As I stood in the shower dreaming of Josh, I ran my hands over my body trying to recapture the feeling of Josh touching me, to no avail.
Just then I heard my husband's voice asking, "How was your day?" That broke my trance and brought me back to reality. Disappointed, I finished my shower, and went about my daily routine of making dinner, cleaning up, and killing time sitting with hubby watching TV until it was time to go to bed.
After my husband's favorite show was over, he went up to the bedroom and I cleaned up a few things turned out the lights and headed upstairs to join him.
Once upstairs I went through my nightly routine in the bathroom and crawled into bed next to hubby. I gave him a kiss good night, rolled over, turned off the light and rested my head to the soft pillow. My husband had other intentions. He snuggled up behind me and started kissing my neck, I knew exactly what he was after, and all I could think about was "What should I do?"
"Do I deny him and risk him questioning, or do I let him have me and risk him finding me already filled up and a little looser than normal?"
I reluctantly rolled over, hiding my exasperations as I watched him prime himself for what he thinks will be another spectacular performance on his part. I could barely keep my eyes from rolling all the way back as he drew out the condom from its usual place in the night stand.
Not even assertive enough to do it himself, I peeled off my thong and spread for him as he held the baggy condom against his crotch and positioned himself between my legs.
He slipped in with the predictable missionary and I thanked god he uses lubricated condoms, because I definitely was not excited enough for him to enter me otherwise. My husband started pumping himself in and out, as I closed my eyes and tried to fantasize that it was Josh. It was useless, it wasn't even remotely close. My husband was passionless; no foreplay, no size, it was a matter of going through the motions for me.
So I just laid there and did my wifely duty knowing that it would soon be over. My husband increased his pace, I knew he was close to climaxing, so I did what I have done quite often to make my husband feel like a stud: I faked an orgasm. It worked liked a charm and soon his red face tensed up and I barely felt that familiar soft, weak throbbing inside.
He collapsed on top of me giving me a quick peck, " I love you; thank you." he whispered softly as he tried to catch his breath. He then lifted himself off of me and went to the bathroom to clean up, I rolled over and dozed off.
As the morning sun hit my face, I rolled awake stretching and yawned. My husband hearing that I was awake came over gave me a kiss on the cheek before headed out for work. I laid in bed pondering my schedule for the day. Hearing my son hurrying around the house before the front door slammed shut, thinking to myself that he was probably running late for work at the golf course.
The only thing that was on my mind was, where and when was I going to see Josh again? There was no way I was going to be satisfied with the sex I was going to continue getting from my husband. I had made up my mind already, this affair I was having with Josh was going to continue, no matter what!
Once at work, I couldn't resist, so I sent a text to Josh, just something simple, "Hey", he quickly responded "Hey good looking. how is your day?" Excited to be chatting with my young lover I couldn't help but my smile to myself as I responded, "Better now that I am talking to you."
We continued texting and flirting back and forth for a while until I got to the point where I figured if he wasn't going to ask, I would.
"I need you, when can I have you again?"
"Need you too, but have class and work." I was highly disappointed but I understood. Over the next week, Josh and I texted and talked, but just couldn't get our schedules to work out.
Saturday soon rolled around, and I stopped by the mall to pick up a gift while running errands. I passed a store I use to love shopping at, but haven't been able to enjoy in years: Victoria's Secret.
Normally, my underwear are typically inexpensive and bland. So I decided to indulge myself, and take a look around, I caught myself wondering what Josh would enjoy me in. After browsing around the store for a bit, the salesgirl, probably in her early 20's, asked if she could help.