Since my wife died, I've reconnected with my sexuality. I've realised that my fantasies are actually available to me, not just something I live out through porn. And when I met Sophie, I discovered there's been a sexual revolution going on and I'd been missing out. In the early days, Sophie would wake me up in the middle of the night to have sex and we'd whisper fantasies to each other.
This goes beyond sexuality, in situations such as new parenthood or taking on mentorship roles, but I'll stay in my lane. You enjoyed yourself. You had fun. Consider what qualms or drawbacks might be underneath the fact that your role in the encounter was at odds with your concept of your identity. If there aren't any, I'd say proceed. If there are, weigh them.
