Recently I have reconnected with an old love. From 37 years ago. On facebook. She’s forgiven me for having sex with her best friend and one other person in a threesome that her best friend decided to tell her about.
We were engaged at the time.
I was 23 years old and a virgin.
After the episode I was still technically a virgin.
She was saving herself for me, but after she dumped me, she went on birth control, got laid and invited me over to make love to her during which I was informed that she had experience.
I had premature ejaculation. Only time in my life.
A year later, she visited me, aggressively attempted to have sex with me only to result in a somewhat less than satisfactory sexual encounter. A semi was the best that I could muster.
Each time I was hoping that my one indescretion could be put behind us. Each time I felt I was being punished.
Each time she made herself unavailable afterwards.
She was a nine and I was a six. Not just for her looks. She was fun, she had sparkling eyes and when she opened her mouth everything made sense.
Losing her was devastating.
Now she tells me that she regrets dumping me.
I’ve seen her pictures, she’s grossly obese.
she tells me she’s unable to love her husband like she loved me.
Guess what, I understand that. I’m the same way.
Truth is, my wife has successfully reduced her weight, looks really good, doesn’t want to have sex with me any more, but tells me she loves me at least twice a day. I want to have sex with her, but she represents my life, the mother of my children and I’m not going to throw it away. I can live without sex.
But here I am secretly reliving my old love with my old lover and it is extremely precious to me at the moment. I would never want to reconnect physically but…
I’m confused.
I don’t even know what exactly I want to ask.
Comments are appreciated.