Do I feel bad about being the other guy? I kind of felt like a douchebag doing this under my host’s roof, but it happened. We had hot, exhilarating sex, and at the end of the day, nobody got hurt. I guess if you’re going to be an adulterous jerk, this had the best possible outcome.
"I cared for my husband, but I wasn't in love"
I didn't wake up one day and think, "I’m going to go have an affair." It was a more gradual slide into a love affair that to that point was the most passionate, most intense relationship of my life.
I was unhappily married at the time. I cared for my husband, but I wasn’t in love with him. We were just companions: no sex, no passion. We were two people who enjoyed each other's company and slept next to each other every night.
The other man was an old friend from high school. I'd had a crush on him (and apparently he on me) that I had never acted on. Throughout the years I had thought of him, occasionally emailing back and forth with him before it faded away again. Until one time that it didn’t. First we talked about our lives and marriages -- at least, the rosy versions we had portrayed to the world. After a month, the conversations turned personal. We began talking on the phone on our drives to and from work. It all felt very innocent.