Shayna thought Brad would be furious, in a rage, ready to end their relationship.
The fact that he wasn't truly puzzled Shayna. She sat, wrapped in his arms, sniffling slightly after her confession. She had thought he'd be angry, thought he would want to end things, but neither of those things happened. He just seemed to take it all simply in stride.
Shayna was very happy that she had dressed for hot "make-up" sex in the hope that things could be worked out. It now seemed very likely that she'd be using the hot outfit. Under her favorite pin-stripe business suit, she wore a very hot bustier. It was satin, with lace at the top, black and tight. Her breasts were pushed high and accentuated, it pinched, but it was a delightful ache that made her lust after her man. Her man. The thought brought a brief smile to her lips as she turned back to Brad.
"Shayna, hon, don't you know how special you are to me?," Brad asked her. She responded, with a sniffle and a nod.
"We aren't exclusive hun, are we?" Shayna shook her head.
"Do you want to be?"
That particular question took Shayna by surprise. She had never felt a passion as strong as when she was with this man. She loved him, she was now sure of that. Her heart pumped faster every time she saw him and was pretty sure Brad felt the same way. Her answer came as a complete surprise to her.
"No."
Shayna looked at Brad with love. "I had a bad marriage. I was hurt. I love you very much and I think you feel the same way. But I want to play a bit - be naughty, have some fun! I need to be free and be a little trashy - I want, so very much, to be trashy with you most of the time love - but not all of it! I need to sort out who I am? Can you understand?"
Brad leaned in and pulled Shayna's face to his, kissing her soft lips and staring intently into her sparkling eyes. "I love you very much! I will tell you that when we are in our 70's. I will always love you. You are my love, but yes, if you need to play, my angel, then play! Just remember, I might play too!"