When the Home Fire Stops Burning, Consider An Affair
You know how it can be: you’ve been sleeping with the same person for as long as you can remember and while you still love each other, the sex has lost some of its giddyap. So what’s a couple to do?
The first night we had some time to ourselves, MK popped his head into our bedroom and said, “I’m going to run down to the corner store and get some ice cream, you want anything?”
I looked at the clock, 10:00 pm, gave him a quizzical look, “no, thank you, but I appreciate you asking.”
He walked over to where I lay atop the covers and kissed my forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
A Stranger Calls
It wasn’t but about five minutes later when my phone rang. It was MK. “What, you forget something?”
He responded in a voice that almost didn’t sound like his. “I’m sitting outside in my car. I just saw your man leave the house. Put something sexy on and unlock the front door. I’m coming in to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. I’ll give you 15 minutes to get ready” and he hung up.
At first, I didn’t know what to do. I peeked out through the blinds and saw him sitting in his car, just like he said. Our eyes met. He pointed at his watch. I rushed to the bathroom, washed my special places real quick, brushed my teeth, threw on some perfume and dug out the sexiest thing I could find.
No sooner had I unlocked the front door when it swung open. I jumped back, startled by the sudden movement. MK stood still in front of me. His body seemed to fill the entire door frame. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you.” His words filled what little space remained.
I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him inside. He slammed the door behind him. Between a flood of wild kisses I managed to say, “what are you waiting for stranger?” He grabbed me by my shoulders and pinned me against an adjacent wall.
Piece by piece we ripped of each other’s clothes and tore at each other’s bodies. He took me to the couch and told me to bend over. His tongue added to the moisture already gathering between my thighs until I ordered him to “fuck me, now.!”
The Restored Fire
I have no idea how much time passed. Our fevered love making created an extended immediate “now” that defied any counting of minutes or hours. When I finally caught my breath, I grabbed hold of his revived manhood and said, “my man is on his way home with some ice cream. You have to go.”
He licked me one last time. Before making his exit, he whispered in my ear, “Ms. E, this is the start of a long affair. I hope you’re ready.” Then he pinched my extended nipple and left.
I was emerging from the shower when MK returned from the corner store. He carried a bowl of ice cream into the bathroom with him. “Honey, I’m home.”
“Took you long enough. Either you had to milk the cow for that cherry vanilla or you stopped for a quickie with your girlfriend along the way.”
“Ms. E, you know I only like chocolate.” He filled his finger with a taste from his bowl and ran it across my lips. “See, only that rich brown goodness.”
I filled my finger with my womanhood and ran it across his. “Here’s a taste of cherry to top off that chocolate.” The smile that met mine was the smile of the man I’d met long ago, the man I fell in love with and found myself falling in love with all over again.
“Welcome home, MK. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you.”
Sometimes an affair with the one you love can be just what the doctor ordered. And, yes, please try this at home.