I woke to the early morning sun streaming through the windows casting its light on the empty spot in the bed. James left in the wee hours of the morning for a day-long fishing trip he had planned. Normally I would have joined but this morning was our quarterly budget review at the office. Who the hell holds meetings on a Saturday morning? I guess four times a year isn’t bad, but still, it’s Saturday, ugh!
I pushed my frustration out of my mind and let my thoughts drift back to last night with James. Part of me was excited he was ready to start trying for kids again. We were actively trying up until his father had passed away, then it was put on the back burner while we dealt with that. I didn’t blame him at all for being less than attentive the last six months, but it was nice I was starting to get my husband back. For all the happiness and excitement I was feeling, I equally felt dread and guilt. He deserved better than a wife who was cheating on him. I was an addict. An addict who was addicted to another man and loved them both too much to quit either.
Deciding there was nothing I could do about the situation right now, I decided it was best I just get up and go about my day. I rolled out of bed stretching as I went, being careful not to disturb the sleeping dog near my feet. As I walked down the stairs, I could smell the familiar aroma of coffee.
‘How sweet,’ I thought to myself. James set the Keurig to have a fresh cup waiting for me when I woke up. That man knew me so well. Sure enough, I walked into my kitchen to find a still-hot cup of fresh coffee waiting for me. I grabbed my phone off the charger and checked my emails while I sipped my drink. To my delight, I had an email from upper management. Today’s meeting had been postponed.
‘Well isn’t this an unexpected surprise,’ I thought to myself. ‘Looks like I will be spending my day relaxing poolside and soaking up this gorgeous weather.’ I quickly texted James to let him know I wasn’t going to the office after all today and bound upstairs to change into my bikini.
I loved the way our yard was set up, with a six-foot privacy fence enclosing the back yard it was like our own private little world. The neighbors on both sides had single-story ranch style homes so I didn’t have to worry about any peeping Toms looking down on me from an upstairs window should I choose to skinny dip, which I often did. Stretched out on my lawn chair I was reading my favorite trashy romance novel and enjoying the warmth of the day. Things were starting to heat up between the characters in the book and it brought about flashbacks to my escapade with Adam in the park.
Feeling aroused and liberated, I removed my bikini top. I slowly caressed my bare, mango sized breasts as I read. Soon the words on the page wouldn’t process. All my brain could think about was Adam. His icy eyes, his broad shoulders, those adept and nimble hands, that talented tongue, and of course his glorious member. I put the book down and reached for my vibrator. I had brought it out anticipating I would need some release at some point while I read. I clicked it on and set to low. I teased myself through the outside of my swim bottoms with it while I continued to caress my nipples with my free hand.
I closed my eyes and returned my thoughts to the park, wishing my fingers were Adam’s. I slipped the toy inside the swimsuit and ran it along my moistened slit, opening myself up ever so slightly. I ran it up higher and buzzed my throbbing clit with it. My free hand left my breast and grabbed at the crease at the top of my thigh. I bent my flexible wand and inserted it into myself, pushing it up to my g-spot. Cupping my toy against me, it strummed my clit and g-spot simultaneously.
Knowing I was close to the edge and no reason to slow things down, I clicked the vibrations up a notch. That did the trick and my orgasm came crashing down over me. A torrid of images ran through my mind, all memories of Adam and our various escapades; the swing, the park bench, his wife’s car, that time in the tent as teenagers, the irresistible heat between us any time he was near, the earth-shattering orgasms I only seemed to have with him. All of it melded into my brain in a wave ecstatic passion, each image vibrant and distinct yet morphing seamlessly into the next.
“Oh, Adam!” I softly cried out in my ecstasy as I rode out the wave of my orgasm.
“Oh really now?” Said a voice from behind me. I snapped my eyes open.
