Introduction

Admitting that I am the 'other woman' is not an easy thing to do. I grew up in a Christian home, and I have attended church my whole life. I have even gone to Bible College and worked at a church for many years.

Yet, I find myself sleeping with a married man.

I first met Jacob when my husband (an abuser) and I were separated a couple of years ago. I became friends with him and his wife very quickly and easily. We hit it off... well, at least Jacob and I hit it off...

I knew from our first few times of hanging out that he was different, special, unique - like someone I had never known before. The way he emanated love for those around him hit me in a place and in a way I had never known before. His words and actions shook the very core of my being.

Our friendship grew as we spoke on the phone, nearly once a day. We lived miles from each other, but our hearts were very close. He taught me much, and we shared on deep levels.

Just under a year after meeting Jacob, my husband and I and our children moved to the town Jacob lived in. We still talked about a lot of things, this time it was done more in person. With each week, our hugs would become more intimate. We would sit and stare into each other's eyes, while rubbing each others thighs. We would hold hands and feel the connection between us, oh so clearly.

After the final separation from my abusive husband, Jacob and I finally admitted there was something more, and we kissed passionately, while standing in my kitchen. I knew things could and would never be the same.

Since it was summer and both our families went away, our talks over the internet and sometimes the phone became more and more intimate and intense. We wanted to be in each other's arms so much that we planned a rondezvous. During our 21 hours together, we spend 20 of those hours in bed. We made love like I didn't even know was possible. We didn't have intercourse, but we loved and caressed each other's bodies all night long. It was a night that neither of us will ever forget. When our magical time was over, we went our separate physical ways, but we knew our emotions would never be separate again.

A couple of weeks later we were both back at home, and we needed physical contact. We met each other in the woods and kissed each other and touched each other passionately. We knew we could no longer survive without the touch of the other.

Finding time to be together was often difficult. But, we cherished any and every moment we spent together. We talked openly about the consequences of the decisions we were making, and how what we were doing would affect the people in our lives. We talked through feelings and emotions of having to hide our love for one another, but decided it is the best thing to do until we can make more concrete plans to be together.

One night, about 3.5 months after our summer rondezvous, we talked it through and made the decision to go 'all the way'. Jacob was only the second man I had ever let penetrate me, and it was a time I will never forget. He fit inside me perfectly. The moment he slid gently and slowly inside me, I began to cry - tears of intense pleasure and knowledge that this man loves me to the depths. We had just become ONE FLESH.