Changes

Since this as-yet unconsummated dalliance has begun, I am changing.

I am taking better care of myself. Eating better, and less. My pants are beginning to droop around the waist.

I take more time each morning before work to carefully apply my makeup and style my hair (Never know if I’ll have the chance to meet up with him after work one night).

My house is cleaner and neater (Maybe he’ll stop by when R. is out playing golf or poker).

I begin buying sexier underwear. Racy, lacy bras that display my generous cleavage. Panties that fit snugly across my ass. R. raises his eyebrows when I return from the mall bearing shopping bags from Victoria’s Secret. He’s never known me to buy such things and isn’t sure why I’ve started now. I tell him it’s because I’ve been losing weight (he concurs) and want to show off my body to him.

I suddenly feel predatory, more alive, more feminine, more sensual since that night with David. Just three nights ago, with a little help from my vibrator, I experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. As I touched myself, I thought back to that night in the backseat of my SUV, David kneeling over me, shirtless, his fingers deep inside me, whispering that he was going to make me come. His face and body were all I could imagine as I felt myself beginning to peak, my eyes closed, alone in my bed. And when I came, it was so exquisitely intense that it bordered on painful.

I am ensnared.