She was a Canadian Episcopalian. Blonde, tall and blue eyed. Her length at times made here look severe. Married, her husband was sinking into a quagmire of depression that he wasn’t going to climb out of.
And so she started looking. Having run a small business, she knew how make a plan, go over the existing exigencies of her family and proceeded to interview men who responded to her ad.
She had to stop taking applicants when it reached a hundred and with due diligence, she whittled the crowed field into two. The smart/witty one, the dumb but prodigiously packed one; the dichotomies couldn’t be more clear. She had coffee with both; she found both attractive.
And at age 56, Mrs.Smith was going to embark on every fantasy that had played through her thirty years of married and four kids. She loved her husband and her life she led but it had a tremendous hole in the middle that couldn’t be filled.
She started meeting the men twice a week, sometime times, occasionally four times in a week to have sex. At first she found the sex amazing. She forgot what it was to feel something, anything really and she forgot that she Could feel so very very good if only for a brief moment in time.
And she would go home happy. Kiss her husband on the cheek, cook dinner for the kids and fall asleep and sleep long and hard. She forgot what it was to go to sleep without thinking of the next day, without waking up in the middle of the night to make sure she had everything ready for everyone for the morrow.
And yet, she told me, how ever much sex she got she didn’t feel it was enough. Whatever went into that gaping hole wasn’t enough. She found yet another partner and had even more sex and seriously considered having more than one guy at a time, thinking that if more than one hole of hers was occupied, she might find what she was looking for. But she didn’t and so she talked to me, far away and inaccessible, and soon she was making plans to come down to find me when covid hit.
I wanted to tell her that she wasn’t going to find what she looking for in another guy, because what she was wanting was impossible to fulfill. She was as lost as they came and no matter how many holes she filled, vigorously, extravagantly, decadently nothing would show her a way. She didn’t listen to me. She brought plan tickets when covid hit.
She said I will be down there when this is over…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m7bhun/bio_1_mf_cheat