My thoughts drift to meeting a family woman. A neighbour no more than a few houses away that I could pass by at any time. She is a wife and mother that lives through all the typical mundanities home life would give. Preparing the kids for school. Seeing her husband off to work. Falling into the daily routines accustomed to a stay at home wife. It’s not an exciting life by any means. I know that there’s a craving in her. To feel the rushes of excitement in her heart. Thrills she felt before settling into the married life

Walking by her home in wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for me. My efforts were a gradual build. A polite good morning becomes a brief talk. A brief talk becomes a sit down for tea. Coming to daily chatting that mark the highlights of our days. Sharing our woes and wish. Growing as close as could be without crossing an explicit line. In my heart however I know it’s matter of time before I creep closer to it. The passing flirty comments. The lingering of admiring eyes. A casual touch becoming a new norm. She may not be hugely surprised from such attention from a man in his mid twenties. But all of it is very deliberate on my part. I like giving her my attention. I want her to feel attractive, sexy. In my eyes she truly would be. I want that feeling to build up in her. I want to give her that thrilling spark she’s been missing for so long.

Until the inevitable day comes. When I stop by for what would be a regular visit. When she is just starting her wifely duties at home. Her husband working and her kids studying at school. There’s clear tension between us that’s been building for months at this point. It’s impossible to ignore. I want to tell her with all the sincerity I can give of how gorgeous she is. How lucky her husband is to have her. What I’d give to have a chance with just like her. In that flustered moment, I’d pull her close and without a word, kiss her like she is mine. All that pent up energy released as we loose ourselves in the heat of the moment. Cloths falling to the floor and the house filling with her moans. There’s nothing to hold us back from giving into our desires. Hours lost in pleasures only an affair can give.

Our dynamic forever changed from that day and how wholeheartedly I’d welcome it. Morning tea is our morning fuck session. Her marital bed seeing more action with me than its had in years. My fantasy going into all sorts of sexual escapades that we’d share. Most of them ending with giving her a new family member to look forward to in the months ahead.

It’s a fantasy I’ve never grown tired of. If it struck the right kind of cord with you. Feel free to send a message my way. We can explore ideas like this a bit more together. Thanks for giving this a read!