Adulterer Confesses: “The Kisses Taste Way Better.”

I don’t know why my lover’s kisses are so hot. I really don’t. They are only kisses. Just lips. Two people. A passionate moment. Nothing. Oh, who am I kidding? I know why. I don’t want to admit the reason. It’s a terrible one. Pathetic even. I needed that kind of kiss again. I missed it so much. My spouse barely kisses me at all. Is it so wrong to want the magic back, to feel desired, wanted, sexy, like the first time again?

I don’t mind sharing my secret with you. To hell with the haters and nay-sayers. They don’t know the truth. No one does. How can they? They don’t live in my home or sleep in my bed. Nothing happens in either of them, and I needed something more than that. I needed it soooooo much! I can’t tell you which rules I broke to get a good, proper kiss.

My lips fizzed. I could feel my toes pressing against the bottoms of my shoes. I lost myself. I was new again.

The touches. Each touch is tinglier too! How can one person make such a difference? I’m not talking about my lover, I’m talking about me. Why do I feel so different? The kisses. Those touches. And the sex is fantastic. I wish I’d done this way sooner! I know I’m cheating. I know! Don’t tell me what I already know!

It actually keeps me sane. Without it, I’d be climbing walls or popping anti-depression pills. I’ve done more with my secret FWB in three months than I ever did with my spouse over the last decade. We moved quickly. Both of us were ravenous. We got to eat everything on the table. We had the honeymoon we never got! That’s why our meetings are so precious to us. There’s so much more freedom. Those unexplained marital restrictions were removed.

Divorce, you say?

Easy to say, but it’s more complicated than that. Too many things are at play… and it’s not like we don’t love our spouses. We do. Sex aside, we love them to bits. They are decent people. It’s just that, well, they got lazy. Yes, we tried communication, couples therapy, and date nights, but nothing worked. My married life became too tangled to unravel. It wasn’t the life I expected to live. Monogamy was the real dream. It’s just it didn’t work out that way. We crave human touch, but our spouses won’t provide that. They’re absent. They ran out of excuses to avoid intimacy, and we ran out of explanations for them… and for ourselves. As I said, it’s complicated for an outsider to understand. So, do we embrace defeat or accept change? They say change is good. Change it is.

Break the routine. Yes. I did that. Dog or not, I improved things by altering my approach and swallowing my pride. Now I’m happy. So is my wife. I don’t look to Samantha for sex anymore. The irony is that she likes it that way. So it works out well for both of us.

My lover and I wanted fire in our lives! We make a date, and we get what we need when we need it. Everyone is happy. No one is sad.

Are we demanding lovers? Quick licks of vanilla ice cream aren’t enough, not for me. No. There are no strange kinks. Most of what we wanted was to feel human again. It’s just our bodies, fizzing kisses and turning toes. Sex completes us. We appreciate it. We need it. Our problems are solved by hooking up outside. Two marriages became extremely happy because of it. You can’t deny the positives.

And then five women died in mysterious circumstances. It was all over the news. Maybe you know one of them. They were the ones having secret affairs with an unknown person or persons. A bit-on-the-side got them killed.

–Angelwanderer.