The New Chapter
I saw them in the kitchen in the dark with just enough moonlight to know they were naked and enthralled with each other. I came home a day early. They didn’t hear me over the music. In 12 years of marriage I have never seen him so fearless and so present. He was passive with me but here in our dark kitchen with one of my dearest friends, thinking I was 1,000 miles away, he was completely in charge.
When the feeling came back to my legs I tip-toed to the guest bedroom and waited in the unlit room for an idea to come.
I could burst in screaming.
I could quietly leave and never come back.
I could stay in the dark guest room and surprise him in the morning with a heart-stopping confrontation.
I could text him and tell him I knew what they were doing.
I could disappear for the night and calmly ask him about it later.
I could ask to join them.
I wanted to do all of those things.
I heard them trotting up the stairs and tumble into our bed on the other side of the wall. I learned that our walls were thin.
They went quiet and parted ways just before dawn.
I imagined staying in the guestroom indefinitely and dying of starvation only to be found when the stench of my decomposition got his attention. I love eating too much to let that happen. I was entitled at least to a hearty fry up so I took a shower and started the fry up wondering at what point he would realise I was there. He eventually realised.
We had the big talk – many times. Too many times. We’re still married. They still see each other.
Yesterday, the idea I was waiting for in the unlit guestroom finally came to me. I will be using my husband’s credit card to purchase your services on a weekly basis.
Tell me, do you do sensual massage?
How much for the full boyfriend experience?
Are Fridays good for you?