An ex-girlfriend from the mid 80’s has recently ask me to have sex with her. She approached me using Facebook. I had her on my list for a while and thought nothing of it. My wife did mention once or twice that she’s after me but I just laughed it off. Then in mid-November she asked me if I wanted to be “friends with benefits”. Don’t laugh but I had to google it the results made my jaw drop, she wanted to screw me and there was no two ways about it. I felt guilty before I finished reading the message so guilty that I deleted it as fast as it arrived, I regret that decision now because I can’t share it.
Soon after my shoulders started to feel the weight of knowing something my wife didn’t know, something that could end our 30 year friendship, twenty of which we have loved each other intimately. I’d catch a glimpse when she wasn’t aware and begin to think of being without her, the kids, the dog, the home, the life we have, everything. My future could change in a second. One fuck and it would be over. I went to visit some friends of old and we discussed the proposal I’d received.
I thought about how easy it would be to just get my leg over, I wouldn’t even have to leave the village. I thought about what the future would be if I took up the offer, I felt physically sick for a few days. I arrived home and told my wife. She knew it and told me so. She knew something was bugging me and was glad I’d been honest. The weight disappeared off my shoulders my brain began to function normally, I also told my kids. They were gobsmacked as they all knew her. She was a volunteer on Cubs camping so even my 8 year old knew her well( we didn’t tell him as he’s in the same class as one of her sons). She also serves my 16year old in school in the dinner hall. She knew my wife quite well and all the time she wanted to screw me.
Then, then I remembered when we used to go out with each other. It was 1983/4 and I was in care in a local children’s home. I was the bad boy of the village therefore a natural attraction for all the village girls. Her parents seemed well off and she wasn’t the ugliest in the group so I decided to have a bit of fun. We dated for about 8months and became quite close, then I was sent to detention centre for 3months. She promised what they all promise “of course I’ll wait for you”. Three weeks in and I received a “Dear John”. The letter was read out in front of 300 other inmates at dinner time you can imagine the laughs I was gutted. When I was released I came back and discovered she’d been well at it. Blow jobs on the local disco bus, legs open behind the disco etc. I gave her a piece of my mind and that was that. Over the following two decades there was very little contact just a glimpse here and there.