I’ve been asked to post here by my partner in this story. Full disclosure, he doesn’t read the contents of messages but asks me about them.
After having browsed the group I’m intimidated to write here, but it was insisted by a recent partner of mine so here I am. I don’t think this story is as hardcore as others’ on here but here it goes.
I suppose background is needed here. I’m an older woman, 42, married young for convenience and money. It is now a dead bedroom for the past few years since my husband has moved on to younger and prettier women than me. We don’t speak except for him telling me what to do while he’s gone. I’m a mother of two, with a token job that makes no difference in my finances.
I’ve discovered onlineaffairs here on reddit months ago and met someone who understood my plight. He’s a wealthy older gentleman, but unlike my husband we spent a lot of time chatting. Needless to say, many things led to another and he flew in to meet me for the night while my husband was away. I just arrived home from his hotel and was told to write this while it is fresh in my memory.