We did not get much sleep
that night. I was pleasantly suprised, and so was she. We had great sexual chemistry. There was no wild kinky off the wall or hanging from the ceiling fan, but it was good. Given that I was cautious of the "rules" that we had set up, I let her lead the way. I must admit, however, that I had some performance anxiety. It was probably brought on by the realization of what I was about to do and then ultimately did. Oh well, guess it happens to the best of us (or worse as your particular view point may be).
I woke up the next morning in bed next to the first woman since I had been married. I was for certain that this was for real. I felt that I was in love. After a repeat performance we both showered and got dressed. The rest of the day was not terribly exciting. We talked and I helped her do some handy work that all new houses seem to need.
I finally talked to my wife at around 1:00 pm. I must say that what I failed to mention was that I was not able to get through to her the night before. This fueled my paranoia. I checked my voice mails that morning and had a worrying message. When I finally got through, I found that it was our dog that had made her night miserable and that the phone had been placed off the hook. I was relieved, but the strain was starting to show.
Before I left I asked my "girlfriend" if she wanted to see me again. The answer was, "yes of course!" I really didn't want to leave. I could have stayed all week and never left. I kept putting it off until I could do it no longer. We walked outside and kissed and hugged goodbye for what seemed like an eternity. She asked me to call when I was pulling down my street at home so that she knew I was safe. I promised that I would.
She watched me walk to my car and looked after me until I pulled out. I can still see her standing there. It is something I will never forget. I did not know then that it was last time that would ever see her.
11:02:46 PM 
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