A promise

"Susan, I love you too," I said. "But we still have a few days of vacation left. We've both been doing our own thing and experimenting this whole time, and I've been enjoying it. There's no reason to change things now."

"But you are planning to come back home with me when this is over?" she asked.

I hesitated, and I saw the hurt on her face. After all these miserable years of marriage, after all the years of unsatisfying sex, Susan would really wait until I am actually happy to start fighting for me? I did love her, but maybe her efforts came just a little to late?

"Maybe," I said at last.

That was the best I could do because I honestly didn't know at the moment. I did love her. I also loved Diego, but in a different way.

Outside of the bedroom, Susan was like one of my best friends. I loved doing things with her and spending time with her. It was just that how she made me feel in the bedroom had begun to bleed over into everything else. Even if I wasn't a big alpha stud, I had needs.

With Diego, on the other hand, it was all about how he made me feel. We had yet to share a meaningful conversation that didn't lead back to sex, but the sex was mind blowing. When he touched me, kissed me, sucked me or fucked me, it was electric.

"Maybe..." she said. "Then it's not too late."

"No...I don't think so," I said.

"Then I will fix this," Susan said. "Before this trip is over, you will see that I've changed."

Then she kissed me with more passion than she had kissed me with since our honeymoon. For a moment I melted into her arms and everything else was forgotten.