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An Affair to Remember
by RedGuyBlue (address withheld)

***

A true story about two people whose sexual attraction 
overcomes their reluctance to cheat on her husband, his 
friend. (MF, cheat, rom)

***

This is a true story. I have changed the names and 
slightly altered the surrounding circumstances to 
preserve privacy and friendships but the quotations and 
interactions are 100% as the occurred.

I had gone to bed early because I was leaving early in 
the morning. After 18 months of initial military 
training, my coursemates and I had received our orders 
and were dispersing to bases across the country. I 
remember that I had packed and then put on my old, 
favourite pyjamas. They had seen better days – the 
waistband elastic was shot and one of the snap 
fasteners no longer worked. I connected two of the 
remaining fasteners to keep the pants around my waist.

Before I fell asleep in my room in on-base quarters, I 
heard a knock on my door. One of my married buddies, 
Robert, had come by to say farewell to the single 
members of our course. We chatted a bit and then he 
started to leave. I asked him to say goodbye to his 
wife, Karen, for me. Karen, I knew, was outside in the 
car, not being allowed in the all-male building.

As I resettled in bed, I began fantasizing about Karen 
sneaking into the building, coming to my room and…I 
started to get a hard-on. Another knock on the door. I 
got up and opened the door, hiding behind it to conceal 
my bulging crotch. There she was. I could see Robert 
down by the building entrance, making sure that she 
found me. He then went back to the car while Karen and 
I chatted briefly and then she moved to hug me. I moved 
from behind the door quickly and fell into the hug, 
very aware that only a threadbare layer of cloth 
separated her from my cock.

I was 25 years old at the time and still a virgin. I 
got along well with women but did not attract them in a 
romantic or sexual way. Later that year, I lost my 
virginity and, by the time I met up with Robert and 
Karen again, I had slept with seven women.

Four years later, we had all moved to the same city and 
continued our friendship. I often dropped over for a 
meal, and Robert and I played a variety of sports 
together.

One day, I phoned Robert and asked if I could borrow 
something from him the following week. He said that I 
could and I replied that I would drop by early in the 
week. When I did so, Karen answered the door, saying 
that Robert had gone away for a few days. She invited 
me in and we began to chat, as we normally did. At one 
point, she admitted that she and Robert were not 
getting along. I was shocked although I could remember 
a few small incidents in which I thought that he had 
been unkind to her.

I said, "I had no idea. You have never mentioned 
anything." She then said the words that will remain in 
my memory until I die.

"I find it hard to talk to you about this because I 
find you sexually attractive."

Not having ever thought that women found me sexually 
attractive, I was floored by this statement. She 
explained. That evening years earlier, when she went to 
my room to say farewell, she had noticed my hard cock 
(I am still not sure how, since I had tried to conceal 
it and we were standing fairly close to each other). 
That had turned her on and she had never forgotten it. 
This was the first time that I had heard of a woman 
being sexually excited by a visual stimulus.

I was completely floored. Having spent so much of my 
adult life as a virgin, I found it hard to accept what 
she had said. We discussed this for a while and agreed 
that we would be great together but neither wished to 
hurt Robert.

The doorbell sounded. Their neighbour was doing some 
work outside and asked if I could move my car. A bit 
embarrassed for Karen that she had been found with 
another man in the house, I said that I had to leave 
and got up to go. Karen blocked my way, thanked the 
neighbor, and closed the door. She then gave me a big 
hug and, as she pulled away, grabbed my crotch, 
commenting on the hard bulge that it contained.

Needless to say, the memory of what happened dominated 
my thoughts for days.

A week later, I went over again, to return the borrowed 
item. Again, Robert was away and we resumed our 
conversation. Karen was wearing a simple dress with an 
elastic border just above her breasts. She was a pretty 
woman, a few pounds overweight – just enough to give 
her a softness and fullness. I cannot remember exactly 
how and when but I know that I slipped the dress down 
to reveal her breasts and spent time enjoying them.

She got up to do something and I stretched out a bit on 
the couch to relieve the pressure in my pants. She 
returned, sat on the floor beside me, opened my pants, 
and started sucking. Nothing in my life has equaled 
that experience. Here was an attractive woman, married 
to my good friend, unbidden, sucking my cock. At one 
point, she stopped and said, "Just lie back and enjoy 
this. I am."

Karen admitted that it had taken her a few years before 
she came to grips with what she called her sexuality. 
Clearly, her passion for sex was more like a guy's than 
a woman's. She craved it and, apparently, Robert did 
not.

While I was overcome with emotion at having attracted 
Karen, and wished to make love to her, I cherished my 
friendship with Robert and could not let it proceed.

One day, on the premise of going shopping, Karen left 
their home and came straight to mine. Again, we chatted 
a bit and then I mentioned that I had read something 
that might give her comfort. "It's upstairs in my 
bedroom," I said. "Do you want to come up or shall I 
bring it down?" She chose to go up.

I read it to her and then she excused herself to go to 
the bathroom. I decided to sit behind the bedroom door 
while waiting, to catch her unawares when she returned.

I heard the bathroom door open. She entered the bedroom 
wearing only my bath towel. She turned and saw me, then 
turned toward the bed, dropped the towel and climbed 
into bed.

I went and sat beside her and reminded her that I was 
attracted to her and thought that we would be great 
together but I had a huge obstacle, named Robert, 
preventing me from making love to her. She sadly said 
that she understood. So, here we were: she naked in my 
bed, and me, fully clothed, sitting on it beside her.

I asked if she would like me to strip and cuddle with 
her. She said yes.

She had decided that she could accept my decision to 
not screw her, but lost that resolve when I snuggled up 
to her. I certainly could not stop when she drew me 
into her. Almost immediately, she began to come…and 
come and come.

I could never get over the fact that I was cheating on 
my good friend, and Karen and I never found the sexual 
satisfaction that we had anticipated (I never came with 
her). A year later, I met my future wife, the four of 
us became good friends and my sexual relationship with 
Karen ended. After another year, she and Robert 
separated but both she and Robert remained friends with 
us.

Thirty years later, this affair remains the most 
significant sexual memory of my life and one of the 
warmest memories I have. I have not seen Karen or 
Robert for many years but I remember them as good 
friends and particularly remember Karen for making me 
feel so special.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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