Reviving Passion with Her Husband: How Fantasizing About a Coworker Changed Everything for Gaëlle

Having taught at a middle school for 30 years, I encountered someone who completely unsettled my life. About six months ago, I was heading to a meeting to find out who would be the co-principal of my eighth-grade class, as the person originally designated had been absent since the start of the school year. I was eager to meet my “partner”.

I have been with my husband for 25 years, and I never thought of being unfaithful. Of course, I wished he found me more “desirable,” but hey, after so many years, you can’t expect too much! We made love occasionally, and that was enough for me. At least, that’s how I felt… Until I locked eyes with the physical education teacher who was patiently waiting in a classroom. I felt something in my stomach, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“It was the Most Powerful Orgasm of My Life”

I can’t recall a single word from that conversation. I was like I was drugged! Unable to steady my thoughts, I tried to hide my confusion, but it was utterly futile! As we left the room, walking shoulder to shoulder, unable to pull away from each other, I was clearly in a state of arousal, but fortunately for me, my workday was over and I could go home. For the first time in my life, at 50, I masturbated and had an orgasm. So intense. It was probably the most powerful orgasm of my life. The next day, I ordered a vibrator!

Initially, it was quite intense. We exchanged more and more glances, often found ourselves eating together in the cafeteria. Then came the fall break, which somewhat cleared my head. I love my husband deeply, and I certainly did not want to hurt him. So I distanced myself from my colleague. And it was then, without really deciding to, I started sleeping with my husband again. I think I transferred my desire for my colleague onto him. Or maybe it was that “getting started” with masturbation that reignited my desire to make love. In any case, I rediscovered my libido. And the facts are there: whenever my colleague looks at me a bit too long, I find myself wanting to sleep with my husband! They’re like a team, one heats me up and the other plays the game. Without being unfaithful…

At least physically. Because I must admit that sometimes I think about my colleague when I’m making love with my husband. And it makes me feel quite guilty; it feels a bit like I’m cheating on him in those moments. Fortunately, it comes in waves and then it goes away. It might even be related to my menopause! Whatever the case, I must admit that since I started making love weekly or almost, I am happier, less stressed, and it has been tremendously beneficial for my marriage. So if we’re keeping score, I think this imaginary infidelity is worth the small lapse in honesty.