My Story... Part 1

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Registered: 09-07-2005
My Story... Part 1
Wed, 08-19-2009 - 5:19pm

Here is my story……. Part 1

I met my husband when I was 17 years old. I got pregnant with my son after only three months of dating him. We had lots of problems, trust issues, verbal abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse. I left him 1 time and moved back in with my parents and after the second time and 7 years later we finally got married. I thought being married would help fix some of our problems. Our relationship is best described as hot and cold, good and bad. When it was good it was really good and when it was bad it was really really bad. I think back and say that we basically grew up together. I have grown more than he has. All I really wanted is for our family to work. I wanted that more than anything. I wanted my son to have both his mother and father together, even if it meant I wasn’t happy.

I had left my husband again the previous summer to my affair for some things that had to do with trust and emotional affairs on his end. I tried talking to him and he told me if I didn’t like what was going on to leave. So I did. I moved 700 miles back to my parents house with my son and stayed a month. My husband and I talked and he promised the world… things would be different this time, etc. I packed up and moved myself and my son back. After about 3 months things were back to same ole same ole. We had been married 4 years, together for 11 when my affair started.

I was working as a purchasing agent and he was the maintenance lead. We shared a big office that had one other person in it. We had to work closely together to make sure I was ordering what the shop needed. When I first started working there, he was so nice and cute and always made me laugh. We had a good working relationship. 15 months had passed before I started really getting emotionally involved with him. We would just talk at work. He was single and always had crazy dating stories. I would complain about married life. We both started confiding in each other personal things. I loved my job, but I wanted to come to work also to see him. I would get excited when he would come in the office. I would come to work upset, tired, wore out because of my husband and I fighting. He could tell I was unhappy and would just want to make me smile.

The day before Thanksgiving I was at work and I had a huge stress headache. Work was crazy and I was going to be leaving to go see my family 700 miles away for the holidays. He offered to give me a shoulder rub. At first I turned him down, after thinking about it for the most of the day and my head and neck hurt so much. I finally gave in that afternoon and asked him if the offer was still on the table. He came over to my desk and started giving me a massage. Something strange happened to me. I got hot all over and had warm tingly sensations all over my body. His touch felt so good. After a few minutes, I said that I was better and he could stop. This was the turning point in our relationship. I always considered him a good friend, but never thought of him as someone I could get involved with. I was married for peat sakes! Even though I wasn’t happy. I made my bed and I was going to lie in it.

After he touched me I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The month of December we grew even closer. We were really good friends and could talk. He knew I was unhappy and offered to just be there for me as a friend. If I ever wanted to get out and get away and have a good time and talk without anyone knowing, he was up for it. Towards the end of December we got flirtier with each other and it was the running joke about me giving him a hug. I told him to meet me in the supply closet and I would give him his hug. Later that day I was in the supply closet doing inventory and to my surprise he showed up. He was so cute. He was halfway in the doorway, and looking at me with this cute little look on his face. My heart started racing. I thought oh god is this what I really want? I kept on waiting for him to make the first move, but it never happened. I finally got tired of playing this game and walked past him and called him chicken****. He said I’ll show you chicken****, come on back here. I smiled and laughed and walked right back into the closet. He shut the door behind us. My pulse was racing, my head was spinning. I gave him a hug and he smelt so good. I couldn’t control myself. Next thing I know I was nibbling on his ear and down his neck. He let a groan slip out of his mouth. It excited me that I was pleasuring him. I finally kissed across his cheek and met his lips. He grabbed my rear end and started rubbing it. Everything felt so wonderful. I moaned. I finally pulled away and said that we were going to get caught I made sure I was in order and I walked out of the closet……..

To be continued