This is another long post. When I start these, I think they’re going to be short but inevitably I recall so much detail and get lost in it and so they become longer. So, fair warning, this will be lengthy. Strap in tight…
So after weeks of flirting and then multiple encounters ([part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxumzl/why_my_2019_was_much_crazier_than_2020_mf/), [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i9ohk6/fucking_on_every_desk_in_the_office_continuing/) and [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ier1c5/making_an_office_fantasy_into_reality_continuing/)) of varying degrees, it was safe to say I was in a full blown affair with Ella. Looking back, and even at the time, I’m just not sure how it happened. I was engaged to a girl I thought I loved, due to be married later that year, and she was ~~happily~~ married.
For those interested in more context and backstory… I’d been with my fiancée for a lot of years before this and engaged since 2016 – one of those long engagements where not a lot of planning took place until the year before (2018). Ella had been married almost a decade, having been with her partner for over a year before getting engaged and married within months of each other. Neither of us were particularly unhappy in our relationships but each acknowledged we had felt something missing. But through each other… Boy did we find the thing that was missing and then some.