Where or how in the twenty-first century do we define the rules of love, sexuality, and friendships?
Living a monogamous life since the day of my marriage I was confronted with a new reality. My life's partner has made an emotional connection to another... in the virtual world. A strange new reality. When I found out my first question was. Why had she done this? Followed by... What else has she done that I've been clueless about?
One thing for sure was her wild deviance added new depths to our lives. I'm still trying to decide if this new taste of living is sweet or bitter. I'm finding that because of her indiscretion we're talking more. Learning to love again, and renewing the physical side of our life with a wild abandon. I felt broken when I realized that the thought of my lady being physical with some other man excited me?
Humor aside I have found that the changes have created a thousand new questions. Especially since this is completely new territory for the two of us. The biggest questions have become... Where does infidelity occur? Is it when the act is physical or when your partner makes an emotional connection? Could it be that a virtual affair is little different than looking at porn? As innocent as a fantasy born from the words of a racy romance novel?
All these conflicts were making me crazy. Having been down this road I will tell you now that her virtual affair blurred the lines of how I defined trust.
I'll never forget the first time I realized what she was doing. Looking backward from that epiphany I saw in hindsight all the early clues I had missed. She'd leave the room heading downstairs to the study for a "smoke" and spend hours away. When she would come back, she would be visibly flushed. I'm sure I had been in deep denial. It took a sledge hammer to clue me in.
That sledge hammer led us to the most intense sexual collisions of our lives. It started after one of her 'smoking sessions'. She came back to our bedroom and found me on my laptop.
The blush in her cheeks and the intensity of her eyes was something I hadn't seen in years. She moved the computer from my lap and climbed onto the bed. Before I knew it, she was all over me. Never in our time together had she ever been this aggressive. Of course, as any male would do, I did not question my luck and responded.
She was driven. Her hands tore at my clothes. Her lips drove into mine and her hands were in my lap. No warm up, no seduction it was clear she wanted it, no demanded it. Her intensity had me hard almost instantly.
My hands filled themselves with her breasts and then went to her shirt. I don't remember releasing any of the buttons but I do remember seeing her tits swelled and filling her bra. She was wearing the sexiest little bra I had never seen before. It was a flattering shade of red, lacy, soft, sheer, and best of all her nipples were clearly visible. The tips were hard little points and the area above her boobs had a rosy hue. That was a clear sign to her level of arousal.
My fingers pinched those points with too much enthusiasm. I expected her to complain about the force of my touch but instead she moaned. The depth of that sound sent bolts throughout my body. As much as she had to have me, I too needed her. One hand left her boob spun and traveled down. There were no seductive caresses, only, a mad rush to her pussy. The second my fingers touched her pussy was my moment of comprehension.
She was already WET... Insanely, intoxicatingly, gloriously wet!
