Saturday night, music on, bottle of wine open, as James, my husband, and I get dinner put together. He is the cook, but I at least keep him company and help where I can. And right now I'm cleaning raw chicken, so I would say I am helping a lot. Our kids are sleeping out tonight but we decided to stay in as the weather was not so nice.
My phone makes a buzz indicating I have a new text. My phone sits next to my husband on the counter. He looks at it.
"Sara, you're getting a text from Tyler, who is that?"
"He is a guy I work with, a kid really, I think he is like 25. He text me before asking for another coworkers phone number. He is probably just responding with a thanks."
In my head I knew differently. He was a 25 year old stud I work with. Standing at 6.2 blond surfer boy hair and this cute and sexy face that made his wicked and sexy smile stand out. Oh and he was cut like a soccer player. Just an all around sexy body. And according to rumors around the job, he is a monster in bed.
He has flirted with me at work nothing to extreme as he knows I am married, and am true to my husband. But at 40 years old having a 25 year old stud look at you with lust can really make a girl feel good.
Shit, I knew it was dangerous and reckless and completely insensitive to my husband and our family. But I do get a rush unlike any I ever felt just by a simple text from him like, "Hey I am at Starbucks do you want a coffee, tea or..."
My husbands voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Is that the guy who said he did not think you were a day over 30?"
I forgot my husband heard my talking about that at a friends house one day. I can tell he is trying to be innocent in his question but his radar is up.
"Yes that is him." I answer unsure of what else I should, or need to say.
"You know a 20 something year old kid saying that to you, he wants to get in your pants? I mean I tell you all the time you are sexy as hell. You have to notice a kid saying that to you is him trying to get with that booty?"
My booty. My priced asset by my husband account. I stand at 5.4 nice brown middle of back straight hair. Brown eyes and a nice set of breast. Though over 40 I am still in good shape. My husband tries to remind me every day how beautiful he thinks I am. But he flat out worships my ass. It is on the larger side, but plump and round in all the right places.
Damn how does he come up with shit like this? More so he is right. This kid, as we are calling him does want me.
I look at my husband and respond, "You know your nuts. Not every guy who talks or text me wants to fuck me. You are crazy. Why would a 25 year old good looking guy who can probably hook up at will nowadays want me, a 40 year old married mom of 2?"
"Why? Because you are a sexy as hell 40 year old who does not know it or believe it."
He continues on. "That turns guys on. A woman who we know is sexy but they don't show it or whatever. It makes a guy want to fuck you. It makes us want to be the one to bring that sexual awakening out of you. And as a 20 something kid chatting up the older 40 year old, well to a lot of guys that is a fantasy. To think they can be the one to do it. He probably sees you as a challenge. He knows you're faithful and it is a challenge to make you unfaithful."
My phone beeps 1, 2, 3, more times than 4,5. I look at my husband whose hands are empty at the moment compared to mine with raw chicken on them. It is not uncommon in our house to answer each other's phones when the other is occupied, and I can see that is where this is heading.
I quickly do a mental check in my head. The last text between us was indeed asking for a number I just hope my husband does not scroll up and catch any of the some what flirty texts. Most of the flirty ones are Tyler flirting with me, so I can explain those off, but on occasion I have flirted back, like one time telling him he could not handle a sexy milf like me.
I don't know what got into me on that day I was just excited from having this stud hit on me.
James looks at me and asks, "You want me to read them to you, seems like more than a thanks."
"Sure", I try to casually say. "If not I can check it when I'm done."
He grabs my phone and puts my password in and reads. His face drops some and I immediately panic.
"What's it say? Is everything ok?" I'm still trying to be casual but I think my voice betrayed me.
"The first text was a video from your friend, and a text saying good try last night but I told you, you would not out last me. You know who to call when you want it again."
James looks up at me to read my face, and I'm sure it shows utter shock. I don't know what it's about.
James continues, "The second is him saying omg like 10 times. The third, Sara I'm sorry that was not meant for you. Forth text, unless of course you think you can out last me. The fifth text says, didn't you once say I could not handle a milf like you? Well I think I can. And last but not least enjoy the video, bye sexy girl."
Oh fuck, the optics on this definitely don't look good. I wash my hands ready for James's anger. I'm shocked and nervous for what's to come.
He speaks first, "What the fuck is this? Sara are you cheating on me? He can't handle a milf like you? What the fuck Is that?
I can see the hurt and anger in his face. A Saturday night all alone with me, this is probably not what he was envisioning.
"No of course I'm not." I respond, "Shit James you know I would never do that. I will be truthful with you. This Tyler is a handsome guy and your right, he wants me. It is flattering, a young guy flirting with me and all and every now and again I have flirted back. I'm sorry about that, but I don't really know how to handle some young stud flirting with me."
"I don't want to come off as the cold older woman who won't talk to anyone , yet I don't want to do anything to jeopardize our family. Honestly it is harmless flirting that maybe is getting a little bit more intense and I understand you being angry and pissed but I promise you I'm not cheating."
He let out a sigh and I can tell his head was spinning. "This is fucked up, I don't think you're cheating physically but emotionally I don't know. Can't handle a milf like me. You know how bad I long to her you talk like that to me? To flirt with me like that? I send you a flirty text, you ignore them or answer with a boring, ok or lol."
He continues on and I just listen, "I have tried to share some of my fantasies with you, I get nothing back. No response nothing. I have bought toys you could care less. I have asked you to get some you may want, you don't. Then you are telling some guy he can't handle you. God damn this makes me feel like shit. Is all I want when we have sex is to satisfy you. To make you hot, to make you orgasm. Guess I just need to be 20 something."