My most romantic affair

My most romantic affair

When I arrived at the hotel, I walked directly to the side door and went up the stairs to the atrium balcony that overlooked the entire hall.

She was sitting there, wearing a beautiful suit, holding a red rose, and sitting alone on a sofa in the middle of the hall.

  When I had this affair, I had been married for nine years.

  One day, I received a letter “love” from the office. It was sent by post, but the reply address was not specified.

  The woman said she saw me almost every day and fell in love with me.

She thinks I’m scared, and especially likes my thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness towards others.

She was right in this last part. I was really very understanding and polite.

On flights, I will receive her letter almost every week, and sometimes she will send some poems and other things.

  Honestly, I really like her way of writing letters, and I’m very relieved, because she doesn’t seem to ask me to pay anything.

She never asked to meet me, and never asked me to write back to her.

These letters began to affect me slowly.

When I saw in the mirror that I wasn’t handsome enough, I started going to the gym; I went to buy a few new clothes. These are things I never do.

  She noticed.

She told me in the letter that I looked healthier than before and she liked my new look.

She even gave me a great tie.

Unfortunately, I have started to feel guilty.

I love my wife very much, and even after nine years of marriage, our marriage is still very good.

Although like most men, I have “thought” about it, but I have never been confused.

  So, when my admirer started sending out some provocative letters, it really invaded me.

Although I didn’t send anything dirty or a picture of the Spring Palace, just some small stories or pictures of men and women kissing, even though I liked it very much, I couldn’t suppress the guilt in my heart.

Because I started paying attention all the time, looking for this woman.

Another month has passed.

One day, I received a book from her—the erotic love of an erotic partner?

Inside the book are a couple of men and women having sex on and off (except the bed), such as at the table, in a hot tub, rubbing each other with oil, perfume and birch branches, sucking, licking, andCaress.

  This is driving me crazy.

The letter said how she wanted to do these things with me.

I admit that I also want to do these things with her.

Well, now that I am physically fit, and I have tasted my clothes, I am eager for love and sex.

One day, a large bouquet of yellow roses was appointed to my office.

Attached is a note that states that she has decided to seize the opportunity to meet me, asking me to meet her in a nearby hotel lobby that afternoon.

She would hold a yellow rose and sit in the lobby waiting for me.

I messed up.

I can’t go, but I want to go, and I should go.

  I think I can hide and watch her first.

When I arrived at the hotel, I walked directly to the side door and went up the stairs to the atrium balcony that overlooked the entire hall.
She sat there, wearing a beautiful suit, holding a red rose, and sitting alone on a sofa in the middle of the hall.

  She is my wife.

Today is our tenth wedding anniversary.