I don’t remember exactly how we met—probably one of the dating sites I joined right after I separated from my first husband. I was mid-thirties at the time, raw and restless, craving something reckless and alive. He was older—mid-fifties maybe. Married. We both knew what this was. We agreed to meet halfway, behind a gas station. Not the sexiest location in the world, but discreet. Practical. I still remember the way my he...

I met him online, somewhere deep in the world of discreet affairs. His post was thoughtful and sexy. I liked his vibe. We started chatting, and within a few messages, the chemistry was undeniable. From there, it escalated fast—texts, voice notes, video calls, and eventually… video sex. One time, he came while standing inside the house he was building for his family. His cum hit the floor as I came on the other end, and I...