It’s only been a week since my secret date with James. But it was so wild an afternoon that I couldn’t forget the hot sex we had… I want to do it again! And again… and again… and again… So when he sent me a text message, asking if I wanted to meet up with him again for some coffee, I happily accepted and replied to his message: “With extra cream, please.” Well, he wants a naughty wife, then he gets a naughty wife, right?
I can tell it wasn’t his first time to have a love affair behind wife as he seemed prepared for everything already: how to communicate, where to meet, how to meet, WHEN to meet and most importantly, who to meet: lonely wives desperate for some fun and loving. Curiously, I was only feeling so much regret with what I’m doing behind my husband: I simply stuck to my mind that I still love Trevor. It’s all physical with James—the emotional part may only be the horniness I feel and get to satisfy when we’re together. Then it makes sense to me, I may be a cheating wife but I am also a woman with needs. If my husband whom I still love won’t satisfy my needs, then having an extramarital affair with my ex couldn’t be that bad. For all I know, my husband could be having his own secret affair with some blond from work himself…
Hanging out with James fills in part of the void in me as a neglected wife. I had planned to resort to adult online dating, but I’m not yet ready to go out with total strangers especially if it’s only for a short time. So those adult personals can wait a little more before I start dating any of them. Besides, I think going out with Trevor is a good practice before I go on discreet affairs with people I just met through those internet dating services. But maybe only the how-to’s of extramarital affairs: The sex will surely be different should I spend time with another guy after James.
Right now, I’m enjoying my time with James. His jokes still make me laugh. His stories still amaze me. I also appreciate his attention to my stories, even if they involve a few rants about my life as a housewife… Although I’m willing to bet the part about me being a cheating housewife going down on him in some remote motel turns him on as much as it turns me on. We flirt like we were a decade younger, we share stories like excited kids, and we enjoy hot sex like matured adults—an almost perfect mutual companionship I’ve been looking for.
