I had a few fleeting affairs with married women. I tried to stick to the view that male solidarity was above carnal attraction, but each time I couldn’t resist. Then I thought it was the husbands’ own fault for not being able to keep their wives from cheating.
And so it was this time. I saw her on the social networking site as a friend of a friend. A very beautiful girl, of course, did not go unnoticed by me. We got to know each other, began to chat. I would have liked to find out all the necessary information from my friend, but I couldn’t think of it, my passion was completely overwhelming. Then she came to me, it came to intercourse, and here I noticed that the girl obviously gave birth. The sagging breasts and the scar from the C-section spoke for itself. Eventually it turned out that she was married with a child. Her relationship with her husband, she said, had deteriorated sharply after the birth of her daughter. I honestly don’t know how a loving and caring spouse could become a family despot and tyrant at one moment. I did not immediately tear the relationship apart, and in vain.
Over time, she began to increase her demands. No, she never demanded gifts, but she started talking in the style of “I wish I could introduce you to my daughter”, “you have such a comfortable place, a kindergarten near you”, “your apartment needs a woman’s hand. Yeah, my daycare is close by. I have everything nearby, and I bought a great apartment in a new building. But the house is always cozy and orderly, what “female hand” we’re talking about, I do not understand. I can not imagine scattered all over the apartment toys, hair and stuffed unnecessary things closets. By the way, I am more than cool to children, and to those children who are theoretically trying to register at my place, cool twice as much. Especially since she is married, what could we be talking about?
But after a while I made an attempt to stop the affair that was weighing on me. I didn’t like her plans for me. I wanted an easy, unencumbered relationship, much less someone else’s children. However, it wasn’t that easy to do. When I hinted that she had better establish a relationship with her husband, she became hysterical with the words: “Do not leave me, I love you so much. I repented, I gave in to the provocation and let things run their course again, even though I knew I shouldn’t have done it. Over time, everything returned to normal, but the claims for living space became more severe, up to the point of blackmailing me with a false pregnancy. We ended up breaking up in a not exactly pretty way, I blocked her in all my accounts.
I can’t say I learned a great life lesson. When dating married women, you have to be prepared for anything.
