A fuck you defintely should have had

[DewMee]

Have there been occasions when you know you missed out on a fuck that you really, really should have had? When a fuck was almost certainly there for the taking but you let it pass by and as soon as you did, you knew that, years after, you were going to wish you'd done things differently. Haven't we all experienced that?

I was 22, four years into a slowly disintegrating marriage to my one and only who I was together with since I was 16. My husband and I went to a Halloween costume party where I nearly fell for the charms of a certain handsome guy who was dressed up as Turin Turambar (from J.R.R. Tolkien's Silmarillion book). At first my husband dressed up as Richard Nixon and I, a black cat, went about on the meet and greet, and I about melted when we met "Turin". Up until that moment, I had never even considered cheating on my husband, but the thought seed was planted there and then.

Later after several beers, my husband disappeared with some of his friends to go do who knows what, so I milled about the party talking with people, but had my eye searching for 'Turin'. I worked my way in to the kitchen where the beer keg was, and there he was leaning against the counter next to the keg. He smiled at me and I blushed as I re-filled my solo cup. He asked me how I enjoyed the party, and we chatted for about 15-20 minutes. I was like a schoolgirl talking to her favorite rockstar. I likely unknowingly put it out there as we talked, and he said it was too bad I was married as he let his hand rest on my shoulder. I shrugged and blushed, wishing I wasn't married at that moment. He lightly rubbed my shoulder and asked where my husband was and I shrugged again, speechless, torn between throwing myself at him and running away. I nervously downed my beer and reached over to the keg to refill my cup. I turned back and a towering Klingon bumped me as I spilled some beer on my leg. Turin managed to catch me before I went over, and I looked into his eyes and gushed in my panties. I straightened up as the Klingon apologized, and staggered away in a daze.

I spent the next hour or so drinking my beer in silence, re-visiting the keg regularly, but not seeing Turin in the thinning crowd. I didn't see my husband either. Apparently my husband wasn't feeling well, and after (supposedly) looking for me and not finding me, he told a friend that he was going to go home. I guess he didn't go into the kitchen where the keg was. I was puzzled. Anyway, we only lived a half mile away from where the party was, so I wasn't too concerned about how I would get home. So I stayed and proceeded to get quite drunk. I was sitting on the couch getting rather dizzy and sleepy and thinking about making my way home when 'Turin' sat down next to me, saying 'hello again'. He was a bit drunk too, and he again asked where my husband was. I giggled and said drunkenly, 'He wen home without me.' He shook his head in disbelief, and leaned into my ear and whispered that he would make a move if I wanted to. I didn't say no but giggled again. His hand came to rest on my knee and he caressed my stocking. I gushed in my panties again, and slowly took his hand as it started to slide up my thigh and told him that I would love to, but I couldn't.

I got up off the couch and told him that if people didn't know my husband and I, I probably would go for it, but I couldn't. He walked with me out the door and we talked as we went down the street. He said he had wanted me ever since we met there at the party, but respected my decision to stay faithful to my husband. He gave his business card and said if I should ever change my mind to call.

I walked home regretting not jumping his bones. I got home and my husband was snoring soundly, and though I was horny as hell, I wasn't going to get any interest from him. I went into the bathroom, used my electric toothbrush to get myself off to relieve the tension, and went to bed. I think I stared at the ceiling for hours wondering what it would be like to make love to another man other than my husband. I kept that card for a long time, but I never called him or saw him again. In hindsight, I should have just cut loose from the morals and enjoyed the time with Turin. It would be four more years before an opportunity would again arise which by that time our marriage was well and truly over except in name.

 

[Kinkenglish]

So, something more current ..

This morning I was finishing off refurbishing my daughter's bathroom with the help of my wife. As I was re hanging the mirror I noticed my wife stripping off behind me .. In no time at all she was down to just bra and panties..
I was .. "Wha...?"
But then she explained that she thought the door needed another coat of paint and we didn't have our decorating clothes so .. She undressed to avoid getting paint on her good clothes ..
We didn't ..
But I wonder if we should have ...

 

[LilaLocket]

In college a super hot guy took an interest in me at a party--he had remembered seeing me at a party the week before and told me he had been looking to see out again ever since. He was tall and well-built and had all the moves and even a sexy voice. We danced and exchanged numbers and he went off on his way. I thought that I would never hear from him again, but later that night he texted me to come over.

And then tragically I COULDN'T because I was taking care of my friend who was passed out in our apartment I still think about what a missed opportunity that was and I still blame my friend for cock blocking me that night

 

[Kimikimidoll]

Tale of Woe

I just started college, and it hadn't even been two months. Since I was so far away from my family for the first time in my life I used to brood and be unhappy all day. Somehow, this made a lot of guys desperate to make me happy (seriously, something just ticks in a male's brain when they see a sad girl. They have to fix it, like a leaky faucet.)

So they tried to fix that by inviting me to parties, inviting me out for a ride (with everyone, not just me)...joking around, doing silly things etc... even trying to pair me off with other guys. In retrospect I should be glad of all they attention they gave me, they were honestly trying to make me feel better, but I was a bitch and I missed mom.

So one evening, my friend, her bf, and his best friend invite me out. I hee and haw and my friend finally ropes me in by letting me borrow one of her dresses. It was a deep, violet lace dress and it fit me just a little too right, so I got a random coat for it too (plus it was cold). So we get into her bf's car, and then he drives around, then asks where we wanna go. His best friend suggest the club but I shout him down (yes I'm a spoilsport), and instead we decide for a movie.

It was late night, and the hall was kind of empty, and my friend and her bf get cozy immediately. Seeing this, me and the other guy decide to respect their privacy and sit in some other corner instead. We laughed and made fun of the movie, until he asked me, what, aren't you feeling hot? So I removed the jacket.

I have no clue what he saw in that dim light, but he kept on complimenting me, touching my arm, feeling and squeezing my hand, kissing then groping my breasts... For some reason I got into it too, and we were doing everything we could with clothes on. Then he just looks at me funny, and says, "I can't take this anymore. Let's go."

I was on a high, and agreed. We got a taxi, got to a motel, got a room even. All the while he kept talking to himself - "When I saw you in the dress, it just did something to me, I've seen you around so long, but damn, today we're doing this!"

Suddenly I felt afraid (I know, quick reaction). I liked the guy, but I didn't want to have sex on the first night. It felt wrong. And I realized I was going along with him because I felt so lonely, and I missed home (I'm not kidding). I told him that, and he softened up, and we talked about ourselves and loads of other emotional things, and finally he said, you know what, let's sleep on it.

The next morning we go home. In the afternoon, he introduces me to his friend who just dropped by from another city to meet him. Me and that guy hook up instantaneously, and I literally ran away with him. I spent my entire spring break over at his place, having the time of my life.

Moral of the story- I'm untrustworthy.

lol it's been years and he still reminds me that he should've fucked me when he had the chance. I kind of agree.

 

[quietlylooking]

Many, many years ago I was in a relationship that was not really going anywhere... we were really good friends with benefits, looking back on it. But I was trying to be a loyal girlfriend.

During that time I met an English guy who was working in the U.S. Professionally we had much in common, and he knew some of my work colleagues and some of my other friends who were also from the U.K. We used to play pick-up soccer together with a big group and then go out afterwards.

One evening I was out with some girlfriends and I ran into him at a bar. We talked, and drank, and talked, and he was describing various handshakes... and following a demonstration of someone's handshake technique, he was holding my hand. He asked me why I wasn't with my boyfriend that night...

I felt guilty and aroused, and left abruptly. I went to my boyfriend's house where I relieved both urges, to some extent.

Looking back... I wonder what would have happened that night if I had left the bar with the English guy... I'm pretty sure I know.

 

[carlsnake]

My girlfriend and I had been dating five years. We were parked in our special place. She was naked, on her back, spreading herself for me and said, "I want you inside me." I had promised her that I was waiting until we were married, so I wouldn't screw her. She didn't offer again until our wedding night. I banged my head against the wall for missing the chance, but she said she was glad we waited. Meanwhile, as I discovered later, she had been fucked by other guys while we were dating.

 

[tmmmbrrr]

I met an American girl on an overnight train in Norway. We hit it off and talked far into the night. At some point we moved into an empty sleeping compartment and started making out just as the train was pulling into some small town in the middle of nowhere. While the train was in the station, we kept quiet in the compartment, but didn't stop the foreplay so when the train finally started again her pants were off and I was between her legs with a rock hard erection.

Literally, seconds before I would have inserted her sopping wet pussy the door to the compartment opened and we were caught by the conductor, who had a family behind him with tickets for the same compartment. Arrrrggg! I really wanted to have sex with that girl, but I never had another chance. The next morning she left the train early. my loss.

 

[JuicyFrootNinja]

Many, many years ago I was in a relationship that was not really going anywhere... we were really good friends with benefits, looking back on it. But I was trying to be a loyal girlfriend.

During that time I met an English guy who was working in the U.S. Professionally we had much in common, and he knew some of my work colleagues and some of my other friends who were also from the U.K. We used to play pick-up soccer together with a big group and then go out afterwards.

One evening I was out with some girlfriends and I ran into him at a bar. We talked, and drank, and talked, and he was describing various handshakes... and following a demonstration of someone's handshake technique, he was holding my hand. He asked me why I wasn't with my boyfriend that night...

I felt guilty and aroused, and left abruptly. I went to my boyfriend's house where I relieved both urges, to some extent.

Looking back... I wonder what would have happened that night if I had left the bar with the English guy... I'm pretty sure I know.

Oh well. At least, this way, that night can have a million endings, each according to your whims and fantasies

PS. Humble Request... Would be grateful if you cleared your inbox

 

[more_snow_plz]

I was in ABQ with a large group from work for work. We were in the hotel bar and I started talking to a coworker who was much younger (10 years) and way out of my league. I had recently got back together with a girl who is now my wife. However, while at the bar, we started talking about dating and I asked her how her dating life was going. She looked my dead in the eyes and said "I just can't find any nice guys like you. Guys like you never ask me out." Holy hell. I just kinda played it off, lamely I might add, and a couple of other people from our group came over and started talking to us.

Fast forward to 3 months later. Another work trip, this time to Vegas. We were all staying at the South Point Casino, which is a total joke of a casino. Regardless, a group of us were downstairs fighting through the foreigners and white trash to have a little fun at the tables. I notice her coming from over from a few tables down and she meets me halfway back to the bar and says "You are absolutely adorable." Me: "Oh, I don't know about that." "Yes, you are absolutely adorable." It's late . . . neither of us is drunk . . . I give her a side hug and send her on her way.

I guess I'm a good guy. The thought of going with her at the moment did not cross my mind. Years later it has. She would have been my all-time top shelf performance. I still stalk her on FB . . .

 

[MatureSlutLisa]

The hot young man who lives next door.

 

[tallman3333]

The hot young man who lives next door.

You still have a chance!

 

[steelyblue73]

An Indecent Proposal

I was barely into my college years and was in the wedding party of a friend of mine. I was in pretty good shape and dressed to the nine's in a tuxedo. The aunt of my friend who was getting married was a big flirt. She was enjoying bantering with all of the younger men in the wedding party. She remarked to the group how we all cleaned up nice and how hot we all looked in our tux's as we waited in line at the beginning of the reception. As she said this she was standing next to me and said under her breath so only I could hear it, "I wouldn't mind seeing what you look like out of it." Thinking nothing of it at the time and being playful, I said back quickly, "That can be arranged." The look she gave me back gave me shivers. She was an attractive woman with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and large breasts, despite her relatively thin body. After the wedding, about a year had passed and I was at a party at this freind's house and she was there. There was nothing that ever happened during or after that wedding, despite that lusty look I was given at the wedding. We exchanged hello's and small talk here and there. Then, I went to use his upstairs bathroom. On my way I passed a bedroom with an open door. She was on the phone and gave me a smile and a half hearted wave as I passed. On my way back, I was prepared to walk by as I heard her call to me from within. I entered the room and ended up face to face with her. She quickly closed the distance between us and said "you know, I never forgot your offer." As the words left her mouth, no sooner did the door close and I was pressed up against it by her body. Her mouth quickly found mine and her tongue forced its way inside. Wasting no time her hand wandered down my stomach and found me instantly aroused. As she began to undo my pants, the bathroom door down the hall banged closed. I don't know if it was her or myself or both but it was a quick slap of reality and we broke the kiss and the exchange. We collected ourselves and went back downstairs.

Nothing ever happened afterward, but the exchange is something I'll never forget!

 

[Misshotndeep]

All I will mention is a truck and a kiss that seemed to go on for days.

 

[Conager]

When my Navajo wingman was inbetween marrying his ex-wife again, we decided to leave our little town with no women and and try our luck in another little town with a lot of college women. it's someone important to the story that in our little town because the men outnumber the women by such a large margin the women basically don't try and by "don't try" I mean they don't dress cute and part of that is that you never see a girl in heels unless she's from out of town.

Stereotypically taciturn, he was as quiet as I am talkative. When he does have something to say it's using hilarious and it takes a couple of beats to get his out of the blue comments sometimes. He's big on observational humor. Something about the following remark was even funnier with him standing there arms across his chest, and a long traditional braid down his back.

"Conager, there are FIVE chicks here wearing heels."

We had never discussed together the dearth of heels in our little town, not was I aware that he had an appreciation for what that does for a woman's appearance. Something about a traditional Navajo with a high heel fetish just struck me as insanely funny.

I got a lot of mileage that night out of that remark. On the one hand it gave me a good approach line, and on the other hand it gave me a good a chance to gauge women's interest in my friend as well.

So there was this cute blond about 25 years old probably going to lean a little zaftig in her older age but slithering it nicely in her blue dress and extremely high heels. She was there for the local-only version of American Idol. It was a preliminary round for the talent competition.

I mention about the heels and she explained something to me that I didn't quite understand about a specific foot issue that made it more comgortable for her to wear high heels. Like a high arch or something. I told her I wished it was contagious.

I'm not much of a drinker and I was moderately inebriated so I wasn't as quick on my feet as I normally would be when it comes to verbal sparring.

She thought the remark about it being contagious was "cute" and she leaned in and ran her fingertips across my not freshly shaved bald head and said, "I've been wanting to rub your head since you came in here."

Feeling clever and a little emboldened by her remark I decided to escalate it a little.

"If I had knowing you were going to rub up on my head, I would have been sure to get a thigh-frendly shave."

She said, "Now, why would you be that low?"

I didn't get it. In my head I was picturing her on her back with thighs up and writhing against my head. Her remark somehow sounded as if she didn't get it, or was saying, "Whoa, cowboy, I hardly know you."

I stood there struck dumb like a deer in the headlights while I tried to figure out how to salvage it. Not realizing there was nothing wrong, she was encouraging it.

I simply stalled out and eventually excused myself, thinking I had escalated to quickly.

It wasn't until the next day that I suddenly realized that she just simply meant "Why would your head be down there when it could be at navel height?"

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

I'm facebook friends with a guy that I did a play with in college. We had wonderful chemistry on stage... we played a married couple on the night of their daughter's wedding, and we bickered and fought but there was never a doubt that those two people loved each other.

We were both single... I was dating a few different guys, but nothing serious. it definitely occurred to me here and there that he might be fun to hook up with, but nothing ever came of it.

fast forward to now, he's actually still acting, and because it's his job he actually works out now, and while he used to be a fairly handsome big bear of a guy, now he's cut and sexy as fuck.

and married

 

[enjoy_reading]

May be it could have ... or may be not

Had a long time girl friend who met someone and decided she like him better. I had tried to change her mind at first, but finally decided she was not worth the effort and moved on.

There was a girl that I knew since high school who remained as a friend, when I was going with my 'girl friend'. I met back up with her and then invite her with me for a weekend to take our relationship up. Romantic hotel room, lights off with a fire going in the fireplace, while waiting in bed for her to come out of the bathroom.

she came out wearing a full length granny night gown. Completely covered up. I was not expecting that because I saw that as 'armor plating'. I remained as a gentleman and did not try to get through her armor. When we were cuddling in bed I was waiting for a sign any sign. She never gave me any indication of wanting something more. Her hands never left my chest area to go lower. We went to sleep like that to the morning.

Looking back may be I should have tried to see if her 'armor' would come off, but I had never pressed a girl to have sex with me. It was always a natural progression in the relationship.

Not too long after that I moved out of state for a new job, where I met my future wife. We married first and then she married later. We had remained friends.

Many years had past. That weekend had came up during a conversation. She told me she thought I wasn't over the ex-girlfriend and didn't want to be a consolation prize. So I was right that she wasn't ready for me, while I had already moved on to start new again.

So did one got away ??

 

[chitrashi]

I was in the Middle management level in an IT firm and the COO was something like a mentor/friend. Most often he and I would be the only ones working late at night. Usually he would drop me home and when his wife was out of town we would have dinner together at my place. Quite a few times we got drunk together - but neither of us took the relationship further than that. Even after I quit he used to visit me quite often - just to hang out/talk. I've always wondered why I never tried to take the relationship further, because I'm quite blasé about my other relationships. I really should've fucked him

 

[frictional]

I wound up fucking her eventually, just not as soon as I could have.

In my late 20's I was involved with this woman. Both of us were on the rebound from bad relationships. Anyway, the chemistry was definitely very strong but both of us were wary.

One afternoon we went on a long hike together in the woods. We were way out in the middle of nowhere, no one else around. She was in the lead so I got to spend a couple of hours admiring her cute ass in her hiking shorts. I really wanted to pull her off the trail and fuck her brains out, but I was so scared of screwing up a good thing that I was complete gentleman the entire hike. I didn't even try to kiss her.

Later when we finally did hook up, she confessed that she'd spent that entire day hoping I would try something. She had been just as horny as I was, but had been too nervous to tell me. So we'd both missed out on having crazy outdoor sex ... .

 

[questioneveryone]

Bonus story involving a member of Lit who will surely recognize herself if she ever returns to read this thread.

We chatted online several years ago before I met my wife and ended up meeting up twice -- once for drinks at a beach bar, she gave me a great view of her cleavage and rubbed her butt up against me at one point making my cock hard .... then a second time we got together for dinner, then found a somewhat secluded area where we sat down on a bench .... she unzipped my shorts and was playing with the head of my cock while I had my hands in her shirt playing with her nipples .... we could hear people who came and sat down at a bench not far from us and even though I think we were secluded enough where they couldn't really tell what we were doing, I can't say for sure. Eventually we went back to my car and she gave me a fantastic blowjob, swallowing at the end. I know she would have been a wild time in bed, but we never got to that point.

I had a very similar experience many years ago, with someone much too young for me but that I was instantly drawn to through this site. When we met the attraction was undeniable, and it was hard not to reach out and touch him right away. We also teased and touched each other publicly in a semi-dark outdoor spot and the thrill of potentially being seen was so hot. We ended up scrunched up in a car with my head in his lap, I remember he had the most beautiful cock and I loved the feeling of it sliding down my throat, and his taste when he came. Not going back to his apartment that night is something I've regretted for years every time he crosses my mind. Every now and then I reach out (or vice versa) and seeing his name always brings out an instant reaction in my body. I still yearn for him. He met someone more suitable and is now happily married with kids lol, but I always wonder how that night would have ended had I taken the trip to his apartment.

 

[Rowan00]

I had a very similar experience many years ago, with someone much too young for me but that I was instantly drawn to through this site. When we met the attraction was undeniable, and it was hard not to reach out and touch him right away. We also teased and touched each other publicly in a semi-dark outdoor spot and the thrill of potentially being seen was so hot. We ended up scrunched up in a car with my head in his lap, I remember he had the most beautiful cock and I loved the feeling of it sliding down my throat, and his taste when he came. Not going back to his apartment that night is something I've regretted for years every time he crosses my mind. Every now and then I reach out (or vice versa) and seeing his name always brings out an instant reaction in my body. I still yearn for him. He met someone more suitable and is now happily married with kids lol, but I always wonder how that night would have ended had I taken the trip to his apartment.

My guess is your clothes would have been off the moment you came in the door. He probably wanted to suck those gorgeous nipples into his mouth and taste the sweetness between your legs .... then tease you down there with the head of that cock you had so masterfully been sucking on earlier, before sliding it in, slowly at first, then building up a steady rhythm until he was pounding you from behind, balls slapping as the penetration got deeper and deeper, breathing heavy, him wanting to feel your release and empty his warm sticky load inside of you, the two of you collapsing together in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

But that’s just a guess.

 

[Mr_bogey]

So I was fresh out of college and a few weeks deep into law school. I had a pretty high number of prior lovers for my age and was confident that I was pretty knowledgeable when it came to other women. During the first few weeks, there was a very attractive older (maybe 7-10 years older) woman in my section. We had a few conversations and she mentioned being married and having been out in the world. Being the experienced fellow I was, it occurred to me this was going to be friendship only. After all, she'd only been married a little less than 5 years and she wouldn't be talking about her husband if she had other interests. We come to a Saturday where one of our classmates is having a party and she asks if I'm going. I tell her I'll see her there. The party is pretty crowded but we chat a few times. A couple hours in, I get a tug on the arm. It's her and she whispers for me to come with her, she wants to show me something. She pulls me into a small room where all the coats are and wants someone to get high with her. (I guess there was a tattoo on my forehead that said this dude like to get high). It caught me off guard a little but I rolled with it. Then she says, I need a real drink. Want to get out of here, I only live a few blocks away. I said sure but I have to talk to the folks I came with. She gave me the address and said I'll see you in a bit. Now, at this point, you'd think the experienced guy would have picked up on something. All my experience was with other (non-married) college students, waitresses and patrons from the bar I worked at and all within a few years of my age. So I tell my friends (my roommate, 2 other law students and one of their GFs that we have a late night. Off the 5 of us go to her condo. She answers the door in a robe and the light bulb goes off. She didn't think I was bringing friends. She plays it off well and we revise the plan. They are going to have a quick drink and leave. As they are saying thanks, the phone rings. It's her husband, who she failed to mention was out of town. Between my naivete, the additional people that would know she fooled around on her husband and his call, my moment was lost. Unfortunately, I think the tall, dark mysterious image kinda got killed as well. Turns out I was prophetic...we were just friends.

 

[archiegerard]

Like a lot of these stories, this one takes place in college. There was this girl that I was really into for a couple months in the fall of my junior year. She had a cute enough face, but it was her body that drove me wild. 5'11" (I'm 6'5", so I love tall girls), extremely fit (she was a volleyball player), and fairly large breasts. We had a few drunken makeout sessions at parties, but she never wanted to come home with me. Eventually I moved on and ended up dating her suite mate / sorority sister the next semester. From that point on, she was just about the biggest bitch in the world to me. Aside from dating her suite mate, I was extremely close friends with several of her sisters, so we were always around each other. Even after I broke up with her suite mate, we still saw each other constantly.

In my senior year, things pretty much stayed the same. We'd run into each other at parties and bars, and she'd always be a massive bitch for no reason. I could be a bit of an asshole back then, so all the other girls just laughed and said I probably deserved it for something I did or said when I was drunk and didn't remember.

Jumping ahead to my super-senior year (I had a bit too much fun my first four years), it was the week before school started, and we were having a massive party at my house. As the night wore on, things began to quiet down, and I realized that all the other girls from the group were gone, but she was still there. Around 2, it looked like she was going to leave by herself, but despite how much I disliked her, I didn't want her walking all the way back to campus by herself so I offered to walk her. She initially gave me some kind of bitchy response, but then sincerely thanked me for offering.

We actually had a great conversation on the walk, and when we got to her dorm, I gave her a platonic hug, and told her to get some sleep. To my surprise, she told me to meet her at the back door of her dorm so she could sneak me in (I'm guessing she didn't want my name on the sign-in list as her guest). So I walk around back, she lets me in, and we head to her room. It was a really muggy midwest August night, so she pulls her top off right away and sits back on her bed. I help her get her shoes, socks, and jeans off. I leaned in like I was going to kiss her, and then at the last second, I moved to the side, hugged her, planted a little kiss on her cheek, and told her I'd see her around.

I was so fucking proud of myself in the moment that I got the best of her like that, and about halfway back to my house, it fully dawned on me that I had passed up guaranteed no-strings-attached sex just to stick it to someone I disliked. To this day, I still can't believe I passed up what would have easily been the best hate sex of my life.

 

[Rockymtnman]

Could have had my best friends mom. Passed because I didn’t want to have an important friendship end because of my dick. Good choice as we’re still buds some 20 years later. Do still think about every once in a while.

 

[MascaraRuns]

Have there been occasions when you know you missed out on a fuck that you really, really should have had? When a fuck was almost certainly there for the taking but you let it pass by and as soon as you did, you knew that, years after, you were going to wish you'd done things differently. Haven't we all experienced that?

All I will say is Yes!!!

 

[davion2308]

One time

I was running a fitness facility tied to a hospital and we had a great place that was popular, clean, and people loved going there. It was a comfortable warm environment that was welcoming and the staff got along with each other, the members got along with each other, we had great equipment and it was my favorite job ever.

Then the building was sold and we all got laid off.

We were closing down operations and all the staff stayed on the last days instead of quitting to find other jobs and members stayed as long as they could because they loved it.

With a few days left, I was under tremendous stress because I was helping my team write their resumes, I was making calls to places to get them jobs, I was refunding and handling finances for members who paid long-term, and dealing with my own impending doom. I was not having a good time.

One of the yoga instructors came in and very openly said that she'd be happy to fuck me as much as possible as stress release and I could take out all the unhappiness on her. I informed her I was married, though she knew that, and she indicated my wife would probably not mind said yoga instructor taking care of me because it's what needed to be done and I was solving everyone else's problems before my own.

I appreciated the sentiment. She said she'd be happy to help do whatever needed because I took care of her and the staff and the members for so long and so well and no one else needed to know.

I came this close ... and I mean hair-breadth ... to taking her up on it.

I didn't. I'm glad in hindsight and it's maybe not a fuck I should have had but it certainly was one I could have had.