There I was, standing outside her door once again – we had agreed that meeting at hers would be best since sending away my wife and kids every time would be bothersome for all involved parties. The fact that my wife and I both support each others’ sexual adventures outside of our eleven-year marriage is a blessing and has really only brought us closer.
She opens the door.
“Hi”, she says in a quite voice, but her smile is big.
She waves her long, red hair and her pale face makes her freckles stand out like dark spots on the sun.
I step inside her apartment and we head towards her couch. For about two hours we talk about everything from legislation of marijuana to how utterly disgusting my drink was.
However this time I did not make the same mistake as our last meeting, this time I brought condoms – which was a strict rule for both of us.
I lean in to kiss her with the words “I don’t plan to just sit and talk this time.”