The Best (Make-Up) Sex I’ve Ever Had with an Older Man. Period.

Katharine McPhee Cheat Older Husband

Bran­don, a much older man­ager from work, and I had just had our very first fight as boyfriend and girl­friend. Even though it was some­thing that was bound to hap­pen, since we had such a big dif­fer­ence in our reli­gions, it still was shock­ing. And even though it had been a week ago, it was still some­thing I was reel­ing from. After hours of sit­ting in front of my place and talk­ing out our prob­lems and express­ing our feel­ings, we ended up fac­ing the fact of the mat­ter, which was that I was not in any way ready to ded­i­cate myself to a reli­gion just because my boyfriend wanted me to.

Bran­don, on the other hand, acknowl­edged that his anger mostly stemmed from inse­cu­rity that he felt in our May-December rela­tion­ship. On top of our dif­fer­ences in our reli­gion, we also had to come to terms that there was an age dif­fer­ence and from his past mar­riage, Bran­don was still bat­tling trust issues. Where that came into play with me not being Chris­t­ian, I never put in the energy to ana­lyze. As long as Bran­don real­ized that he was in the wrong to accuse me of not being some ideal he wanted, that was all I cared about at that moment.

Since it was our first argu­ment and we were able to eas­ily talk it out, we sort of brushed the issue of our reli­gious stand­points to the side, leav­ing it to linger and never resolv­ing it, which caused more prob­lems for us down the line.

One thing about hav­ing an argu­ment with your part­ner is the pent up frus­tra­tion that one holds onto. Since the sex­ual chem­istry between Bran­don and I was so tan­gi­ble, the make-up sex was earth­shat­ter­ing. There was def­i­nitely a ripen­ing of sex­ual skill and sta­mina in Bran­don and I thanked our age dif­fer­ence for it. He had more knowl­edge of my body and its reac­tions than even I knew.

How­ever, the more Bran­don and I started to see each other, the more my feel­ings for him turned from a sex­ual attrac­tion to a love that was bloom­ing in me. Bran­don wasn’t always this man that con­stantly tried to get me to go to church and read to me scrip­tures of the day. He was a man with a joy­ous and sunny dis­po­si­tion; it was hard not to smile around him.

Although some peo­ple would see our May-December rela­tion­ship and like to call him a hyp­ocrite as a Chris­t­ian man, I think that if a self-proclaimed Chris­t­ian were to judge, then they them­selves are being just as hyp­o­crit­i­cal. And that was the exact same thing that I told Bran­don one day when he opened up to me about some­one at work con­fronting him about his faith. As unlady-like as it was, I told Bran­don that who­ever it was could just stick it some­where. We just laughed, but the con­ver­sa­tion became seri­ous. How was Bran­don going to main­tain his appear­ance of the hand­some respectable man­ager who preached about Chris­tian­ity when he was dat­ing one of the youngest recep­tion­ists in the com­pany? Once again, reli­gion and our age dif­fer­ence gave us another hur­dle to jump through, but for Bran­don and I, it was all worth it.

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About Lena

I’d always dreamed of the perfect fairytale prince in storybooks—ready with money and status to come save me from my chaotic, average life and treat me like his princess. Add a 26-year age difference and I found the closest thing to it. Not everything comes as easy as we expect it to, but that’s what makes it all the more fun. At 18 years old, I experienced that “Mr. Right Now” love with a guy my age named Jared. Two years later, I met Brandon, my older man. Jared was the typical playboy who romanced my naïve younger self and made me fall hard for him. That relationship caused me to view love in an entirely different way than I previously had, and I’m actually glad it did. By the time I met Brandon, I had become wiser and more prepared for the reality of relationships. Even though at 20 years old I didn’t show the tell-tale signs of a smart, mature woman, that was exactly what I had become. I started as a part-time secretary for a highly respectable office, while juggling a full-time load of college courses at the local university. It was my first official job where I had to wear heels, pencil skirts, and an occasional suit. I was no longer the high-school girl that found “true love” after graduation and had her heart broken immediately after. The new woman I was now was confident and smart, and when I saw Brandon walk through the lobby door, I knew he’d be a challenge, one I was ready to accept. Now at 22, and Brandon at 48, we’ve managed to keep a two -year relationship feeling like the very first day we met—all the excitement and butterflies are still very much present.