The thing about sneaking around is that it’s really exhilarating. You never start something, thinking it’s going to involve parking your car just down the street and not in the driveway or texting only when you get the green light to do so. But once you’re that deep into it, there’s no going back.

I met Kevin during a recreational ball game that I was a part of, two evenings a week. It was fun to get out and socialize, meet other people and get a bit of exercise. My team was playing his on the night where this story started.

My eyes held his gaze just a bit too long, each time we locked eyes on the baseball diamond. He had these big brown seductive eyes that drank you in. He was tall, almost gangly, but looked to be in great shape. He was friendly and overtly flirty. I was very attracted to him.

After the game when I was riding home with some of the other ladies from my team, I asked if anyone knew who he was. They teased how obvious it was that he wanted in my short shorts. One of my friends told me his name and said he and his wife were separated. And another one of the girls confirmed the same. I flushed with excitement.

I needed to get in touch with him. I needed to talk to him, to know him. My teammates told me all of the details they knew, his last name, where he worked and how to set up an email to his work.

The next morning I gave it a whirl. I sent an email to his (hopefully) work email address, introducing myself. It was only minutes and I received a reply. He wanted my number, wanted to call me. And so we chatted.

He told me he still lived with his partner but that they were done and he and his daughter would be moving out asap. We began emailing back and forth on a regular basis and we sent the odd text. He said he couldn’t text much when at home, for obvious reasons.

He owned a house in town that he rented out and it was currently empty. How convenient. It quickly became our own little love shack.

We began meeting there several times a week. He had been deprived of physical touch for so long he explained. The passion between us was extremely ferocious. It felt amazing to be wanted so bad like that. What felt even better was satisfying him. Giving him what he wanted, blowing his mind.

It seemed he really had not been sexually active for some time as any position I suggested, he acted like it was the most exciting thing he’d ever done. Like he couldn’t believe I was willing these things. He was like a kid in a candy store.

I loved his body. The hair on his chest. His long limbs. He was beautiful.

He was also a liar. A bold faced liar.

He actually made me think he was leaving his wife and we would ride off into the sun together. He had a good job, a lot of money stowed away, many properties and would have a good pension when he retired.

I thought I’d found Mr Right. So it kind of stung when weeks passed and there were no changes on his end. He was still living with her. Still unable to text me most hours of the day. And still wanted me to come running to him when he wanted sex.

I turned that tap off. I had to face that I’d been strung along. On lie after lie after lie. I heard later he was sort of famous for this. A real Rico Suave.

Lesson learned…