I’m 39 now but this was a few years ago I was about 33/34. I am married but my husband knows what I get up to and encourages it.
I don’t normally have regular guys I fuck I prefer one night stands as they are less complicated but Joel was someone I’d been fucking for years whenever he was single. He’d break up with someone and then I’d get a message saying he was single again and we’d play until he met someone else and the cycle continues.
One evening my husband had gone to a football game in London and wouldn’t be back until the morning, so I started texting Joel and he invited me round to watch the football with him and have a few drinks. I thought why not and didn’t really bother getting dressed as I knew what was going to happen, I was just wearing a tracksuit I wear around the house with nothing on underneath, put my hair up as I couldn’t be arsed to do anything with it and drove over to his house.