Why did I choose another woman over Mary?

I ask myself this question frequently. On paper, Mary had all the qualities of a good partner, from fun-loving, smart, excellent cook, and mixologist to her sexuality. Then, why did I then choose to keep her hidden from my friends and keep her in a closet?

While dating, post-divorce, many of the women I dated never met my friends and certainly not my children or family. This is normal, sheltering my friends and family from a revolving door of women until I felt it was the right time. In all my dating, post-divorce, only three met my friends and sisters, and one, my current partner, met my children and mother.

Yet, why Mary was excluded from this list entirely? There was nothing wrong with Mary.

I can think of only two reasons. First, I became serious with Wendy, who was my current live-in partner at the time I was also seeing Mary. Wendy could not be compared to Mary when it came to sex, by a long shot. She had other qualities that attracted me, of course. Sex was not one of her best attributes, and sadly it is less so now.

Wendy’s personality fit better with my friends and, eventually, my children. It may have been that she was a corporate executive, like me, whereas Mary was not.  Perhaps I will delve into this more as I begin to understand my feelings, over nine years ago.

The second reason, my time with Mary was an amazing sexual holiday, I did not want this to end. I firmly believe that the constraints of a committed relationship would have diminished her sexuality.  Holiday planning with family, social engagements, finances, and day-to-day life all would affect our sex life. Seeing each other on a frequent basis created a highly charged sexual energy that may have been diminished.

So, in the end, her own intense sexuality doomed her to be the “other woman”.

For me, it was having my cake and eating it, too. I had the best of both worlds, a committed relationship and an incredibly satisfying sexual one, as well.  I know that was not fair to either person, so please don’t judge me harshly.

After a year (approximately), my relationship with Wendy was very serious, enough so she asked me to live with her after she sold her home. The sense of adventure, of moving to an exciting town two hours south, was enticing. We had visited this town before and enjoyed their festivals and overall vibe. It wasn’t much of a decision; I accepted.

Mary, however, believed we were in a relationship, unusual as it was. She had no clue about Wendy or any other ladies. Once again, I wonder why she didn’t question this unusual relationship. That question will probably always go unanswered.

However, I was moving, how to tell Mary?

Business. My reason for moving was my business. I told her that my clients were mostly in this new region, so I was compelled to move closer to them. This was a bald-faced lie. Truth is, I had no clients in this area, and I was doing this to move in with Wendy. It’s ok, slay me now.

Once again, the details of how I shared this news with Mary are murky.

However, I recall the last night at my apartment. We went to the lakeside restaurant where we had our first date and stayed a short while after to listen to a band we enjoyed. We walked to the lake and sat at the same picnic table and kissed. I wondered if we were breaking up, because of my imminent move. That would have been expected, as it would be entirely reasonable given the news.

However, we did not break up, instead returning to my apartment. Surprisingly, Mary was as sexual as usual, maybe more so.  Our lovemaking seemed more intense.

We started on the couch, and, in true Mary style, she reached for the two pillows to lean her knees upon. I knew she was sad about my impending move, yet she was again on her knees, prepared to give me one the best oral ever, and she did.  We moved to my bed, and I pleased her orally, giving her as much tongue and manual manipulation as she deserved. My cock entered her wet pussy, and we fucked long and hard, reaching her cervix many times, with great pleasurable results.  Throughout the night we cuddled, made love, and fell peacefully asleep. Then repeating this sexual dance.

In the morning, she reached for my hard cock and sucked it, driving me totally mad with her tongue. To enhance my pleasure, she moaned, and a wonderful slurping sound came from her wet willing mouth.  I came extra hard; my legs stiff some the exertion. I was exhausted from the night’s activities.

When she left my apartment, I was uncertain of her feelings. Was this a glorious goodbye? I wouldn’t blame her one bit. It was all too confusing, especially my own decision to move in with Wendy instead of pursuing a relationship with Mary.

I wondered, why can’t a man truly love two women?

Yet, I did move two hours away, leaving an incredible sexy vixen behind. However, to my shock, she wanted me to come to visit shortly after, and I did.  I went to “Mary’s House in the Woods” many times, often once a month, for years.  Initially, she fully believed I moved for business, but some years later, while snooping on social media, she learned the truth.

Did the truth finally finish off the highly charged sexual relationship?   To be continued.