I had been married to Jack for three years when I realized I had no idea who I was married to. My husband was becoming a bum that didn't want to stay employed and preferred for me to work to support him. We had only been living in our new townhouse for about seven months when I decided I could take any more and told him to either go back to work or move out. He chose to leave.
The first time that I met Tim was when I was walking my two dogs around the complex. He lived in the townhouse behind mine and liked to walk with me and talk. Of course some of the talk would be about the problems between Jack and myself. Tim got me to open up and tell him about how unsatisfied I was sexually, and Jack's narrow minded ideas towards sex. And the more that we walked and talked, the more that I became attracted to him.
At first I would ask Tim over for lunch when Jack wasn't around. I would warm up something that I had made the night before, or sometimes just make sandwiches. And there was one time, I don't know what made me do it, when we were standing in the kitchen, I leaned in and kissed Tim. It was just an innocent kiss, a quick little peck on the lips. But I felt it all the way to my soul. It was at the moment that I knew Tim and I would become lovers at some time.
That time would come shortly before I decided to give Jack the ultimatum. He was out of town for the weekend at his mother's. That Friday afternoon when I came home from work, I called Tim and asked him if he wanted to go out for some drinks and something to eat. He anxiously accepted and he walked over to my house where we left for a nearby bar and grill. I had changed into a pair of shorts and a tank-top. It showed quite a bit of cleavage and I felt sexy and daring. After some good food and good drinks, we paid our bill and drove back to my place. My hand was holding his the whole time, and I knew that tonight I wanted him, and I could feel that he wanted me.
Inside, I got two beers from the refrigerator and sat beside Tim on the sofa. With the TV on we watched quietly and drank our beers, feeling the tension between us. As Tim emptied his bottle, he got up to leave. I stood up with him and nervously hugged my body to his. He looked down into my eyes and lowered his face to mine. At first our lips pressed together, not sure how much we dared to continue. Then lips parted and tongues explored, probing, and touching. When the kiss broke, we looked at each other and I could hear my voice asking Tim to stay with me.