Love. A simple and small word, but it carries such a strong meaning. Is it possible to love two people? Or better. Could I love two people? Questions and more questions.
Three months have passed since our first “incident.” My passion for him was stronger than ever, and we used every opportunity we had to be together. I had gone back on birth control because I honestly hate condoms. My husband had a vasectomy after the birth of our children, so I never had to worry, but now with the affair, pregnancy was a real risk. After three months of sex with condoms, feeling him inside like the first time was a dream.
Our encounters had slowed down, so no one gets suspicions. Our partners trusted us, and we didn’t want to change that. The meetings were very casual, sometimes alone and sometimes with friends. Controlling my desire to jump on him, tear off his clothes, and make love in front of everyone. It was the first time that I felt this impulsive desire, almost primitive. All my life, my body only responded to certain contexts, but not now. Just by looking at him, my mind created the most erotic scenes. For the first time in my life, I was spontaneous.