The Night Before My Wedding

I confessed everything to my fiancée last night. We've been together for years and I love her more than anything, but there's this part of me that needed one final act before we commit fully. It was just a fantasy fulfilled with another woman, someone from the office, nobody knew except us three. The sex was intense, raw, and oh-so-forbidden in every way imaginable. Her hands on my body, exploring places only my wife-to-be has seen; it felt like an explosion of pleasure mixed with guilt. But as I lay there post-coitus, naked and sweating under her touch, the truth hit me hard. This was a goodbye to something that never should have happened, but did because we both wanted it desperately in that moment. It's over now, but it leaves a mark.