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S-ual tension with my married neighbour, but I live with my BF


My long-term boyfriend (10+ years) and I just moved to a new estate recently. Everyone in our apartment complex is extremely nice, and we all hang out together at nights. I’m 31, my boyfriend is 33.

So one of our new neighbours [who is in his 40’s(H)] and I recently discovered that we’re extremely attracted to each other. His wife was on holidays back to Malaysia to visit her family during this period.

Here’s the story:

Upon meeting H, my BF (P) and I thought he seemed like a really nice, friendly guy. I also thought he was attractive, but didn’t really pay much attention, as I love P. So one night, P and his friend invited us to go out to to drink since restrictions were off.

I volunteered as to drive home, so I remained sober while P got really drunk. When we got home P goes inside and passes out. But I wasn’t tired so I stayed up with Z. We had a couple of drinks. One thing led to another and before I know it, I’m pretty tipsy, and the sun is about to come up. So Z and I are sitting (alone) in the balcony watching the sunrise and having a few laughs.


This is when a bunch of birds came outside being loud. So Z and I went into his room and sat on the bed with the aircon on.

We’re both still feeling the effects of alcohol, and are pretty tired, so when I mentioned my leg wouldn’t stop shaking, and when he then put his hand it, I didn’t tell him not to.

Part of me hoped it was innocent and didn’t want to make a fool of myself. But then he kept his hand there, began squeezing and very effectively turned me on. At this point I stood up, leaned over and kissed him.

Really just as a “thank you for the compliment, but I can’t do this”. There was a brief moment of close contact as he stood up, where I had to again struggle to step away saying that P was too good to me and that doing anything with Z would be selfish. Unfortunately, the flesh was willing and we had what I can say was the best S in my life. After that we had a smoke and while standing up, he pulled me back into his house where he kissed the back of my neck, put his hands on my stomach while saying really S things in my ear and even reached down the front of my jeans for a moment before I could pull myself away.

At this point I told him that I couldn’t do anything with him, and that I needed to just go to bed. So I walked back over to my place, and went to sleep. The next night however, P and I walked out on the corridor for a smoke and Z was already outside. P, not knowing anything about what went on, sat down and started a conversation with them.


Time goes by and after partying a little too much again, P decides to go to bed again. Z and I talk, make sure we’re both cool with each other, and try to enjoy the rest of the night as friends. However, it didn’t take long for me to start thinking about what had happened, and for him to be just drunk enough to whisper something really S when no one else could hear.

I went to bed just to keep me away from temptation.

We both agree that it would be a terrible idea to sleep together again. And I honestly love P with all my heart. My body just can’t stop feeling Z’s hands, or smelling his scent, and hearing his whispers. I can’t stop thinking about how his hands and lips felt eager to touch every bit of my skin.

P is awesome in bed, but likes S less often than I do, and we’re just so…comfortable with each other. Z felt new and dangerous. I can’t keep from feeling excitement when I think about him. It doesn’t help that I have known P since we were bunk mates in BMT and we have been through thick and thin and also H’s wife will be devastated if she finds out about us.

How can I get him out of my head? Or would I be able to live with myself if I slept with him again?

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