I have always considered myself to be a virtuous man, a courteous mate, and a thoughtful lover. But today, I find myself lured to the water by a wicked temptress.
She calls to me, and I cannot resist her. It is like a whisper on the sea air that beckons me to join her, beseeching me to take her and make her my own. Resistance is futile as I am powerless to ignore her charms.
In the past, I have successfully tuned out the seductive pleas of this sorceress. But now, she has caught me at my weakest moment, and I’m lost in her.
Every part of my being vibrates with need when she comes into view. I feel an eerie combination of lust and longing, and I am completely drawn to her. The need for her in that white, flowing gossamer gown that ripples in the breeze is more than a mere mortal such as myself can deny. The very essence of her makes it difficult for me to stay true to the woman to whom I have pledged my oath.
No, this is not the first time this seductress has taunted me. But it may very well be the time that I give in. How can I not?
She turns and practically begs me to follow. How can I refuse?
I look longingly at my wife, who, though still quite beautiful, is too comfortable, too familiar, too… well, it seems repugnant to say she is not exciting enough. It’s not that she doesn’t satisfy my needs. But the exquisite goddess promises to give me more.
I’m embarrassed when my lovely bride of over twenty years catches me looking at the windswept beauty that I pine for. I hang my head, knowing that we’ve discussed this before. Why must I give up one to have the other? Why can’t I have both, the old and the new? Indeed, other men before me have done so.
My heart aches as I see the look of hurt that I have put on my wife’s face. I’m angry at myself for being so obviously lustful that I am causing her great pain. She doesn’t share my desire to bring this bewitching being into our lives, and who can blame her? She knows me too well, and she isn’t wrong. Once my hands caress that white silk, I will be distracted by this seductive new mistress.
The last time I suggested allowing the willowy siren into our lives, I promised to take them both around the world. My sweet red-haired soul mate was crushed. That was not her dream, and she wanted no part of it. So, how can I dare to ask again? Especially when I made certain vows all those years ago, and this was never in the plan.
Sadly, I must choose and, in doing so, deny myself all the untold pleasures this mistress can offer. It shakes me to acknowledge my arousal, so blatantly obvious that my own mate must surely resent me. And yet, I cannot control my longing for an exciting new adventure, though following my dreams will cause me to break this promise I made years ago.
My wife shakes her head, and her eyes well up. She doesn’t understand why she is not enough for me anymore. Honestly, I don’t know why I can’t be satisfied with what I have. All I know is my entire core hums at the thought of being inside this new love.
I look into the blue eyes that have looked back at me since the day I met my soulmate and wonder why my loins crave another. I see disappointment mixed with a hint of anger. But the heart wants what it wants.
I feel like a louse for what I’m about to do. But I’m a man with needs; don’t I have a right to satisfy them however I wish?
When I turn towards the sleek figure that graces the shoreline, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look back to see a single tear roll down my darling’s cheek as she nods reluctantly and surrenders to my desires.
I take her into my arms and thank her for her undying love, and I promise her that I won’t neglect her.
Then I head over to where the seductress sits waiting and hand over obscene amounts of money to the man who currently owns her. Within seconds she is mine!
I motion to my wife to come and join us. She shrugs her shoulders and sighs. Conceding to sharing me was a difficult choice, but she grudgingly agrees to meet the newest love of my life. I hold her hand and together greet this formidable lady that now belongs to me. I grin like a little boy on Christmas morning while she laughs softly at my impish behavior. I make a solemn vow that owning this beautiful vessel won’t cause me to be inattentive to my lovely red-haired wife. She raises her eyebrows skeptically but never lets go of my hand.
I watch for a while as my two ladies get to know one another. After a bit, I throw down the anchor and suggest we christen the boat by taking off our clothes and taking each other with wild abandon. While I make passionate love to my wife, she admits that perhaps owning a sailboat won’t be so terrible after all.
