I'm Dianne and I'm 48 years old. I have been married to my husband Dan for 22 years. I would describe our live as typical working class family, 2 kids in high school, minivan, and we both work. I have been described at a stereotypical Soccer Mom.
I have always liked the life we have together even though the passion between Dan and I has been nonexistent for a long time. That's what happens when you have a family, everyone under appreciates you. Most of my friends live the same life and they seem to be okay with it. In Dan's defense, I've never been wild in the bedroom. I have always enjoyed sex but I would say that I have never been exposed to anything but normal, basic sex and wouldn't know how to "spice it up" if I tried.
Dan works hard and most days and spends his nights drinking his beer and watching sports. Some nights he comes to bed and others he sleeps on the couch. There have been nights where the beer has gotten the best of him and he comes to bed and is very aggressive sexually. I have enjoyed those experiences but he doesn't usually remember the next day.
The sex had been dwindling for the past 5 years and more importantly all the emotional availability has gone with it. I have gotten lonely during this time but I hide that loneliness from everyone. It got to a point where I started reading "Platonic Friends" posts online. The reason I was reading platonic is because I just missed having someone to talk to about everything and nothing.
After reading these posts I decided to email this one guy who said he was missing the same things I was. I emailed him with a simple "Hello" and told him I understood what he was talking about and going through. I also said that I wouldn't be interested in meeting but would like someone to email, text, and talk on the phone with.
To my surprise, I got an email back from that said... "Hi Dianne, thank you for emailing me. My name Bill and I am 32 years old, not married, and no kids. I work about 12 hours a day most days and was in a relationship for 10 years until recently. I don't have time to date because of my long work hours but miss just having someone to listen to me and to listen to. So, I realize I am younger and we have a lot of differences but I think we could give each other that missing piece in our lives. Attached is picture of me so you know I'm a real person. Hope to hear back from you!"
I emailed him back and I got to be honest, he was perfect for what I was missing in my life. We emailed back and forth all day talking about how people nowadays suck. How all people want to do is be mean and lie. I hadn't realized that we had been messaging until 11 o'clock and I passed out waiting for him to respond to my last email asking if he wanted to text instead of emailing.
When I woke up the next morning I couldn't get to my phone quick enough to see if he emailed me. I was so disappointed there was no response. I went through my day at work checking my email every five minutes. Every time I checked and saw nothing I couldn't help feeling disappointed. Finally, I checked one last time before I got in my car to drive home and yet again there was nothing, my heart sank.
I went home and fell right back into my boring routine and was in a mood. Dan complained about his day and my response was "I really don't care, you're not the only one who HAD A BAD DAY! GET OVER IT, I DON'T CARE!"
Dan looked at me and asked "What the Fuck is your problem?"
We didn't speak to each for the rest of the night.
At seven I went to the bedroom and forgot I had left my phone in there to charge. Bill had sent 3 emails asking for my number and he had sent his. My mood was suddenly gone and I texted him asking "What happened to you, are you ok?"
He texted me back saying "Awe you missed me?"
"Yes, I did actually LOL."
"Sorry, I passed out and woke up late, can't use phone at work"
"No problem, just don't let it happen again!" I texted back jokingly.
We texted back and forth again until we both passed out.
Bill and I texted and talked every day for months. When I needed him he always seemed to be there for me. I tried to do the same for him but I had kids and a husband to tend to along with working a full-time job. Bill was so good at understanding my responsibilities and not getting frustrated with me.
My birthday was coming up and Bill suggested we meet so he could do "Something nice for you on your B-Day. Someone should be doing something nice for you." We had been talking and texting for close to nine months now and we had become close friends. I told him I would try and work on seeing if I could find an excuse to get out of the house.
I told Dan that I was planning on going out with friends the Saturday before my birthday and that I would be out late. Dan gave the "Okay, doesn't matter to me." Shocking, why would he care? He doesn't care what I do, that's why I didn't even feel bad for not telling him the friend was a guy. Who am I kidding, that wouldn't have bothered him either.
I told Bill that we could go out on that Saturday but that I didn't want it to be local. I was worried that people would see me and get the wrong idea. I wasn't happy with my husband but I didn't want people to think I was having an affair on him either. Bill and I had grown into just being friends who were there for each other. Plus, he was 33 and a really good looking guy. Why would he want the married mother of two, with everything sagging, frumpy looking, minivan driving, 48 soon to be 49-year-old?
Bill suggested we cross over the state line so I could have a good time and celebrate my birthday with no worries. Once again, I thought "What a sweet guy, he always seems to understand and do what's best for me."
Saturday came and we agreed to meet at restaurant at six. The anticipation was getting to me, I couldn't get there fast enough. I showed up at 530 and looked around when a waiter came to me and said "Your table is over here, follow me."
Bill jumped up and gave me a big hug "Hey Gorgeous, I'm so happy we finally get to meet and hangout."
"ME TOO! You look great how long have you been here?"
"About 20 minutes, I had to go into work for a little bit so I came right here because I knew I'd be tired if I went home. I ended up renting a hotel room for the night so I don't have to drive back. Got to be honest, I'm hoping to celebrate and get real drunk so I don't want to have to drive."
We both started laughing and I told him "I think I'll get drunk too. You only turn 49 once!"
We started ordering drinks, then after a few we decided to order dinner. The conversation with him was easy as usual. We didn't look like a couple though and a waitress must have thought I was some old woman trying to pick him up because she kept coming to the table asking him "Do you need or want anything else?" I didn't take offence to her obvious flirting with him, he is a good-looking guy.
We moved to bar and the drinks and time just flew by. The bartender announced "Last call" and we both just looked at each and laughed.
Bill asked me "You know you're not going to be able to drive, right? At least not till you sober up."
I told him "I didn't even think about that. I was just having such a good time I didn't even realize what time it was or what I was going to do when it was time to go. I never get out so I haven't had to plan around this. What am I going to do now?" I legitimately hadn't thought this through and was thinking I'm screwed because I can't drive home and it's not like I can leave my minivan and call a cab, I'm in another state.
Bill said "Well, you could come and hang out in the hotel room until you sober up enough to get home. I don't think there's anything else you can do. Thankfully one of us thought ahead."
"Yes, thankfully one of us did. Let's get to your hotel so you can make me some coffee."
So, when we got to the hotel we continued to just talk and have a good time. I laid down on one end of the bed and he was at the other end. Bill ended up rubbing my feet and asked "Is it okay that I do this and does it feel good?"
"It feels good, it's okay, and I approve so rub away. This is the best birthday I've had in I don't know how long. I just don't know how to thank you for everything you do for me."
"Just relax and be happy. That's how you can thank me."
So, I did. Who am I to argue with someone who is giving me an amazing foot massage.
After a few minutes, Bill's hand started to move up my leg. I didn't think anything about it at the time besides the fact that it felt good. Until that moment I hadn't thought about the fact that I was wearing a long skirt, but it was still a skirt. He wasn't trying anything sexual with me though, why would he I'm an old soccer mom. I just laid there and continued to let him rub his way up my legs.
Bill asked "Are you OK?"
"Yes, are you OK?"
"Yes, I am actually" then he sat up and opened my legs and kneeled between them and said "Are you going to be okay if my hands keep moving up?"
"What do you mean? What are you saying?"
