I’m not going to tell you exactly who she was. Not here, maybe in private I’ll confess that part.
But we were amateur business partners in a way. Ok, we owned two houses jointly. She did all the work and I could get the finance approved. The benefits of being older I guess. She was younger and full of energy. I had got into business with her reluctantly but she just knew how to persuade me, knew what buttons to push. I just couldn’t say no to her. I sometimes wondered if my wife was ever suspicious?
‘What are you doing later?’ the text read. That thrill of a message from her. The open question, leaving room for the imagination to stir.
‘We need to sign the deeds can you come over?’ The imagination stirring even more. An innocent reason to be invited over to hers one morning.
‘I’m tired after my shift, I’ll leave them on the kitchen table. I’m going to bed. I’ll leave my back door open’.
It was that last one that got me. Was she teasing me? Was it my imagination? She definitely knew what that phrase actually meant. She was funny and filthy. Was she toying with me? Was I imagining it.
So, there I am. Walking around to the courtyard, opening the kitchen door. The stairs in the small house just there as I opened the door. Her bedroom directly at the top of the stairs. Alone in her home, the two of us.
I’m not going to lie, I did imagine what she might be wearing or not wearing in bed.
Then I looked up the stairs.
Her bedroom door was wide open.
Was she awake? Was she touching? A daring game. Had she woken up horny. Teasing herself knowing the door would open. Was she lay on her bed legs spread, imagining my married mouth.
Sometimes the imagination is incredible. Right now I’m imagining she’s reading this and has worked out it’s about her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zd4w4y/was_it_just_my_imagination_mf