My sex drive has been down for many years.
Between children, work, a social life and housework, I have no time to spend on being active in bed. And my husband, as much as I love him, has turned into a larger version of himself. I'm not even sure if he can get it up anymore.
Not that I wouldn't want to be swept off my feet. If my husband bothered to romance me then I might be turned on. Hell, if he did the housework, that would might work as well.
But here I am.
In the house of the hottest young thing in the office. Drinking wine.
As Matthew talks, I dream about ravishing his beautiful body. It's perhaps the first time I've thought about sex in years.
We have been out to a work function and it ended early. I was keen to keep drinking and so was he. And when he invited me back to his house, only around the corner from the restaurant, I could not see a problem with that. He is much too young and beautiful to bother trying to seduce me.
Matthew is nice. He is charming, his voice is deep and his smile is so disarming. He stands tall, with broad shoulders and thick arms. If I was twenty years younger, I would throw myself that this well-groomed man.
But I'm not twenty years, so we drink and we laugh. I'm having a great time, laughing and gossiping about our work colleagues.
Then his leg touches mine.
It seems innocent enough, our legs are just gently touching as we sip wine on his couch. I don't pull my leg away and he doesn't pull his away.
But even our legs touching gets me excited. I try to look sexual by biting my bottom lip, staring at him while he laughs about our office manager. There is chemistry between us, an understanding.
He has such dashing eyes, so engaging.
He laughs about our manager and then he places his hand on my knee.
What? What is he doing?
For some reason, I don't pull my leg away. He leaves his hand on my lower thigh as he continues to talk. Wow, I feel so hot.
I notice his hand start to slowly creep up my leg, until it stops at the middle of my thigh. It feels so nice, but my heart rate is racing. My breathing quickens and I start to flush.
He looks at me.
Not towards me or around me but at me. Straight in the eyes. It turns me on more.
He leans forward – what is he doing?
His lips kiss mine.
It instantly sends me into overdrive. His strong hand reaches up and caresses the side of my face.
Wow.
As he continues to kiss me softly, his hand moves back down to thigh and moves up between my legs, up my skirt. I want to stop him. I really want to stop him.
But I can't.
His hand sneaks its way to the top of my thigh, next to my passion. I don't know what to do.
He moves to kissing my neck. Wow. I cannot stop him, he has me sweep away.
He starts to undress me, pulling the jacket from my shoulders. He kisses my collarbone and I suddenly realise that my shirt is gone too. He kisses me back on the lips and I am spinning.
Suddenly, my bra falls off.
Matthew stops and rips his shirt off.
Oh wow.
His amazingly cut body is tanned and smooth. His chest is round and curves just below the nipples. His stomach is flat and toned.
