T[F]W you Masturbate in Front of Someone Else for the First Time

I had an affair earlier this year. I’ve been married almost 8 years – I know, I know, how stereotypical to get the itch after 7 – and I did not actively look for this but I feel into a relationship with another woman and it was thrilling for us both. We were each sensing that the risks were growing too high and then lockdown made the final break somewhat easier.

I have told the story about our first time together [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eio6in/i_cheated_on_my_husband_for_the_first_time/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g2yiaf/i_cheated_on_my_husband_for_the_first_time_with_a/), but someone asked me to share more. I’ve tried repeatedly to do that but each time the words seem so paltry and thin and cliché that I have deleted everything in embarrassment. This is no different. I will never laugh at those [stories in the press about the “worst sex scenes of the year” in fiction again](https://literaryreview.co.uk/bad-sex-in-fiction-award), because it is incredibly hard to put down on paper what it feels like to have sex, which is not nearly as good a descriptor of what Lucy and I did as *fuck*, but that removes the element of it all that (cringe) ought to be described as _making love_. In my job I am trained to write and read with precision, so I constantly want to stop myself here and clarify or elaborate. But when you strip away all the other layers, the reason why it is so hard to write this kind of thing is because we just don’t have enough words to describe great sex. It’s too abstract or too anatomical. And I think the problem is intensified when it comes to the particularities of lesbian sex.

I cheated on my husband [F]or the [F]irst time with a woman I met at a New Year’s Eve party (Part II)

I had always meant to write a follow up for [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eio6in/i_cheated_on_my_husband_for_the_first_time/) but life kept getting in the way. Having an affair is time-consuming! :) Then when the Lockdown began, I had even less time because if I wasn’t caring for my child, I was trying to catch up on sleep and the basics of maintaining any semblance of order in my life!

First things first: I know people will want an update on Craig. He is still a loud Scottish man, but now, instead of mansplaining Brexit to anyone who will listen, he has now become Britain’s premier amateur epidemiologist. Having an affair with his wife behind is back is objectively a *bad thing to do*, but you have to admit that if anyone is going to be done in that way, you want it to be the guy who smugly pontificates about herd immunity, curve-flattening, and how 5g towers are innocuous, even though he wasn’t aware of the existence of any of these concepts before Valentine’s Day.

I cheated on my husband [F]or the [F]irst time yesterday, with a woman I met at a New Year’s Eve party

For the last few years, while I have outwardly appeared as a boring, hard-working professional mother and wife, I have actually been wrestling with a late-appearing and at times overwhelming attraction to other women. I have mostly worked this out myself, so to speak. I haven’t told anyone about it. I haven’t dared to explore something happening for real. I’ve just been having my own little psycho-sexual drama and I thought it would be a phase that would pass.

This changed last night.

We spent Christmas with my husband’s family. My father in law got tickets for a sporting event and invited my husband and son and they wanted to go. I had to come home for work meetings, so we said a cheery goodbye at the train station yesterday morning. My meeting was prompt and I was left, suddenly aware that I was on my own on New Year’s Eve. I had assumed it would be a quiet evening at home with my husband. I wouldn’t say no to a quiet evening at home with myself, but a colleague encouraged me to come out to her party. She insisted so firmly that I felt I had to go. So, last night, before 10pm, I showed up at her house with two bottles of wine, wearing a long shirt dress with a belt, and a little make up on. No baby to worry about, encouraging text messages from my husband to enjoy myself, I was ready for a fun evening.