At least until I had an encounter with a married woman that still leaves me shaken and disturbed by my lack of willpower.I'd been handling confessiona... one morning when ... I'll call her 'Rebecca' ... entered the other side of the booth. We weren't really supposed to know who was on the other side, but after you've talked to people and got to know their voice and their manner of speaking, it wasn't too difficult to be certain who was visiting.Rebecca told me her story, some of which I knew, but. My dick stood upright and was almost bulging from my pants.I knew the time has come and I kissed her on the kips. They were soft like rose petals never touched or felt by anything in this world. I felt the passion running down her. The women in her was rising slowly and the beast in me too. She was reciprocating in her own sweet ways by feeling my hair and making those occasional moans. I moved my lips all over her face and sucking her lips, cheek and neck like crazy. This went on for almost. We played each other music through the wall and read and analysed our favourite lyrics and poems for hours. I hated not being able to touch him.The resolution to our little escapade had in fact been quite painless after all the shouting had finished. Mum told me I had to take my phone with me at all times and I had to call her if I wasn't planning on coming home before nine o'clock at night. I sort of grounded myself that weekend any way, I seemed to have a lot to think about. Maxie had more. This arrangement went on for quite a few years and to be honest it was all I ever wanted, whilst on a night out she would say to me “when we get home we’ll ‘get comfortable’” she knew this would get me going. I would proceed upstairs and dress in one of my many outfits and we would have the most amazing sex. I have been a little vague up to now so as not to get the reader to aroused as this isn’t my main story just an insight as to what got me here. My story starts when my wife went away one.