This is for my friend, and also for me. I love you D.
Infidelity. Just the word can bring havoc and panic to the heart of most committed people, married or not. It happens all the time, we hear about it constantly. That coworker at the office, the late-night call from a friend. But...it never happens to US. Never in OUR relationship. Oh yes it does. You'd better fasten your seat belts boys and girls...this is one hell of a bumpy ride.
First, let me give you my history on this topic, so you know up front that I've been there.
I've been on both sides of this emotional roller coaster. My first brush with infidelity came at the tender age of 20 years old. So young, so inexperienced with life, sex, orgasms, and men. He was 23 years old, and to me at that age -- that meant he was a MAN, and I was impressed. His marriage was crumbing, he told me so. I was the woman of his dreams, the love he was looking for.
And the sex, have I not mentioned the sex yet? Ladies...this man rocked my world. Before him, I had never experienced an orgasm that wasn't self-inflicted, never had a man eat my pussy, never had anal sex. My thighs quivered so much from this man that I thought I might never walk again.
So he had a wife, so what! She wasn't my concern. It's amazing how good sex can throw all clear thinking right out the damn window. I played the role of the "other woman" for almost three years. Until...he went back to his wife for good. He's been married and divorced twice now. The second marriage ended when she cheated on him. What's that old saying? You reap what you sow.
I got married myself two years later. I chose a shy, sweet, innocent man. He was a virgin for God's sake. He adored me, he would never cheat on me. Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Looking back, I can honestly say I didn't try as hard as I could have to make sure he was happy. I was so confidant of myself, that I missed the signs right in front of me.
4 years into our marriage he was cheating on me. It took me months to figure it out. I think the phone call from her one afternoon was my first clue. That same great sex I had been having with some faceless woman's husband, was NOW being had by another faceless woman with MY husband! Here we go again. You reap what you sow.
In my somewhat humble, yet slightly educated opinion on this topic, I feel there are two basic types of infidelity. While there can be many different variations of this, they do seem to be classed into two distinct groups.
Type #1
The one night stand. That sort of fly-by sex. You don't think much about it ahead of time, you don't necessarily plan it, it just happens. A moment presents itself, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time (or the right place at the right time), and that heated lusty feeling in your groin sucks up all your brain cells and you fuck like bunnies.
It can be incredibly intense and erotic. Maybe your sweet, demure wife doesn't give head, and this woman whose name you might not even know is sucking your cock like she works for Hoover. Maybe your football-crazed husband tells you "later, honey, the game is on", and this man you just met is practically ripping your panties from your body because he NEEDS your pussy. Did I mention this could be intense?
But, it's a lapse -- a one time fling -- nothing more. You pull your cock from her ass, find the shreds of your clothes scattered all over the floor, and crawl away in shame. (Once you cum, you can't get out of there fast enough anyway) Or, ladies, you salvage what's left of those ripped and damp panties, quickly stuff them into your purse, and run home to get the kids lunches made for school the next day. It's temporary insanity, as I tried explain to a friend recently. You won't get the death sentence for it, but that gold-plated free pass to heaven has just built up some tarnish. Does anyone need a ride to confession?
During the act you may or may not be feeling any guilt. You may get so caught up in the passion of the moment, that real life has escaped your brain. Your brain cells are rather pre-occupied at the moment. Who could blame you? On some levels this may even seem like fantasy, with the reality not hitting until your clothes are back on, and you've scampered off into the night.