I'm not quite sure what you're asking? Are you asking why we think it's okay to do it? Or how we managed the practicalities of it? Or how you should respond to the husband when you see him?
I guess I was way too ambiguous with that first posting. 'Sorry about that.
I'm not concerned about the practicalities. We've only hooked up when it's been totally convenient to do so in a discreet way. And it's not like we have sex every day; we don't even have sex every month. We're not "lovers," as we don't make love, we just have sex. Really good sex. Neither of us are operating with any illusions of it being anything else.
I'm also not concerned about how to handle the situaution with her husband, as I crossed that bridge a while ago. It's a bit uncomfortable at the times when we're together, but we really don't socialize too much. He's a nice enough guy and all, but he's always been pretty much just somebody who lives in the neighborhood to me--outside of my trysts with his wife. I albsolutely don't plan on walking up to him and telling him about the mornings and afternoons I've spent pleasuring his partner.
What I am concerned about has to do with my own conscience. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have posted anything in the first place. I've been fucking this very hot woman on occaision, partly because, well, she's very hot: both in appearance, as well as in her carnal appetite. She's one of the best sex partners that I've ever experienced. She's a very petite woman who really gets off in an absolutely animalistic way on my not at all petite cock. And I love it. Yet she is married.
Normally, I don't go there. But I did this time, and have been doing so for a while now. I know that I haven't ever initiated a liason with her; it's always been her first move. I know that with her and I it's just fucking (OK, sucking, jacking, and a few other sundry activities); our hearts have never really been involved, and likely never will be. I also truly believe that if she wasn't sleeping with me on the side, there'd be another guy. Hell, there probably IS another guy as well.
But I still feel, not quite "guilt," but more a sense that what I'm doing is wrong. Wrong and knowing I still want to go back for more. I don't quite feel sleazy about this, but maybe that's just a product of my own rationalization. Dealing with THAT is what I was asking about. Have any of you dealt with that feeling, in a similar circumstance? And if so, what did you do about it? I guess this is what they mean by "cognitive dissonance."