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This is my first post. I rarely post online, but reading the experiences here made me feel like maybe… this is where mine belongs. Honestly, I’m shit scared to tell this to anyone in real life. I’ve never said it out loud. But something about the stories here made me feel less alone.
I don’t have many friends in my work city, so I spend most evenings at the gym. One evening, I shared a machine with a woman in her early 40s. We didn’t talk that day. The next evening, I started a small conversation. She wasn’t overly talkative — more of an ambivert. Polite, a little reserved. It actually took months of casual gym chats before we became friends.
She’s a doctor and very busy. Sunday mornings are usually her only time off, and Saturdays are when she spends family time with her husband. One day, I mentioned that most of my weekends are lonely. A few days later, she invited me over one Saturday evening. That’s when I met her husband. Over the next few months, visiting them became routine. We played Monopoly or card games, sometimes watched late-night movies, and I’d leave the next morning. I usually make jokes about situations — never to humiliate, just to be funny — and it always made her laugh.
One night, the husband went to bed earlier. I slept on the sofa as usual. The next morning, I woke up and… me and the wife were cuddling. I froze. Shocked. As a conservative person myself, it felt like I had committed some kind of sin. I left immediately and spent the rest of the day beating myself up. After thinking endlessly, I decided to reach out to him and apologize. But he stopped me immediately. He wouldn’t let me. Then… he scolded me — not for what I did, but for even thinking I had committed a crime.
He then told me how he truly feels about me. Their marriage had started as a love marriage, and they were madly in love in the early days — life was fun back then, twelve years ago. But when they tried to have children, the doctor told them it wouldn’t be easy. She had low egg mobility, and he had a low sperm count. Still, they tried… and succeeded. After that, intimacy changed. They had to follow a strict schedule, only having sex during ovulation. Later, he had to “save” himself for the next cycle. Sex became a task, almost like project work. By the time the baby was born, they had lost the spark, and life became a series of day-to-day tasks.
But when I started spending time with them, he noticed something. She enjoyed my company. He saw her smile at my not-so-funny jokes. She would talk about our weekends during the week when I wasn’t around. He said I was the reason she smiled wholeheartedly again — the reason she felt happy and light, like in the early days of their marriage. He told me I was doing what he had done for her back then. I am what he used to be, and he wanted me to continue being that for her.
That completely shook me. I hadn’t realized he saw me in such high regard. And in that moment, I knew — he would let me go as far as I wanted with her.
Yes, I eventually entered a hot Wife-bull relationship with them. But when I think back, I truly believe this was the moment that made me trust him and his wife — the moment that allowed this beautiful relationship to begin.
More on how it began on another day