By all current standards of sexiness and beauty, she didn't qualify. If you would describe her to someone looking for fuck buddy, they wouldn't jump at the opportunity to meet her. She had a nice personality and a warm smile. Some would say she had solid sense of humor and a warm way with children. All the perfect qualifications for a woman you wanted to baby sit your children, or, perhaps hang out with at a tailgating party. If you passed her on the street, she wouldn't make you crane your neck or give you thoughts of throwing her up against the wall and screwing her.
Yet it was happening to her regularly.
She hadn't felt this desirable in years even though she was married, and had been having sex on a semi-regular basis. It wasn't mind blowing or adventurous, but it wasn't supposed to be after 22 years of being together. It was comforting. It was a means to an end. She and her husband would orgasm, roll over and go to sleep. No complaints. No cheers. Their marriage was a dog balancing on one leg, and they knew it. They didn't fight. They worked well together as a family unit, but not as husband and wife. They barely touched nor spoke. Nor did anything alone, aside from the sex, that didn't involve raising the kids. It was a traditional and old fashioned marriage that way.
Until she decided she wanted to have a slice of happy.
It was a nice lunch on a pleasant early summer afternoon. She and her co-worker gossiped, traded war stories, and complained about their romantic partners. As the waitress hovered near by to offer them the check and the laughter died out, she fiddled with her straw and gave him a half-hearted smile. Her stomach was in knots. She wanted to ask him something, but was afraid of the answer. "Hey," she began with a demure giggle and felt her mouth turn dry. "How much of a future do you see see yourself having with this new woman?" That wasn't what she wanted to ask, but it was enough. Depending on his answer, she would go further.
"I don't," he laughed. "She's crazy." He pulled a twenty dollar bill out of the billfold and she slipped a ten across the table. She resisted grabbing his hand.
As they exited the restaurant and began walking back to the office, she stopped and scrubbed a hand across her mouth and began to speak. "Listen, I have to ask you a question but I'm a little scared. Either it's going to really mess up our friendship or give us a good laugh or..." She trailed off and he smiled at her encouragingly. They walked a few more steps before she blurted it out. "I want to have sex with you."
"Really?" He stopped and stared at her. His expression was unreadable and the sun was blinding her eyes a little bit. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before beginning again.
"I'd like to have sex with you. Once or twice or, you know, whatever..." She twirled her fingers in the air. "If you want to do it with me, I mean." She grinned hard.
"I thought about it."
