Thank you for reading. I hope this keeps your attention; it's a bit different than my normal writing. As always, feedback is widely appreciated and constructive criticism is greatly welcome. Again, thank you for reading.
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Ten years ago, Joseph had come into my life. We married four years into our relationship. He was never the perfect man, nor did he ever make any attempt to keep me by his side. He never ensured my well being; he never offered the tenderness that I would crave for so many long nights on end.
Not long into the marriage, and not much to my surprise, I found evidence of infidelity. It didn't hurt, but I did feel spiteful.
Later that night, his father and I began talking. We ended up sleeping together, and had been ever since. The first time was six years ago, and we have since had two beautiful children together; two gorgeous girls.
A few years ago, we had to relocate due to career-related choices. We were only a few hours away from family, but it was startlingly difficult to move away from Lance. Of course, we would call the other every other day or so. It wasn't the same as feeling his body against mine . . .
However, this weekend was going to be different. Although Joseph would be working most days, Lance was spending the two days with the kids and I. Our kids.
Right now, they were fighting a nap. However, 'grandpa' was reading them a bedtime story while I watch from the doorway. His green eyes find mine as the girls fight over who would sit in his lap.
"Girls, please. There's room for you both," he says kindly, and they both snuggle into him. The sight is heartwarming; although nobody knew the truth but Lance and I.
Minutes later, we're kissing the girls goodnight and tucking them into bed. Although there's still some grumbling, they lay down groggily. Carefully, I close the door behind me and face Lance.
"They're growing too fast for me," he murmurs in a sad way, and I look up at him painfully. Slowly, his hands rest on my hips as he brings me closer.
"I try to send you pictures as often as I can," I say as his mouth brushes against mine. Joseph wasn't due home for a few hours, at least. "I'm sorry it's not the same."
"Don't be. Although . . . sometimes I wish you would send me more pictures of you . . ." he says quietly, his hands riding up my shirt. Instantly, we're kissing in a hurried, intense frenzy. His shirt is taken off, revealing well-sculpted abs for a fifty-four year old man. When I strip off his pants, the awaiting bulge beneath his boxers was impressive.
"We've been trying for another baby," I say, looking into his eyes. Lance looks at me, then sits up to pull me into a long, passionate kiss.
"I can help," he whispers into my ear, and I shout in pleasure as his cock slips inside. I know I'm wet for him; I can feel my arousal between my thighs. "You're so ready . . ."
"Only for you," I gasp as he buries himself deep within me; shouting as he moves aggressively. "Fuck me, Lance. Please . . . I need this."
"Here," he grasps me to his body and we switch positions. "I want to be in control."
"You always do," I grin up at him as he kisses me. He shoves his cock roughly into my awaiting depths, and I moan in my pleasure. With quick, short movements, I know this won't last long. He's too eager . . . as am I. I buck against him impatiently; my own climax is quickly approaching.
"You're so fucking tight . . . I'm so close," he growls, shoving his impressive length into me for a final thrust. "Sooooophiiiieeeee," he moans my name as I come against his cock.
"Lance, oh baby," we kiss passionately as he empties himself into my awaiting warmth.
For some time, he holds me against his body. His softening member threatened to slip out, but he pushes his hips closer to my own wetness. It's tender . . . and it's honestly the most real relationship in my life. What Lance and I had developed over the years . . . it was different than what Joseph and I had.
However, of course we were both complicated. We were both married to another . . . and I know he felt much worse than I did about our affair. Meredith and I had never gotten along, whereas Lance and I were always close, even before our intimacy.
