Bad Decisions Come Home To Roost

 Yesterday was my birthday, and as it turned out,  the married guy Charlie, wanted to take me to lunch for said event. Lunch was great, and I had a lot of fun just being with him, but things didn't turn out the way I wanted them to. We went back to my place and we were both ready for action. We went after it, hot and heavy in the kitchen, kissing, touching, caressing, feeling, and exploring. After some time, it was time for the main event so we went up to the bedroom, and things kinda unraveled from there. We stood in front of the mirror, me in front of him, semi-clothed, as he kissed, caressed, and told me who much he liked looking at me. Such an ego boost! I told him I wanted him to suck me, so he sat on the bed and I put my cock in his mouth. Unfortunately, this did not have the desired effect on me, and I knew why. I told him to come lay down with me, and as he did I grabbed him really tightly and began to cry. I finally had to reconcile my feelings with reality. I told him how much I enjoyed spending time with him, how much I was going to miss him, and that he meant more to me than just a fuck buddy. He agreed we were more than just fuck buds and he was going to miss me as well. When we were downstairs, I'd told him that if we'd met in college, we'd be married today. His response was a tepid, "Maybe" but that didn't bother me. It bothers me that I developed feelings for this guy, knowing all along he has a wife and is moving. I thought I could control my feelings and emotions, but I was unable. We stayed on the bed, talking, me crying sometimes, kissing, rubbing, hugging, and holding each other. We stayed this way for quite some time, about 45 minutes, when he decided he wanted to go workout. We came downstairs, and he asked if I could make coffee. I said sure, and he asked for iced coffee. I don't keep ice in my freezer, so we went out for a coffee and spent another hour talking about all types of things. I told him I wanted to go to the FIFA Fan Fest here, since it's a once a lifetime event, and he said he'd been wanting to go. So, compounding the bad decision, we're now going to FanFest together the first week in July. I really have thing for this guy, and I don't know what to do about it.