We met a few years ago, G was my boss’ boss. I’m in my 20s, petite lean-curvy Asian female. He’s in his 40s, tall athletic white male, married. We started texting, then sexting, then “friend” with benefits. I’m not sure we were really friends but the sex was amazing. At some point, I got too emotionally invested, and I realise I’m not happy, not getting what I want in return. So I stopped seeing him.
Years later, we reconnected. Him still married. Me in a relationship. Long story short – I have a shoulder injury, and he offered sports massage. I can’t say no to a free massage! I was also at the time in a relationship where the sex is failing (non-existent). I had a beautiful sexy purple lingerie that’s been collecting dust because my boyfriend has no interest in me in lingerie. G felt sorry and said he would love to admire the lingerie. We agreed massage, lingerie and no sex…
We met at a hotel. He texted his room number. He also said it’s ok if I change my mind. I was nervous! I was wearing my sports bra and a t-shirt, thongs and yoga tights. In my bag is a lavender massage oil and my purple lace lingerie set. I sat in the car knowing tonight I’m cheating on my boyfriend.