Why did I choose another woman over Mary?

I asked myself this question frequently. On paper, Mary had all the qualities of a good partner. She was fun-loving, smart, an excellent cook and mixologist, and of course, offered incredible sexuality. Then, why did I then choose to keep her hidden from my friends?  And equally as important, why did she allow this?

While dating post-divorce, most women I dated never met my friends and certainly not my children or family. This was normal, sheltering my friends and family from a revolving door of women until I felt I found the right one. Only three ladies made the cut and met my friends and sisters, and one, my current partner, met my children and mother.

Yet, why was Mary excluded from this list entirely?

I think there might be two reasons.

The first is that I became serious with Wendy, who became my live-in partner. Wendy could not compare to Mary when it came to sex, by a long shot. She had other qualities that attracted me, of course. Sex was not one of her best attributes, and sadly it is less so now.

Wendy’s personality was a fit better with my friends and eventually my children. She was a corporate executive, like me, whereas Mary was not. Our backgrounds were similar in other ways. Mary was a farmer’s daughter, and I was a product of the city and suburbs. I will delve into this more as I begin to understand my feelings from over nine years ago.

The second reason is that I believe I was spoiled by Mary's sexuality - I did not want the sex to end. I firmly believed that the constraints of a committed relationship would have diminished her sexuality.  Holiday planning with family, social engagements, finances, and day-to-day life all would take effect on our sex life. Seeing Mary infrequently, without the burdens of a committed relationship, sustained the highly charged sexual energy with each visit.

So in the end, her own intense sexuality doomed her to be the “other woman”.

For me, I was having my cake and eating it too. I had the best of both worlds: a committed relationship and an incredibly satisfying sexual one as well.  This was not fair to Mary, or to Wendy. Please don’t judge me harshly.

After a year (approximately), my relationship with Wendy became serious enough that she asked me to live with her, after she sold her home. The sense of adventure, moving to an exciting town two hours South, was enticing. We had visited this town before and enjoyed their festivals and overall vibe. It wasn’t much of a decision. I accepted.

Mary, however, believed we were still in a relationship, unusual as it was. She was not aware of Wendy or any other ladies. Once again, I wonder why she didn’t question this unusual relationship. That question will probably always go unanswered.

However, the fact was, I was moving. How would I tell Mary?

My excuse for moving was due to my growing business, with more of my clients coming from this new region. This was a bare-faced lie. Truth is, I had no clients in this area. In fact, for years, Mary didn’t know my address. I would tell her I was staying with friends and moving around the region. She never inquired about visiting my home. 

I recall the last night at my apartment. We went to the lakeside restaurant where we had our first date and stayed a short while after to listen to a band we enjoyed. We walked to the lake and sat at the same picnic table and kissed. I wondered if we were breaking up, because of my imminent move. That would have been expected, as it would be entirely reasonable given the news.

However, we did not break up, instead returning to my apartment. Surprisingly, Mary was as sexual as usual, maybe more so.  Our love-making seemed more intense.

We started on the couch, and in true Mary style, she reached for the two pillows to lean her knees upon. I knew she was sad about my impending move, yet she was again on her knees prepared to give me the best oral ever.  We moved to my bed, where I pleased her orally, giving her as much tongue and manual manipulation as she deserved. My cock entered her wet pussy, and we fucked long and hard, reaching her cervix many times, with great pleasurable results.  Throughout the night, we cuddled, made love and fell peacefully asleep.

In the morning, she reached for my hard cock and sucked it, driving me totally mad with her tongue. To enhance my pleasure, she moaned, and a wonderful slurping sound came from her wet, willing mouth.  I came extra hard; my legs stiffened from the exertion. I was exhausted from the night’s activities.

When she left my apartment, I was uncertain of her feelings and our future. Was this a glorious goodbye, like a fireworks finale?

I wondered, why can’t a man truly love two women? Why can’t I love Wendy and Mary, since together they were the complete package?

Yet, I moved two hours away, leaving an incredible sexy vixen behind.

To my surprise, she wanted me to visit her at “Mary’s House in the Woods”. She wanted our unusual relationship to continue. For a few years, I would visit Mary, every month or two.  The infrequency of our relationship made every visit more special. My cover story with Wendy was a business group meeting, where I would be staying with one of men in this group. The group didn’t exist; another lie.

It was during this time that I encouraged Mary to date others, and if she met someone special, I would step aside.

In the next chapter, Mary discovers the truth, while snooping on social media. Will her realizing that she is the “other” woman doom this unusual relationship?