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Click hereThe day dragged on. But it was Sunday, a family day. For once my family was not where I wanted to be. What was I going to do? I couldn't go on much longer like this. Sooner or later something had to give. I had kept people at bay until now, but how many headaches can one have? How many business outings on a Monday and a Friday can one have?
A week ago I had been naked in Jim's bed enjoying the best sex of my life. It had been quite a week. My first week with Jim in my life. A week with my whole body, heart and mind in shock. The week had been one of the longest that I could remember and yet it had gone by in a rush because so much was going on. The question was "what to do?" Oh God, what was I going to do? I was tired, only two to three hours sleep every day for the last week. This is not good for someone who needs to think clearly, for someone who needs to make life changing decisions, decisions that would affect the lives of those around me. For the first time in my life I knew that I needed to take a sleeping pill.
How did I let this happen? My life had been what most women yearn for. I was not looking for anything so why did I feel this way? Had I already made the decision that was going to affect the lives of those close to me? Perhaps I had. Wow, the more I thought about it the more I realized that I had made the decision when I decided to take off my slacks and panties a week ago. If that was the case, which I was now beginning to realize, then what I did next was even more important.
How could such a simple and innocent event create such havoc? It was a simple innocent outing with my girlfriend for a drink.
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This so over the top, it's actually quite hilarious (but, unfortunately, not very erotic). Looking forward to the next chapter.
She is trapped by her kids and husband who has done nothing but love her. Divorce and let her have the kids. See how that suits her.
Obviously, this is a woman's fantasy story.
I would not pay any attention to the commenters' negativity.
It is what women want. I wrote a book about it. There is no doubt about what women want, only it differs from woman to woman, but only in form, not in substance.
If she jumped in front of a bus, her family would be better off.
It makes the story less than compelling, as there's no tension other than the wife conspiring to get her fix.