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I'll get in on this one....
The intention was there, although the action behind the promise waned. Dale’s appetite was stronger this evening and his need to satisfy it mounted and soared. First, it crept upon him slowly but soon rushed him with an electric jolt. His mouth, buds alive and ready to explore, filled with a sweet and salty mixture; they were now trained for “her.” Replaying the scenes of bodies reeling, braided, and synthesized, he knew how it would all go down and ultimately end, as the fantasies took place in his mind, hours before he reached her house.
Everything was set and in motion. He had the necessary items: condoms, two Caffé Veronas, Altoids, the papers, and X (just in case she goes there like last time). Still there was a pull to divert the plan.
Hadn’t he set out like this before: destined, purposed, and convinced that it would be different and ultimately true this time? True that she would just be paid for her services and he could go home a better man or husband. For this go-round couldn’t he be all that his wife, Jayla, whispered so lightly under her breath and held captive in her subconscious? Be beyond all that Jayla scrubbed down the drain when she took to cleaning and trying to cope with the pain seared into her heart. Be all that she envied in scenes of lovers at peace, engaged, and fulfilled. Be all that he wanted to be himself. Be all that she deserved.
But no the affair was beyond knee-deep. Profits, shares, commodities were riding on this monthly extramarital exchange. What would Dana, aka “her,” the accountant, think if he suddenly called it quits? She held the key to his sex and controlled his pocket’s life expectancy more so than Jayla.
After all, the payoff was good loving and extra ends. Sexing the financial planner wasn’t such a bad move, no?
"I'm early this time is that cool?"
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