My running buddy

We had a family wedding last weekend and, as I danced with my sister-in-law, I was absolutely amazed that we have kept our secret for almost twenty years now. Julie and I had an affair that lasted just short of five years and only ended about a year after she remarried. I’ve never told anyone, and I assume that she hasn’t either. I remember driving home after the first time and thinking that I had just destroyed my life after having sex with my wife’s sister.

I was a runner in high school and continued running until well into my forties. In 2003, my wife’s sister, Julie, had just gone through a divorce and took up running. It was at my wife’s suggestion that we start running together. Julie lived on the opposite side of town, and it was a fifty-minute drive, so we only ran together on every other weekend when her ex-husband had their kids. First, Julie would make the drive to our house, and we would go for a short run. But Julie wanted to run a marathon and as the length of our training runs increased, we started meeting at her place as there was a four-thousand-acre wooded park not far from her.

By the summer of 2004, our runs had increased in duration to almost two hours. We talked a lot on our long runs. Julie had not started dating again and we grew to get really close emotionally. After our long runs, we would typically shower and then go out to eat together before I drove home. My wife was supportive as she knew that her sister needed me as a friend. What she didn’t know was that her sister wanted me for more than just a friend. Julie has always been more outgoing, and I didn’t think much of it when she would change clothes in front of me. I was a bit taken back the first time I saw her completely naked. I will always remember it. She came out of the shower with just a towel around her. We were discussing where we were going to eat, and she dropped the towel and continued talking as she dressed, as if that were normal. However, over time, I grew accustomed seeing her naked and just enjoyed the view.

It was a hot day in mid-September 2004. We had gone for a twelve-mile run and we were back at her apartment. Typically, Julie would shower first, but this time she insisted that I go first. I had just adjusted the temperature and she climbed in the shower with me. I had already been fighting my attraction for her but had kept it under control as she was my wife’s sister, and any sexual interaction between us was taboo. Julie was obviously willing to cross that line. I should have resisted. Julie put some body wash on her hands and began to wash the hair on my chest. I just stood there and let her. She moved her hands lower and washed my penis which reacted accordingly. I responded by soaping my hands and washing her breasts as she went from washing to actively stroking me. We were both overly stimulated and any thought of the impropriety of what we were about to do went down the drain with the soap suds. I will always remember our first kiss. I had been resisting my lust for her and now, like long smoldering embers in a tinder box, the fire once released was intensely consuming.

It was awkward fucking while standing in the shower and we lost our balance and tore the shower curtain from its hooks while trying to maintain our balance. Somehow, we managed to fall to the floor without badly injuring ourselves although I did burse my arm on the toilet. We laughed as we lay on the wet tile. Julie reached up and turned off the water. She climbed on top of me, and she fucked me on the wet floor. Perhaps it was the knowledge that I was feasting on forbidden fruit, but I was unable to reach orgasm, something that she enjoyed immensely. She stated that she had not had intercourse in almost two years, and she needed this. Julie was very complementary that I was lasting so long. I was just amazed that she wanted me and proud that I could please her. Eventually we toweled off and moved to her bed. We fucked for almost an hour and in every conceivable position. I was only able to complete my part when I jacked off on her breasts.

We were not able to go to dinner that evening because we had used all our time in bed. Unable to shower because of the missing curtain, I washed in the sink. I grabbed bite to eat in a drive through on the way home. I explained the bruise to my wife as I fell while running in the woods. I couldn’t sleep that night thinking that I just destroyed my life after having sex with my wife’s sister and that there was no way that we were going to keep this hidden. I could only sleep when I swore to myself that I was not going to repeat that mistake. But, we ran together two weeks later and there was no fighting what we had started.

Our affair lasted just short of five years. I am not sure how we were able to keep our attraction so hidden or that no one, except for their mother, suspected anything even after Julie and I would travel overnight together to out-of-town races. My mother-in-law was incredulous that my wife allowed Julie and I to stay unchaperoned in the same hotel room. But my wife insisted that it was ok with her.

Our affair only ended about a year after she remarried. He was not a big fan of how close we were. As Julie and I danced together at the wedding last weekend, I could still feel the passion I have for her. I mouthed to her that I love her. She leaned towards me and whispered back that we will always be lovers.

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