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Something inspired me to create this topic memories of my sometimes stormy youth. If anyone has anything to tell about unsuccessful relationships on the side while married, write and share your stories.
And I’ll tell you my sad story as a starter...
It was in the mid-2000s, I was years old 36-37 (generally in the prime of life
), worked at that time at a pharmaceutical plant as an auxiliary worker. And we had a master girl who was responsible for accounting for the production and packaging of medicines. She was probably 8 years younger than me. And she was really beautiful and sexy. Blonde, slender, with beautiful legs - in general, a dream girl. She was very smiling and always flirted slightly with everyone, but she didn’t allow anyone any liberties with herself, she had an excellent sense of humor and seemed to glow from within, she was so pure. There was one “But” - she was married and had a little daughter. At first, we communicated with her at the worker-master level, and then somehow we got into a conversation and found common topics for communication. We exchanged addresses on VK and started corresponding. I was also married (for not very great love), so I did not see anything wrong in this correspondence with her. But I soon learned that she had a terribly jealous husband who controlled literally her every move. I checked correspondence on my phone, incoming and outgoing calls. If someone called her, he stood next to her and listened to the voice of the caller... In general, he didn’t let the girl breathe freely.
So, when I once sent her a harmless SMS asking how she got home from work, because it was outside was there terrible ice?!— From her number I received a response from him with an attack, who am I that I’m asking his wife how she got there? In general, I realized that everything was bad there and she herself was looking for a reason to break out of his control, at least for a while. I began to communicate with her more seriously, pay more attention, gave compliments, always tried to help, and after work I asked to accompany her at least to the subway. In general, our relationship began to grow stronger and grow into a love affair. At home, she deleted all of our correspondence on VK immediately after reading it and, accordingly, also cleaned up her phone so that her husband wouldn’t know about anything. We started having an affair with her. I was just drunk on her and couldn’t think about anything other than her. At work we had to maintain subordination so that no one would guess anything, but when the two of us found ourselves in a freight elevator while driving to the first floor of the warehouse, we managed to kiss her and even mash her tits
. There was no time for the two of us to stay in the warehouse for a long time; a lot of people were moving up and down, so there was no talk of any sex. In the morning, she often began to come to the stop where the service bus picked us up in a short miniskirt and black tights. The men were curling their necks and drooling looking at her, and only I knew that she dressed like that for me. We decided to prepare thoroughly for sex so that her husband would not suspect anything. To do this, it was necessary to rent an apartment, decide on who to leave the child with for a while, and most importantly, what to tell the husband. Our relationship with her crossed a certain threshold and I bought and gave her a gold ring with a stone, and began to think about divorcing my wife and marrying her. On the eve of the meeting at the apartment, we bought her sexy stockings and prepared for this day in every possible way...
But!... As usual, everything changed at one moment. Her husband, by some sixth, (or maybe someone got it) sense, found out that she was going to cheat on him and gave her a headache, simultaneously shaming her that they had a daughter and what kind of mother she was behaving like that? I don’t know what influenced her, but she abruptly suddenly decided to break off all relations with me. I was in such a state that I was ready to climb the wall out of resentment and anger. I called, wrote to her... Cursed like hell, asking why she did this to me? She answered very sparingly that she loved her husband and did not want to ruin her family. I was so sick that I couldn’t put it into words. The tears were choking and I wanted to howl in anguish. I really fell in love with her seriously, but fate decided to make such a somersault. At work I saw her periodically, I either pretended that I didn’t notice her at all, or I myself caught her in a secluded place and tried to talk in order to get her back to myself. You could see in her eyes how she, too, was suffering from this, but she didn’t want to change anything. I even talked on the phone with her husband, who asked me not to interfere in their relationship, that they were in love, and I was trying to ruin everything. At the cost of incredible efforts, I managed to wrest love for her from my heart. My wife didn’t recognize anything, she was only sometimes surprised when I fucked her like crazy, as if I had been without a woman for a long time (this usually happened when I was talking to her on the phone and was so excited that I urgently needed to drain the sperm that was pressing on my ears). Because of me, she even transferred to another workshop in order to interfere with me less. And a little later I found out by chance that she had divorced her husband and remarried some pretzel from her workshop, I saw him a couple of times, compared to her he looked like a small, puny little fellow lost against the background of her beauty.
Some time later, I accidentally saw her photo on the Internet... I almost burst into tears... she is still such a beauty with an angelic face and a simply stunning figure.
