Jim and I have been "secretly" seeing each other close to seven years now and I have to say I've never been happier. We have been caught twice - only caught by text messages and picture/video messages on my cell phone that were found by my white jealous/hurtful/degrading/cheating/lying/scumbag husband. If I didn't give him my phone to roll over my pictures from my old phone to my new, he would never have known about my affair. Jim and I have to be extra careful now and it does become stressful sometimes for me, but I go and meet him whenever I can.
I love Jim with all my heart. I told him that I would never ask him to leave his wife and family for me because that isn't what I am all about. We share a wonderful relationship and he is all the things that my husband is not beginning by being compassionate and understanding, supportive and always there when I need him the most.
It was love at first sight for me and Jim. We flirted with each other for many years via the telephone, but once we met face to face it has been heaven on earth for me. I had to face a few deaths in my family and a few friends and his comforting arms and his support got me through it all.
For all the holidays, I am always buying Jim a gift; sometimes it is just a little thing and sometimes it is quite pricey but he his so worth it. He's not a gushy kind of guy and doesn't throw the "I love you" into our conversations but as he told me from the start that when he feels something for someone, he doesn't say it, but he shows it in his own ways. He shows me when he makes love to me, goes down on me and lets me do my own thing when I go down on him.
Kissing is wonderful and some intimate when we engage in it. I love to french kiss and the first day I met him, I stuck my tongue down his throat first and he followed and I loved every minute of kissing him. His touch may be as gentle as a lamb and then sometimes we engage in a little rough but not hurtful foreplay before he bangs me into heaven. I love sucking his extra large black cock and when he cums all over my face and all over my titties.
I'm the kind that loves to tell people I love them and I tell Jim all the time and he agrees that he loves me but doesn't actually say the words "I love you". A few times early on in our "affair" I asked him to tell me and he would say it but it was forced. He told me that no one makes him say or do anything unless he wants to. I felt uneasy for awhile but then I realized how much he must because it shows at all the right times.