Monday Meeting
Sunday
After everything that happened Saturday, I made plans to meet Josh here at the house on Monday morning. I was still pissed off over what David told Angie's husband about the kitchen incident. That morning as I made breakfast, David walked in cheerfully.
"You sure do make the best breakfasts." He said.
"Thanks, dear" I said with a hint of sarcasm. "I would hate to hear that I'm not any good at it."
I gave him a cold stair, he didn't even flinch. He just kept eating.
Asshole.
So the rest of the day was business as usual; we went to church, David took us to the movies, we had dinner and everyone pretty much relaxed.
Everyone except for me, that is.
I was mentally preparing myself for my meeting with Josh the next day.
It was all rather confusing to me.
Confusing? I should say it was very scary to me.
I have never cheated on my marriage before and it's been a long time since I've been on date with a guy; I'd never met a man for sex before.
I think that was the scary part; that and the person I was meeting for sex was my best friend's son.
Part of me wanted to call the whole thing off. But another part of me was telling me..
"No, you deserve this."
It felt selfish in my reasoning but there was something inside me that wanted to feel some happiness. I wanted to feel wanted, desired.
Josh admitted that he thought about me; that was flattering.
Kinda hot, actually.
I wanted to look pleasing to him. There was so much to do, shaving my legs, grooming down there, plucking my eyebrows. Should I wear my glasses or contacts? Makeup or no makeup?
What should I wear? All my clothes were the frumpy Mom style you see in those mail order catalogues and my dresses weren't very flattering. Having thought of it, a lot of them looked like the upholstery for my parents' living room set.
I did a quick search on the internet for ideas.
I typed in "Sexy Outfit Looks".
I got a lot of pictures of younger women, some in mini-skirts and short dresses that looked a little, well, not me.
He said he liked women who were mature.
I typed in "Sexy Older Women".
Again, wrong.
There were lots of pictures of busty older women who looked like men eating cougars.
Wait, was that what I was? Is that what I've become? A cougar?
That was a hard thought to accept.
I mean, I guess, if anything, I was a..Milf?
I'd always thought that was such a derogatory term, but now that the term applied to me...
That's also...kinda hot.
I tried one more search. "Sexy Mom Looks."
That was a little better.
There were some good ideas. Stuff I could work with.
I went about my usual Sunday night routine, getting laundry done, making the kids lunches, making sure their homework was finished while having to break up the occasional fight between them.
When I signed the kids up for karate classes, I thought it would be fun exercise for them and help them learn to defend themselves if they ever needed it. I didn't expect the constant punching and kicking between them. Though I have to admit, my daughter Shawna can hold her own against her older brother.
I heard my phone buzz.
New Message: Josh
Josh: Looking forward to tomorrow. I can't wait to see you.
I replied:
"Me too, kiddo."
For a brief moment, I wondered if I was doing the right thing. There were so many reasons why I shouldn't. With all the problems David and I were having, was it worth losing everything I have? My kids and possibly my best friend?
I looked outside to see David on his phone. As much as he had given me in this marriage, he wasn't the same man I had fell in love with years ago. We had both gotten older and things have changed between us. Neither of us was satisfied with each other. It was obvious. I just wanted to feel a small piece of happiness in my life.
That night as I was in the shower, I thought about Josh. His strong body, his boyish smile. Parts of my dream came flooding back to me. I began touching myself again as the warm water tricked down my body. I began touching my breasts, slightly pinching my nipples as I rubbed my pussy firmly.
With all the reasons why I shouldn't do this, part of me wanted it.
Monday
It was a typical morning in my household. Scrambling to get the kids up, dressed and fed. David took the kids to school leaving me to my day. He didn't even ask me what I had going on that day. We hardly spoke at all that morning.
I called off work saying my youngest was sick and I had to take her to the doctors.
It was a little unsettling to me how easy this was all happening.
The house was quiet.
I had to get ready.
I decided to go with the casual look. I put on a pair of my skinny jeans, with a t-shirt and my long cardigan.
I went with a natural look to my makeup with a little more accent on the eyes and lips. Nothing too heavy, but a little more than usual. I decided to keep my hair down.
As I put my glasses on, I looked at myself in the mirror I thought I looked rather nice. It was simple, comfortable yet still attractive. I noticed my hands were shaking.
I still had time to call the whole thing off.
I took a deep breath, walked into the kitchen and made some tea.
I tried to clear my mind.
Everything seemed like it was in slow motion. I sat at the dining room table waiting.
I checked my phone. It was five after ten.
Any minute now, Josh would be at my front door.
Would I be able to go through with it?
I started thinking of all the times when he was little. How he was a sweet little kid. How he always held my hand, how he always cuddled up to me.
Suddenly, the door bell rang.
My heart started racing.
I got up and went to the front door.
My hands were shaking as I reached for the door knob.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened it.
He stood there straight with that cute smile of his. He was dressed in a pair of dress slacks and a dressy polo that hung nicely on his broad shoulders and chest. His hair was combed with a bit of gel in it. He looked very handsome.
"Hi, Sam." He said.
"Hi, kiddo." I said smiling.
I opened the door and invited him in.
"You look very nice." I said.
"Thanks. I told my Mom I was going job searching today." He said smiling.
I took a full look at him. Everything I remembered about him in the past was gone. He wasn't that little boy anymore; he was a sexy looking young man with well defined muscles in his arms and chest. He stood confidently looking at me.
"You look nice too." He said. "Did you do something with your hair?"
"I just thought I'd wear it down today." I said as I brushed my hair around my ear.
"I like it."
"Thanks, kiddo." I said smiling.
We both stood there admiring each other. . I could feel he was as nervous as I was.
"Maybe we should sit." I suggested. "Can I get you anything? Water? A soda?"
"No, thank you. I'm fine."
He is always very polite.
He sat at the head of the table next to me.
"Josh, I just want to start by saying that this is something very new for me. I'm not the type of woman who normally cheats on my marriage. Lately, David and I have been having problems and we've been growing distant from each other. But please, understand that I am a married woman with a family so, I can't stress enough how this has to stay between us."
"I understand." He said.
"You didn't tell anyone about what I did at the party the other night, did you?"
He shook his head.
"You didn't tell your friends or anything like that?"
"No." he said. "I never liked hearing guys brag about sex. I always thought that something like that should be kept private. I always thought it was immature. Sometimes I even think that they're just lying."
He hesitated.
"Um, the other night at my party" he said cautiously. "David and my Dad were talking. He was telling my Dad about something you did."
"That fucking asshole." I thought.
"It made me uncomfortable hearing it. He sounded like the guys on the team, acting like he was some guy entitled to what was happening."
I was so embarrassed.
"What else did he say?" I said angrily.
"Well, that's the thing about it. He said something about you and when he did I just dismissed it. I couldn't believe someone would say something like that about you. I wanted to punch him but I walked away instead."
That surprised me. Josh is a strong looking young man but David easily has a hundred pounds more on him and is taller.
"Why did you want to punch him?"
"Honestly? I was angry at him." He said looking me straight in the eye. "Normally, I would if someone ever said something that disrespectful about you or my Mom. I mean, this man is married to such a pretty, caring woman. Why would any man talk that way about his own wife? It's not right."
It seems silly thinking about it, but I never had a man who was willing to defend my honor. I didn't think guys did that sort of thing anymore.
"You think I'm pretty?" I asked.
"Yes, very much."
It touched me hearing that from him.
"Josh, tell me something. The other night, you said you had thought about me... sometimes. How long have you been... thinking... about me?"
His face began to turn red when he looked away.
"A very long time." He confessed.
I smiled at how adorable he was acting.
"How long? I want to know." I said.
