Chatting. There was indeed a connection…a spark between us. I didn’t feel any sexual urges towards him…its just that I wanted to keep talking wi...h him…spend time in his company…listening to his laughs.. Was I in love? I don’t know… probably…it was definitely a strong infatuation. He was talking to me properly…intent on what I was saying…he considered me like his equal. He too confided in me… he was single…had been in one serious relationship before and it ended up. He was very classy,. The fact that he didn't know the risk of permanency made me wetter thanI'd ever been in my whole life.And when he came, his whole body twisting and writhing in the throes ofpleasure, I couldn't help but orgasm too, the sensation of the strap-onrubbing against me too much to handle.Once was far from enough for me, however. Drunk on the control I had overhim, on the way power had so easily changed hands between us, my mind wasset on a singular resolution for the night: Permanency.I must have. ”“They are... in a way,” he answered. “Some are truly sterile,” he said softly. Then he added even more softly, “Some are dead in their stasis tubes.” He paused and acted like he was taking a deep breath, though where he might be breathing was hidden from me. Then he continued very firmly, “The others– the last hope for our colony– have lost the ability to properly respond sexually, and that makes them effectively sterile.”He evidently could see that we were confused because he explained, “Our. It didn't. Not for her at least.I remain shocked that my wife was cool with it. The truth is that she was very okay with her mother and I hooking up as long as A) she never caught us and B) her mother was the only other woman for me. Those conditions were super easy to stick to but, like I said above, months after the confession, the affair became less fun and we just kind of lost the desire to continue it.We both realized it was over this winter. My in-laws as well as my sister-in-law and her.