The affair began one day with a conversation on the Internet. We had met in one of those sites that specialize in married people. The site was for those that were unhappy, or at least unfulfilled in their personnel or sexual life as they sought someone else to fill the needs they had.
My story was one of loneliness. My wife left for long periods of time, going to exotic places. I stayed at home with the kids and the laundry. When my wife was at home, sex wasn't part of the equation much anymore. After 20 plus years, two kids, and menopause about to happen, the feelings of sexuality got left behind the feelings of exhaustion. She didn't notice the neglect she was giving me; only that I rarely touched her anymore, which seemed fine most of the time.
The woman I met was just as lonely, just as isolated. She rarely got a touch, a kiss, or a hug from her husband, He usually was asleep by the time she came to bed. Most of the time it was the alcohol he drank each night, and then when they did make love, it was over before she even got stimulated it seemed. After awhile, she thought why bother at all.
We began to talk via email. I was interested in her, and she seemed interested in me. I wanted to meet right away, but she held off until she was sure I wasn't a pervert that would do something strange or worse, harmful to her if we met.
The day arrived for us to meet. She dressed in a plain shirt, and jeans, with little makeup. She didn't know why, but she felt maybe it was safer that way, not to look too anxious or sexual. I was nervous and couldn't sleep the night before. I arrived at the McDonald's a half hour early. I'd gotten out at least twice to go piss, hoping I'd get back to the truck before she came. We had agreed to meet inside so each of us could not see what the other drove. I told her I would sit in the first booth on the right as you walk in the door.
It was time. I got out of the truck, and locked the door. I was so nervous, I did not notice I left the keys in the ignition with the engine running.
I walked in the door, and turned right. There was a woman sitting in the booth. I wondered, 'Is it her?" Maybe, but she was a little different than the picture she had sent me. In the pictures, she had on a summer dress, more makeup and looked a little younger. I walked over to the booth.
"Hello there" she said, "I'm Molly and held out her hand."
I sat down in the booth across from her. The conversation was strained at first, but we managed to laugh at each other's joke or two, and finally I asked,
"Would you like to go for a walk? There's a park right down the street!"
Molly agreed, and we went out to my truck, forgetting the agreement we had not to know what the other drove. I noticed the door locked, and the engine running, and looked at her kind of embarrassed. I told her I was nervous, and Molly smiled at my honesty. I opened the door with my spare key, and before I could say anything, she was beside me.
Molly said, "Can I sit next to you?" as she moved her hand to my wrist, almost touching my crotch.
