Mimi and Michael had exchanged a few messages online – some texting, a few pictures, a few stories. It was pretty clear that they had much in common, and had a great connection. They were the same age, both married with kids, both had higher profile jobs, and both had long term dead bedrooms. They were frustrated, sometimes angry. They found in each other that burning fire they both craved. They each felt wanted, sexy, powerful, and it had been a LONG TIME since either felt that way. The learned quite a lot about each other very quickly and the chemistry was undeniable.
Michael had joked with Mimi that he would, pretty much any day, call out sick from work, drive the 3-4 hours to her area, meet her for like 30 minutes, then head back. Mimi brushed it off – after all, she was a beautiful woman and could have meaningless sexual encounters any day of the week. But the more she read his words, the more she thought about it. Maybe it would be fun. Maybe it would be a disaster. He has as much to lose as me, she thought, so I know he’d be discreet. Fuck it. I’m going to agree and see what happens. I’m worth it.