It Wasn't Just About Sex Anymore

I couldn't believe what I was doing. Him and me, we've been together for years now in an open relationship, but this wasn't just about casual sex anymore. It felt wrong from the start, lying to him that night when he asked if anything had happened. I told him no, even as I kept thinking how much it did happen. We met at a bar near his place, me pretending I was going home to sleep alone. But instead, she waited for me there in her room, ready and waiting. The moment we touched, everything changed. Her hands were rough on my skin, making me shiver and moan under the intensity of it all. She wasn't gentle, not at first. It hurt so badly that I almost stopped. But something snapped inside me when she leaned in close, whispering how much more there was to explore if I could take this pain. And oh god, did I ever want her after that. We didn't use protection either; it made everything feel even more raw and real between us. When we finished, the air was thick with our mingled scents, sweat and sex. It left me feeling dirty but also strangely connected to her in a way that terrified me.