June 27, 2006

I feel wonderful! I’ve been waiting for that, wanting that for a long time now. We’ve known each other for a year. It’s our 1st anniversary, friend-iversary I told him. A celebration of sorts.

My husband has known for awhile that I wished for a time I could play alone with my special friend. He liked the times we were all together so much that he hesitated. We respected his wishes and never did anything inappropriate when just the two of us met…only dinners, movies and stuff. Sex was always reserved for when my husband was present. This time was different. He let us meet alone to celebrate. He was working and the kids were away. I had the house to myself so that’s where we met.

I wore an outfit I knew he liked, a sexy little black minidress that zipped all the way down the front. I paired it with black spike-heeled boots. My hair was done in a Tawni Kittaen, wild, untamed way. I heard him drive in and walked over to meet him at the door. I opened it as he was walking up.

He smiled. The biggest smile I had ever seen on his face up until that point and I just melted inside. His eyes sparkled like the glint of sun hitting the very top of a wave and bouncing off. He was happy. I don’t know if it was because he was happy to see me, because I wore an outfit he liked or because we were getting some special alone time we had waited for, finally. He stepped in the door and before I could even close it he took me in his arms and kissed me. He had never done that before, made the first move.

I started thinking of how lonely his life must be. He didn’t have a girlfriend. Most of the time he had sex was in groups of three. He rarely ever got time to be alone, one on one, with a woman. This was special. This was a gift my husband had given to both of us.

I led him to the bedroom. We didn’t have a lot of time so we didn’t waste it. I laid down on the bed and he didn’t hesitate to climb right between my legs. He unzipped my dress. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and that discovery brought a different kind of smile to his lips, a evil badboy grin. He kissed a line down my body where the zipper had just been. I wiggled my arms out of the dress and remembering what he always says…it would look better on the floor…I threw it there. I left my boots on.

He didn’t waste any time getting just as naked as I was and settled down right back between my legs, arms around my back, lips on mine. I heard a little, “mmm,” and I responded in kind. It was a deliciously mmm feeling being alone after all this time. It was different than being watched or being in between the two of them. There was an intimacy that we had only had in brief moments before. I ran my hands down his body and just enjoyed every inch.

He’s got an interesting combination of boyish charm and manly animal magnetism. There’s something about his chest that drives me wild. I normally don’t like a lot of chest hair but his is sexy beyond words. Feeling his chest against mine, I just closed my eyes and sighed.

We took things slow at first, just kissing and touching in a way we didn’t before. It was more like making love than just fucking. We stopped part way into it as we both remembered our promise. My husband wanted some pictures. That was the agreement we made. We could be alone if we took pictures. So he grabbed the camera. We took a few, then laid it back on the beside table so we could get back to enjoying each other.

He let me cuddle him for awhile afterwards. I need that body contact after sex while I come down off the high. He never lets me cuddle long, though. He feels that’s too emotional and we’re just friends. We can’t do all those couple things, holding hands and cuddling, but he lets me have a little of that.

When he was ready to leave he gave me a very light kiss on the lips, again something friends do. He’s emotionally open to me only during sex. Then he closes off again. It saddens me. I wish I could give him more of me. I wish I could love him. I can’t. I’m married.

I watch him drive away then return to the bedroom where we had just made love. I gently slide my hand down the sheets remembering. I lie down where we were and close my eyes. I can still feel him, smell him. I don’t want my husband to come home. I just want to live in this moment for awhile longer. When he comes home he’ll want to hear about it while he makes love to me. We always talk about things after…while having sex. It used to really turn me on but this time…I just want to breathe.

Just me…Marissa

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