Once a week, I take the train back into the city. It is a little after nine and the car is virtually empty except for me, a drunk sleeping in the back and a Hispanic couple who can't keep their hands off each other. I begin to tingle when they start to make out. This morning is my weekly meeting with my lover. My husband doesn't know or suspect. We are the typical happy suburban couple with a handsome young son. After my son is off to school, my husband is off to make that deal and I am filled with lust thinking about being in the special person's arms in her quiet neighborhood.
My husband is not a bad man but he is not exactly the most attentive of people. He is so preoccupied with business that he forgets… certain things like birthdays, anniversaries, and such. Sex is even worse. He rolls over on top of me he enters me he grunts a few times a kiss on the cheek and he rolls off. He doesn't even cover me up when he is done. Just enough to have a child to make his friends envious and his family proud..