We had been married around two years and had just moved back to Florida from Illinois where the company I had worked for had filed for bankruptcy, The year was 1968 and it was Spring. I was enrolled in college and working part-time as a draftsman for a company that made mobile homes. She was working as a Cosmetologist, we were living with her parents and trying to make ends meet. The part time job ended and I got a job delivering orange juice, you do whatever it takes to survive.
The damn Psych. Course is where it all started. I had been as faithful as a lap dog, never strayed, I don't even think I looked at the menu, I always knew where I would be eating. A brief aside if I may. My wife at the time of our wedding was 5'4” tall, 118 lbs, 34B, blonde hair and absolutely gorgeous. This Psych course was great, the Prof was great it was all good, but heavy. I sat next to a woman who as having some difficulty and we chatted at break about what was going on in class and decided to meet over coffee to further discuss the points she was having an issue with. I met her one day for lunch at her place of employment, she was the executive secretary to the Mayor of the city, no I'm not naming the city. I met the Mayor and we chatted for a bit and then his secretary and I went off to lunch, and we discussed Psych. Class.
Afternoon meetings were getting tough for me because of work so we started meeting at night after class, rut-roh!! We met at her apartment as she had no money and I had less so we were on the cheap. One thing led to another and it wasn't long and a kiss led to more kissing and even more kissing and pretty soon our hands started to roam. It wasn't long and she was naked, I was naked and then she told me.........WHOOPS! It's that time of the month, at this point, being young, virile and with a hard-on that could drive nails, I was not to be denied, YEAH, RIGHT. I got her off by playing with her clit and she gave me a hand-job. I went home, continued to see her in class but we never crossed that line again.
I don't remember how I felt after having her get me off, was I scared, ashamed, excited, I just can't recall. That was my very first time that I strayed, I wish it had been my last!