We, Carol and I continued to see one another between her coming here and me flying there. We were having fun. I spent our time together looking at it as not only sexual gratification but a learning experience.
On the times that her husband went away for business I would slip in and take his place. Acting the husband, playing the part. I could feel Carol’s love growing.
Our sex was primal she fulfilled my every desire. I only wish I had been more aware and receptive to hers. On one such occasion I was watching television. Carol entered the room in a camisol she walked about the room flashing me from time to time.
I was oblivious.
It wasn’t until later when I found her weeping. That she told me her fantasy that I did not fulfill. She told me that she had it in her head that I would see her dressed as she was. I would become aroused and take her right there.
I had failed, we spent the night I held her and she cried. I felt her body trembling. I felt small. Upon my return home I needed to make a choice, continue this affair or allow us both to seek the love I was so afraid of.