So I announced last month I was going to take on a lover and I told my husband I was going to have an affair {with him} and I’m not sure he quiet knew what I meant but he ‘prepared’ himself all the same. And by prepared himself I mean he got physically finer than what he was because obviously thats one does when hearing your wife is taking a lover. And so when he picked me up from the airport that Sunday afternoon I literally went weak at the sight of him. Skipping around the back of our red pickup truck to kiss me I looked around at who else might be spying at what I do claim as mine. Looking better than when he was 23 bare foot in his board shorts, nicely fitted t-shirt, bare feet and cap he was a sight to behold a great start if I do say so myself.
Ahem I regress the affair ahem so without going into torrid details that will leave me unable to walk the street of my small town…
Ordinarily we would have some loving every day and it was always good but like I said here it was routine and sex and routine shouldn’t mix bit like me and smith’s chips when husband is on swing yet when you have an affair you never know when or will “it” happen. There is instead anticipation. So in remembering our first few years together there was no scheduling and so no expectation…the cue sign of standing in a towel after the kids had gone to school went out the window and in came play, words, laughter and teasing and it all became part fun. So the ‘”it” was when the mood strike and for those interested there was actually was less of ‘it’ funnily enough but here is the thing…it was longer {if possible wink win nudge nudge} and it was soooooooo good. Really really good I can’t emphasise that enough and the best part it was fun. It wasn’t routine, it was funny, it was hurried and needed, it was it was drawn out and passionate and it was good. It left you wanting more.
You know the sort of loving? The type before you got tired? Before having to satisfy one more person other than yourself was the objective. Before it became routine, a ritual and comfort that doing it meant your relationship was okay.
And the surprising spin off apart from the fact there was ‘less’ was that the best part of having an ‘affair’ and taking a lover, changing it mixing it up our relationship dynamic has or started to change. We started becoming much like the selves we were before becoming parents before we started having to listen for feet, making it through the cry or before my body was merely a feeding instrument for someone. I saw something and I realised how much I missed him that person and I and it was nice to see him again with me.
So this month I am working on myself more physically, emotional and soulfully I know very Oprah sounding but I mean I want to be more self accepting because I believe it will make my affair even better because I got a glimpse of some people I once knew and I really want to see some more of them both physically, emotionally and soulfully.
What do you think on taking a lover {your partner preferably} is it good for the soul to?
xx Deb
{image with thanks here}
