Saved from a soak­ing but not sex guilt

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Dear Krys­tal, I GOT caught in a storm the other day and did some­thing that nor­mally I’d never dream of do­ing.

As a mid­dle-aged woman I’ve long known not to ac­cept lifts from strangers, but it was such aw­ful weather that when a pleas­ant-look­ing young man pulled over in a big, comfy car, I jumped in grate­fully.

To cut a long story short, we got talk­ing and it seems he took a fancy to me.

And when he asked me to pop into his flat to dry off and have a drink, I went.

A whisky or two later and I was in bed with him, clutch­ing his firm young but­tocks as he rode me.

All the wor­ries I had over my body left me as he lapped up ev­ery inch with a lusty hunger that I’d long for­got­ten men could have.

I gave back ev­ery bit as much as he gave, and it was a plea­sure to see his cli­max. It was great but af­ter we’d dressed, kissed and he’d given me a lift I felt guilty when I got home to my old hubby.

Did I do wrong?

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