I didn't go back upstairs that morning. It would have challenged my guilt too much. What I did do was run a bath. And there, in the relaxing warmth of the water, I touched myself.
I did it with the sounds of my neighbour's lovemaking still fresh in my mind. I was no stranger to the solo stuff, I had and still do have a very keen appetite that john occasionally struggles to keep up with.
At that time john was unaware of my 'solo sessions' of which, I used to be ashamed.
The next day my morning routine was overshadowed by excited thoughts of what might happen later. Would he be back?
I hoped that he would because this time I knew what I wanted to do. After sleeping on it I found that the guilt had all but disappeared. Replaced by a creeping, mischievous anticipation that increased as the morning went on.
After John and the boys had left i cleared the breakfast things away and got on with a bit of housework, all the time my mind filled with thoughts of mary......and him.
The previous day, after getting out the bathroom I went back upstairs, curiosity is a powerful thing. I didn't go back in the bedroom, didn't have to, I could hear them from the top of the stairs still going at it.
In fact, he stayed for another 2 hours. Oh it would go quiet now and then and I thought they'd finished. Then off they would go again. It appeared that this young man could not get enough of her.
Around mid morning it was time for my walk.
Going out the back way as usual there was no sign of mary or her new friend. I remembered his car from the other day, a little white peugeot, there was no sign of it in the car park as I walked through and out down the narrow lane that leads to the bridleway.
For the first time that morning I felt doubt begin to creep in and with it, disappointment. I realised, with a little embarrassment, how much I'd been looking forward to this. Shaking my head a little and mumbling to myself as I strolled along
"How sad am I?"
Getting excited about my neighbour's affair. Getting myself all worked up about listening to their antics through the thin bedroom wall while......doing that.
It was true, I was excited and turned on by the prospect.
A lot, apparently.
I could feel the wet spot on my knickers while I walked.
How sad indeed... But so what? I didn't care. It was my secret, I wasn't hurting anyone. And if they put on a show I was going to enjoy it and that was that.
The morning was another beautiful one. A gentle breeze blew through the trees, moving new leaves and creating a wonderful whispering noise.
Up above high in the clear blue sky the larks were up, twittering away happily. Spring is my favourite season, everything coming back to life after the harsh winter. All new and raring to go, getting busy with the business of life.
My usual walk was approximately 3 miles and circular.
That morning was no different. It took about an hour before I found myself walking back through the car park.
