u/Antique-Bug-2800

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Throwaway account.

Back in my college days around 2019, I was working as a home tutor to earn some extra money. One family in my apartment building hired me to teach their two kids. The wife — let's call her Priya — was the one who always interacted with me. She was in her late 30s, very friendly and caring. She has been a close friend of my family for many years.

The first time anything happened was in August 2019. Her husband (a police inspector) was on night duty. The kids were asleep. We started talking on the balcony after tuition, and things escalated. We ended up in her bedroom, and I had sex with her that night. It was intense — she seemed really starved for attention and affection.

Then the lockdown started in 2020. Her husband was on permanent duty and barely home. For several months, I was visiting her flat almost daily. We had sex in her bed — sometimes during the day when the kids were busy with online classes, sometimes at night. We did it with and without protection. The thrill of the risk made it even more intense for both of us.

She was very passionate during those times. I was young (20-21) and it felt surreal that this was happening with someone I had known for years as a respectable married woman.

Now, years later, everything has stopped, but the guilt has been hitting me hard. She is still a close family friend. They still meet regularly and talk often. She used to treat me very kindly, and now I feel terrible remembering how innocent those interactions were before everything changed.

I can't share this with anyone in real life. I just needed to confess it somewhere. If you want the full detailed story — how it all started, the risky encounters during lockdown, the close calls, and everything els

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Throwaway account.

Back in my college days around 2019, I was working as a home tutor to earn some extra money. One family in my apartment building hired me to teach their two kids. The wife — let's call her Priya — was the one who always interacted with me. She was in her late 30s, very friendly and caring. She has been a close friend of my family for many years.

The first time anything happened was in August 2019. Her husband (a police inspector) was on night duty. The kids were asleep. We started talking on the balcony after tuition, and things escalated. We ended up in her bedroom, and I had sex with her that night. It was intense — she seemed really starved for attention and affection.

Then the lockdown started in 2020. Her husband was on permanent duty and barely home. For several months, I was visiting her flat almost daily. We had sex in her bed — sometimes during the day when the kids were busy with online classes, sometimes at night. We did it with and without protection. The thrill of the risk made it even more intense for both of us.

She was very passionate during those times. I was young (20-21) and it felt surreal that this was happening with someone I had known for years as a respectable married woman.

Now, years later, everything has stopped, but the guilt has been hitting me hard. She is still a close family friend. They still meet regularly and talk often. She used to treat me very kindly, and now I feel terrible remembering how innocent those interactions were before everything changed.

I can't share this with anyone in real life. I just needed to confess it somewhere. If you want the full detailed story — how it all started, the risky encounters during lockdown, the close calls, and everything els