When we were a lot younger, still struggling with 'making our places in the world', and in love, but 'busy', Julie was feeling pretty neglected. My hours were long, six days a week. Julie's were long with 3 young daughters, seven days a week. Now, still happily married, having a more than acceptable sexual relationship with each other, Julie for some reason felt she had to tell me about happenings when we were in our fifth year of marriage. To hear her tell it...
Honey, you remember when Hank was soon to be married to Jeanne after dating her for three years, living together for two. He began coming on to me when we would get together for dinner with them, but always when you and Jeanne were in the kitchen or in other ways both out of sight. At first it was just smiles and brief hugs and talk of wanting a last fling. It developed further when Hank's territory was changed to include our town and Hank spent Wednesday's canvassing for new business. You remember, honey, that we would joke that Wednesday's meant coffee for Hank at 9:30 sharp for a few months? Well, I have to confess to you now that coffee and donuts were not all that Hank and I shared on one of those mornings.
The weekly visits coincided with nap time for the girls. (I'm sure I let him know the timing, or maybe I just made the timing coincide with his visits??) At first we would have coffee and a snack, talk about how I was so very lonely with you being gone most waking hours and how the girls were so much work at their age, two in diapers, nursing the youngest, trying to remain sane while feeling like a prisoner in our own home. It just wasn't easy to pack up three little ones and go out to do anything other than shop for baby food. Besides, money was tight in those days and where would I go?
Hank so soooo very understanding. Of course, honey, I now realize that he wanted me so very badly, as a last hurrah, that he would have pretended to be understanding even if I was a raving lunatic. You remember what he looked like back then; tall, lean, blonde, handsome in a weird sort of way, and muscular.
I knew he was muscular between his legs too, as I had seen the outline of his semi-hard cock in his jeans one night after he had hugged me for longer than just 'hello'. I began to make sure I was made up and nicely dressed in a revealing top every Wednesday. Because I was nursing, a bra was mandatory, but I made sure I wore the sexiest one I had even though my nursing bras were more comfortable.
Those mornings began to be the highlight of my week, as I was relishing the attention, the compliments, the understanding and caring that you were not providing. Yes, sometimes I even thought I might be falling in love with Hank! Then I would come to my senses, realize that he and Jeanne were months away from marriage, and get back to reality that he wanted a fling and I wanted attention. I even started fantasizing while masturbating, sometimes while nursing the baby, (you and I were rarely 'making love'; at best we were getting each other off by mutual masturbation, a quick fuck, and goodnight sweetheart), that Hank was nursing on my swollen breasts. I came so hard when thinking about that. My normal 34 B cups were 36 C or maybe D by this time, the nipples Β½" while nursing, the areola their normal silver dollar size. Usually a light pink, the nursing mom's were now a medium brown and you commented that you liked them better a light pink (like there was something I could do about that).
I think it was a warm September morning when Hank's arrival was unusual. He was in slacks and Polo, not his usual business suit. Huh I asked? He just laughed and said that his company's golf outing was that afternoon, and that he was just taking the morning off. What better way he said to spend a few hours prior to golf, than seeing his favorite mommy.