“Austin, could you come here a sec?”
If there’s one thing that breaks up this monotony, flirting with Austin should do it. Austin’s an intern with my husband’s company. Cliche, right? Let me explain: My husbands pretty high up in a big, important company, yada yada yada. We’ve been together for twenty-three years, since we were sixteen. Been married the last eleven. We were high school sweethearts. He was my first, I his, and we’ve been together ever since. Around four years ago, my husband had his big break – after ten years at a certain company in the Bay, he’d been moved up to an executive position, and we’ve been loving life in Los Gatos ever since.
I love my husband – he’s the hardest working, sexiest man I know, don’t get me wrong. But at the same time, I’m thirty-nine years old. I’ve always been a bit of a freak. Over the years, my husband and I have dabbled in swinging a little bit, some exhibitionism, domination, things like that. I definitely can’t say that our sex life is boring. Still, I just want…*more,* you know?