I blocked all thoughts from outside that room while it was going on. It was this aggressive, pent up, raw sex,
but the second we finished a black doom rolled over me.
I told her it could never happen again but she brought it up a couple of times, then tried it on at a farewell
drinks a couple of weeks later.
I told my wife. I don’t know if we’ll ever be the same again. I left the company, tried everything to make it up
to her. You can’t really say sorry for it, anything you do to make up for it still brings attention to it. The fact
that there was nothing wrong with our relationship in the first place makes it even harder to make it right. It
just sits there stewing like some sort of disease, you think you’re past it, but it comes back again and again.
As far as I know she never told any of her friends. Just absorbed it. She cried a lot, followed by periods where
she was really quiet. We told our friends we were going through a difficult period. She ran all the time, every
morning and night for months.
It’s crazy to think I couldn’t control my cock that one time or that I didn’t see what was coming. All I had to
do was go home and jerk off.