Almost perfect
We went at it almost like teenagers. His kisses, although subtly romantic, still suggested hunger. So did the way I kissed him back… When Orson’s hands slipped inside my small dress, that’s how I knew he meant real business for the night. And I was game for anything to satisfy both our cravings: I’m an cheating housewife looking for fun and he’s a mature man looking for companionship. An unsatisfied wife can’t really be blamed for seeking love and attention from other men, right? Especially in my case, as I’m one of them lonely wives who can’t stand being taken for granted by their husbands…
When Orson asked me out on a date I was so intrigued by how romantic and straightforward he did it. “You’re one hot woman. I’d love to make you my queen whenever your husband fails to make you happy.” He’s a popular member of this adult dating website where I met him. I only replied to his messages for fun,
and now that he was laying on top of me showering me with kisses and adoring each of my body parts I couldn’t be any more glad I considered the thought of an affair with him.
With each carress Orson made on my skin I knew I made just the right choice of going out with him. And each time he tells me how much he likes me it only made things more exciting. I’ve missed this kind of romance, exactly the type I used to enjoy with my husband. I feel guilty of cheating with another man, of course, but what else can a lonely wife do to satisfy her needs? I miss my husband more than anything else… and let’s just say Orson was at the right time and place when we met.
My love affair with him consisted of heartwarming romance and mind blowing sex. This man looks at me like I was the love of his life and nothing else sweeps me off my feet when it comes to romance. The sex was even better, as we’re both mature persons who knew what adult friends could give each other. He even knew tricks in bed my husband hasn’t tried with me… Almost perfect, if you will look at it. Almost. After my Asian getaway with Orson I promised myself I would never see him again—perhaps I was only looking for a way to satisfy the naughty wife in me, but to be honest about I wasn’t at all prepared to like another man this much… My second Mr. Right? Yeah, right.
I went back home, to my lonely housewife role and to my missing-in-action husband. I still believe he will come around, but for now maybe I should just enjoy what other men have to offer… After all, dating cheating wives turn them on as much as flinging does me.
— Monique
