I Couldn't Stop Him
Four months ago, I married a fantastic man I had dated for almost three years. I am crazy about him, and we have a wonderful sex life. I was faithful to him throughout the time we dated and never dreamt I would end up slipping after we were married. We were married just two and a half months when I met a young man in our apartment building. He was only twenty-one. He was starting a new job in our city and really didn't know anything about the city. We chatted in the elevator a few times, and he was always appreciative of the help I was giving him on where to shop, what restaurants were good, and just little things like that. I was struggling with my packages one day, and Alan offered to help. He helped to carry my packages to our apartment, and I asked him to stay and have some coffee. He agreed and we chatted. I told him all about my recent wedding and how we were adjusting. He started to tell me about his girlfriend who was in the city he had moved from. He was pretty upset, saying he wished they would have gotten married and moved here together. We were on the sofa and I gave him a hug. I could feel his breath on my neck and felt myself getting turned on. We stopped hugging, and Alan just leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I told him it wasn't a good idea, but he said he couldn't help it because he just felt very close to me. He leaned forward again and this time I kissed him back with an open mouth. We kissed for a few minutes. The whole time my mind was thinking, "I can't do this," but it felt so comfortable. After a few minutes, Alan stood up and took off his shirt. He was gorgeous. He started to undo his jeans when I told him to stop. He reached out and stroked my hair. I was sitting right in front of him, and he told me he wanted me. He continued to undo the button on his jeans and then pulled his zipper down. I was speechless. I knew I shouldn't continue, but I couldn't tell him to stop. He soon had pulled his jeans down and stepped out of them. He was standing there in his boxers and white sports socks looking absolutely hot. I just leaned forward and pulled his boxers down over his hips. He was huge. I couldn't help myself. We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. Since then we've become close friends, and he visits my husband and I regularly. I wouldn't mind having sex with him again, but I don't want to wreck my marriage.
— Katrina, 26