Aftermath

He seemed so pleased to be back with us he reminded me of the old Josh, radiating happiness and self-confidence, cheerful and making jokes about things.

After three lonely nights without him I was happy to have him in bed with me again. We had a nice cuddle and it was time for what I had come to call Josh's quickie. He climbed on, I'd moistened up in anticipation, and he went into me. I didn't expect much from it except the satisfaction of pleasing Josh. After a while I found myself warming up, actually enjoying him inside me. From there I found that sweet pressure kind of building up inside me. Oh Josh, don't come just yet, wait for me, I thought.

I came in a glorious orgasm that was so much the better because I hadn't had one lately. Josh kept going and I had another and another until it was one continuous orgasm that I hadn't had since the early days of our marriage. It was so beautiful. Eventually he came too and I felt his semen on my cervix. I had to suppress my screams of delight in case I woke up the kids.

I held on to Josh to keep him inside me for as long as I could. Eventually he dropped out of me and I released him. "Thank you Josh, that was wonderful," I told him.

"Thank you, Carol."

We both fell asleep.

Next morning I was feeling great for the first time in ages as I drove in to my mornings only job. I was so pleased that my man was back to his normal wonderful self and everything felt right with my life. I wondered what had happened to set him right again.

What could have effected such a miracle cure to restore Josh's self-confidence like that?

Suddenly it dawned on me. I suppressed my initial surge of rage and decided if that's what it had taken then so be it. I was the beneficiary of it. I stopped in the company car park and uttered a silent prayer asking the Almighty to bless the unknown woman who had helped Josh to recover his self-confidence. "But just don't let the bitch do it again. Amen"