I was giddy the whole next day. Work flew by with me mostly daydreaming about last night and thinking about if and what I should do as a second act. I didn’t feel like cooking, so we ordered out. I knew Danny wouldn’t care and I have been on a streak of cooking, so my kids wouldn’t care either.
After dinner, Danny found his way to his seat and decided that getting up was too strenuous, so he brought four cans in beer coozies. The kids cleared the table and went to their rooms to do whatever they do. I did the dishes and went back to the bedroom. I had about 30 minutes to come up with some sort of thing to be doing when Jay walked by. I went through my lingerie in the closet and nothing stood out. I finally decided on an old rarely used silk robe.
I threw a red scarf over the light and waited. The room was dim and I was getting anxious. I walked over to the other side of the room and locked the door. When I came back, I glanced out the window and saw the bouncing headlamp. As soon as he got behind our backyard, I waived and watched it flicker then go dark. I tugged at the belt of the robe and it opened. My erect nipples held onto the last bit of cloth until I gave it a slight tug and exposed my breasts. I dropped my arms and the robe rolled off of my shoulders to the floor. My fingers rolled my nipples between them and then I gave them a tug. I slowly turned to the bed, bent over, and spread my legs. My hand slid between my legs and spread my pussy lips. I stood there, exposed for a few seconds before standing up and walking to the window. I waved again and saw the headlamp flicker and begin to bounce down the trail as I closed the blind.
I hadn’t masturbated two straight days in a long time. I showered and used the massager on my pussy after warming it up with my fingers. After my shower, I got lotioned up and put on some PJ’s and checked in on Danny. He had just used the bathroom and reloaded the coozies. I stood beside him and watched the TV for a brief second as I thought of the evenings events, before kissing him on the head and going to bed. I laid there in bed thinking of what had transpired over the past two days. I had a giddy feeling building inside of me that I hadn’t felt in years. I briefly contemplated masturbating for a second time. As my hand slid into my PJ bottoms and over my bush, I realized I need to get waxed and the thought of that killed any mood.
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