My current fiancé and I started seeing each other while we were engaged to other people. My last relationship turned into an open one as it was dying. While my future fiancée Karen certainly wasn't, she was in a dedicated relationship. So at that point we hadn't seen each other in a long time and somehow ran into each other at the end of the first Avengers movie.
I have a pretty messed up sex life. In addition to a long-term fuck buddy, I’ve had several side flings. All unprotected sex, with some pretty bad consequences. These stories are true.
I got off work and read an e-mail from a guy I had been chatting with about teaming up to double team wanting women. We had never actually spoke, and the only clue I had to what he looked was a fuzzy, sunglass adorned, "ice-man" look-alike, only less angular.
For starters--yes, I am a terrible person. Let's get that out of the way. I'm scum. I am married and I fucked my friend's girlfriend. Rather than tell you how I feel about it or defend myself or whatever, I will just tell you what happened.
