I am lying here on my own in my bed, thinking about the times we have spent together. Those were stolen moments when my husband has thought I was shopping, or on some sort of errand and your wife assumed you were working. Never enough time, never enough time to spend looking, feeling, touching, tasting, listening: always aware that we were limited, had to return to our normal, everyday boring lives of work, family and responsibility, of pressure and bills.
But what we would do in that time....passion and excitement...using our senses to explore each other; losing one another in each others' bodies, loving and laughing.
Meeting you in a quiet corner of the countryside for a quick urgent fuck, bending me over the bonnet of the car, or on the back seat, thrusting your cock into my pussy, quickly, hard. Spending the afternoon on a blanket in the sunshine; taking our time to explore with our hands, fingers, our lips and tongues.
And now you are on a business trip to Italy...without me....how am I going to make it through the next 3 weeks without seeing you? How am I going to endure my husband's fumbled advances? We have been together for so long that there is no passion, no surprises, no tenderness, and no consideration. When was the last time my husband bothered to take the time to make me cum?
I can count on one hand the times in our 18 year marriage that he has made me cum. He is a good, kind man but no good with sex. Is it my fault? Maybe.
