. She began working out a few feet away from me, toning her slim arms and doing dumbbell squats. We kept making eye contact in the mirror. I wanted her naked, in my arms, taking my dick. I decided to do a few reps of bench press on the bench a few feet back from where we were working out. I was laying on my back, in gym shorts, and I was hard. I’m not small; it was noticeable. I wanted her to see. As I sat up from my second set after racking the weight, Kristin was turned around and looking at me. I felt a jolt of pure panic. She reached up to adjust her pony tail and smiled at me — a big smile — “You’re so strong. And you look great.” My panic turned into a moment of insanity. I stood up, dick throbbing and trying to burst out of my shorts, and walked towards her with a smile of my own — “Thanks. You’re nice to look at too.” I was standing right in front of her, staring down into her attentive, upturned face. We had been building towards this for months.

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I glanced up at the door to the gym. It was late on Friday night. Nobody was there. But when I looked back at Kristin, I was frozen. She waited a moment, and then said “Yeah? You think so?” I wanted her. I pulled Kristin in by her hips and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth was soft and wet and eager. Receptive as always, she gave the slightest sighing moan with her eyes closed. My dick was pressed against her thin runner’s body. I ran one of my hands up to the back of her head and then pulled away from the kiss. I held Kristin for a moment there, one hand on the small of her back, one hand on the back of her head. Cradled below me and against me. Every fiber of my body wanted to carry her upstairs and fuck her.

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She smiled up at me again. Suddenly the panic came back, and I let go of her and stepped back — “I’m so sorry,” I said, “I am not thinking straight at all.” With my nerves back, Kristin lost hers too — “Oh my god, yeah, don’t worry. That’s ok, that’s nothing, we don’t have to…” We both stumbled over our words and feet and I rushed out. I felt slightly sick to my stomach as I went upstairs and my heart was thumping. I hadn’t kissed any other girl than my wife since 8 or 9 years ago, back when I was Kristin’s age.

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When I got back to our apartment, I heard Kristin coming up and going in next door. I was still hard, and hearing her outside made me horny again. I wanted to fuck her so badly. It was too much though, way too much for that night and for where I was mentally. But I slipped my cock out of my gym shorts and masturbated. I stood up in the middle of the kitchen and thought about fucking Kristin right there over the counter, her little shorts and panties pulled up to the side. I stroked myself and grunted and thought about her 23 year-old pussy. When I came, I came rope after rope all over the floor. As I grabbed paper towels to clean up and the blood slowly drained out of my cock, I had that incredible post-ejaculation clarity of thought. And I knew I was going to cheat on my wife.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ya91n4/mf_the_day_my_marriage_ended