Finding Satisfaction in my Men

It started innocent enough. I got a text from a guy I used to work with. He wanted to meet for lunch. I didn't even think twice before I responded with "Sure. Sounds fun. Where and When?".

"Friday at noon. I'll be in your city. What's your favorite spot?"

I thought about it for minute. My husband works in this town and does lunch with coworkers every day. That would be more than awkward. So I texted "Let's meet at the beach. We can have lunch at the beach bar."

"Perfect. See you Friday! (smiley emoji)

Well, I should take a minute to tell you more about myself. I'm a 36 year old happily married woman. I have 2 kids and a good job. I have short dirty blonde hair, c-cup tits (that aren't quite as perky as they used to be), and I keep myself in pretty good shape. I get "hit on" more than most women probably but I'm not really interested in any other men because my husband is better than great. He's 10 years older than me, very handsome, and very successful. I had two kids when we met and he took us all in and has taken great care of me and the kids for the last 6 years. He also happens to be very good in bed! I have no reason to look anywhere else. The only thing is that sometimes even the best things get stale over time. Even though we tried to find new ways to enjoy ourselves, we fell short of that "new" feeling and there were many days I felt like his work was more important than me.

Back to Joe. He's the kid texting me. He's 25 and decent looking. I used to work with him and even went on a date with him right before I met my husband just over 6 years ago. He had just turned 19 and I was 30. I remember being so flattered that he wanted to date me. Since then, I've married and he's had numerous sex partners throughout the years. I know this because he still drunk texts me on a regular basis. And I enjoy the idea that this young kid likes me and I love hearing his stories about his one night stands and things. I never had a chance to live like that since I had my first kid at 19. It gives me some mental stimulation.

So, I knew I shouldn't meet with him but it was innocent. He was harmless and knew I was married and I was very clear that I was not messing that up. My husband knew I occasionally talked to him and even once suggested we consider a threesome with him. I turned that down immediately since I knew that would only complicate things. And now my husband said I was leading him on and shuldn’t continue to respond when he texts. But a nice lunch with a friend was exactly what I needed. We would laugh and talk and I could tell him things I couldn't really tell my husband.

Friday came and I wore a cute outfit. I drove up to the beach and found him waiting outside the restaurant. We hugged and he slid one hand down to my ass. I ignored it. We went inside, got a table, and ordered lunch. He is a very funny guy and made me laugh as we had conversation over lunch. Afterward, we walked down the pier and he tried to hold my hand.

"I'm married. remember? This is just friends." I said.

He quickly came back with "Well, friends can hold hands. Whatever though. I don't want to come between you and your husband. I'm fine being your side game."

"Side game? Wait. You're not my side game. You're my friend."

"A friend your husband doesn't know about."

"Not true. He knows about you."

"Oh, so he knows we're hanging out today?"

"Well, no. But I've told him about you."

"Why didn't you tell him we're hanging out today?"

"He wouldn't mind. I just don't want to stress him out. You know? I mean, of course he wouldn't think this is OK. He thinks I lead you on too much."

"Interesting. So he thinks you lead me on too much and wouldn't want you here today. But somehow I'm not your side game? Sure souds like a side game to me. It's no big deal. Just admit it. Let's call it what it is and have fun. Don't stress about him. Just enjoy."

"Your good. But... no. I need to keep this what it is. It's a friendship. But it is a friendship that he doesn't need to know about. I just enjoy talking to you and hanging out. I don't want to think that there might be some sexual favors. I just want to make sure I keep my sex life personal. You sadly aren't in it."

"Sadly? I like that. You mean you are sad that we're not having sex?"

"Why are you so naughty?" I smiled. "Let's just keep this friendly, OK?"

"Fine with me." he said as we continued walking and talking.

After about 30 minutes, we walked back to my car. As I opened the door he leaned in and tried to kiss me. My first reaction was to push him back.

"Come on. Friends kiss!" he insisted.

"No. Not like this. You want more and I know it. You have to stop."

"Why? You're here for a reason. Let's just have fun. Come with me. I have a jacuzzi at my place. We can hang out."

I didn't have plans for the next few hours but this was crazy. I tried to get my thoughts together. After a few seconds, I responded.