Why It’s So Dangerous for Women in May-December Relationships to Get Drunk Around Men Their Own Age: Part 2

Brian stood in front of me, putting his hips between my knees. At over six feet and 225 pounds, see­ing his lean mus­cu­lar body so close to my five-foot-two body was almost ter­ri­fy­ing, but also incred­i­bly excit­ing. I was sure that I knew what he wanted and after he pulled me into him, kiss­ing me pas­sion­ately while wrap­ping his arms around my body, I just knew that I wanted the same thing. There was no stop­ping us, not one bit of strug­gle or sec­ond thought.

I slid up into the bed of the truck as he climbed in and took off his shirt. He slipped off my dress and put the cloth­ing under my head before he swiftly unbut­toned my bra while kiss­ing me sweetly. That night, we made love sev­eral times in the bed of his pickup in the park­ing lot of the bar. Not a sin­gle per­son noticed, and if they did, well, we didn’t notice them notic­ing us. It was a very grat­i­fy­ing sex­ual experience.

By the time we started get­ting dressed nei­ther of us was drunk any­more. So I sug­gested it was time that I go home. Brian held me close, my head only com­ing up to his chest. Oddly enough, a thought popped into my head that felt absolutely awkward—I won­dered if that’s what it felt like to hug my father, since he was just as tall and I was so short.

And that’s when it hit me. The extreme guilt, shame, and utter dis­ap­point­ment in myself for what I had just done to my fiancé. Kee­gan had given me every­thing, yet I just allowed another man inside of my body, the same body that belonged to him. I never should have taken off my engage­ment ring. I was a fool.

I have to go. This was wrong and shouldn’t have hap­pened. Good­bye, Brian,” I said as I hopped into my vehi­cle and took off. Brian just stood there watch­ing me with this look on his face that I’ll never for­get. It would be two years before I would hear from him again.

By the time I made it home, it was nearly 6 o’clock in the morn­ing. Clearly, Kee­gan knew some­thing was up, and he made sure I knew that he was not OK with my being out so late and ignor­ing his texts and phone calls. But what made mat­ters worse was that I appar­ently told Laura and her boyfriend to meet me at my house, but I didn’t show up until almost five hours later.

Long story short, Kee­gan knew the party was over hours ear­lier, he knew I was last seen with Brian, and he knew that the entire time unac­counted for was spent f*cking another man in the bed of his pickup truck—less than two weeks before our wed­ding. There are no words for what I felt in that moment.

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About Vivian

I am 26 and my husband 45. At first, our friendship existed mostly online. I was actually helping my now husband with his dating profile when it dawned on me that he was exactly what I was looking for in a perfect life partner. So, I asked him out and we have been together ever since. We now have two daughters together and everyone that knows us will tell you that they simply can’t imagine us apart, and neither can we. I’m no stranger to May-December relationships—my father was 71 and my mother was 33 when I was born. I have never dated a guy my own age. Anything less than 10 years older than me just seems wrong, and frankly, it doesn’t even turn me on in the slightest bit to think about it. It’s actually a turn-off. After going through relationships with a few rich older men, I finally settled down with my husband. I’m sure there were people waging bets on how quickly our marriage would fall apart, but we’re determined to prove them all wrong.