This is a throwaway account. Some people I know in real life know my other account and if they read this it would make an already awkward situation a lot more complicated.
This happened just this Thursday. I’m still trying to get my head around it and what it means. Maybe writing it down will help. If not, somebody might at least enjoy reading about the most emotionally charged sex of my life.
I’m 37M and Laura is 34F. I first met her about 5 years ago. We’re both members of the same track and field club, so we both have fairly lean athletic builds. I’m 6’ 3” and 195lbs, Laura is 5’ 3” with long golden brown hair that she often wears in a pony tail or a bun. At first I didn’t find her attractive. There was no real logic to this, she had a nice figure and perky B-cup tits but for whatever reason it didn’t click for me and that was fine since she was married anyway.