u/yourpeddlerhere

I never thought I’d end up in an affair with a married woman, but life gets weird sometimes.

About a year ago, I met her randomly at a shop near my place. We started talking casually, exchanged numbers, and after that the texting never really stopped. At first it was innocent — random conversations, teasing, late-night chats. But slowly the vibe changed.

She was married and had a kid. I knew that from the beginning.

What caught me off guard was how intense things became emotionally. She used to text me things she probably should’ve been telling her husband. She said she felt ignored, unwanted, emotionally dead in her marriage. And with me, she felt seen again.

The flirting got heavier over time. The tension between us became obvious. Every conversation started carrying this energy underneath it. Eventually we met again outside, and honestly the chemistry was crazy from the start.

One thing led to another and we ended up hooking up twice.

I’m not even going to lie — being around her felt addictive. The way she looked at me, touched me, the things she whispered to me… it messed with my head more than I expected. She kept saying she hadn’t felt desired like that in years.

But the guilt afterward used to hit me hard.

Every time I came back home, reality kicked in. I kept thinking, “What the hell am I doing with someone’s wife?” Especially knowing there was a child involved too.

Eventually I stopped seeing her because mentally I couldn’t handle it anymore. I felt like I was crossing lines I never thought I would.

Now recently she’s back. Calling, texting, asking to meet again. And the worst part is… a part of me still wants to.

I know how wrong it is. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about her constantly since she came back into my life.