Pre Meeting
OK, here's the e-mail we talked about, we will not discuss this in any way before that day, we'll just do what we planned. You asked me to send you this to explain what I want, after all the arguments I would have thought you knew. With our intimate life occurring once every two or three months and then being just a quickie, (it seems like when we do have sex it's just we get in bed and you say "want to fool around" of course I do, we get naked, I play with you a little and you stroke me a little, in it goes and two minutes later we're done). I realize thirty years of marriage will tend to make things stale but I'm just not satisfied and it can't be satisfying for you!
How come you don't remember the times, like when you kidnapped me to that adults only hotel in Hartford, you were dressed like an expensive whore, I can still recall the matching panties, bra, garter and nylons (no panty hose) they were all a tan color, I think they are still in your underwear drawer. And with the slit up the side of your dress, I could barely keep my hands off you at dinner. The room had a giant bed and an oversized whirlpool, but when you suggested I go get some porn movies from the front desk I nearly blew my load. What a night I think we did everything, everywhere in the room, the bed, the whirlpool, it was a night any husband would remember.
Or how about the night we went to that little bar in Providence, you had on that pink business suit I like so much, you usually wear a blouse under the jacket but left that off just for me and the little see through bra, I know you get no support from it but it allowed me to slide a finger into your jacket near the lapel and play with your nipples right at the bar. And the panties with the loose leg holes gave me access to that sweet pussy of yours. I know you liked it from your breathing and by how wet you were when I slipped a finger in you.
Knowing the voyeur I am, did you make up the story about the man looking in the window watching me play with your nipples and pussy, if you did make it up it worked. I hope there were no video cameras in the hallway when we left; I had your dress up so high your ass was showing and you actually let me finger your pussy and asshole right there up against the window of the office across from the bar. I hope we can make another memory like those!