"I know, I know, you have a boyfriend and it was wrong for me to kiss you, but in that moment, there was nothing more that I wanted than your kiss. And I know you wanted it too."
Summer 2007 was an interesting one for me. I had discovered a new person inside me (usually every other night) and I enjoyed myself. I didn't question anything - if it felt right, I did it, no matter what the consequences might be. I was still using the excuse of getting over a bad break up with Dream Boy, so it was a green light on whatever, and more correctly, whoever I wanted.
One night some friends and I went to see my best friend's boyfriend's band play in a city that I don't go to often. before the show we checked out the local bar scene and had a few brews at a local pub. Taking my usual vodka and cranberry to get warmed up and become social, I settled into my seat and enjoyed the sights of this fun, new city filled with sexy French boys. About twenty minutes before we were about to leave a friend of a friend showed up. This friend of a friend caught my eye quickly. Full lips, big eyes, square shoulders, crazy curly hair. He sat himself down right next to me and started asking me questions. It was a wild Franglais flirt back-and-forth. After a few vodkas, of course, things were getting loud around us and I thought I had heard someone ask this sexy new boy, we'll call him Michau, where his girlfriend was. But, by then I just figured I had heard this question wrong.
Fast forward a couple hours and we're at the bar where the band is playing. Sitting through a bunch of half-assed bands who think they'll strike it big one day, we ordered a couple pitchers and waited for our friends to take the stage. Michau showed up and carefully placed himself directly across from me, so I had no choice but to notice his constant stares. To make a long story short - after a couple games of air hockey, flirting, lots more beer and a great performance from our friends on stage and way too much drunken dancing - Michau and I were making out inthe corner of the club like two teenagers at a school dance. Oh, and he confessed that he had a girlfriend somewhere throughout the night between wet kisses.
The new me didn't give a shit. He was hot, treated me like I was the hottest thing around and I liked the way his hips moved against mine as we shimmeyed our way around.
I had asked him a couple times what would happen if his girlfriend came in and saw this and he reassured me that she wouldn't.
After a while, most of the group wanted to head back home but I, along with two others (Michau included) were feeling good and wanted to explore the city's bars a bit more. So armed with two sexy single men, I headed out for more fun.
Around two o'clock, back at Michau's, the other guy passed out on the sofa, Michau sweetly made up the bed Where I would be sleeping ("We can't sleep in the same bed", he told me) and the sofa in the bedroom where he was going to sleep. Of course, a minute after he lay down on the sofa, he was in the bed with me. Despite being drunk, I knew I couldn't sleep with him. I was in the bed where he, no doubt, slept with his girlfriend of five years and if she were to walk in.....
But then his lips were all over me and his dick was in my hands and his fingers were in me and it was a blur of "You have a girlfriend.." and "We shouldn't do this..." and he told me I was a good girl for saying all this but oh I want you - and so, we didn't have sex, but we both did come and I fell asleep in the bed and he fell asleep on the sofa and in the morning, despite my fears, there was no awkwardness. When the other guy and I were ready to leave after a greasy breakfast and a few Tylenols to relieve us of our hangovers, Michau kissed me gently on the cheek and told me, "It was nice meeting you" and we said goodbye.
I can't help but wonder if his girlfriend ever smelled me on her boyfriend's pillows or if he washed the sheets right after I left. I also wonder if she does the things I did to him that night.
There was an other occurance of sleeping with a man in a relationship, engaged actaully - but the situation was different and besides, he was an old high school crush I had found on Facebook. But that's a story for another day.
So, I ask you Hooksexup readers - have you ever slept with a married man (so to speak)? How did it end and did anyone shake their finger at you afterwards?
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