She was in a short-skirted sailor costume and it was 6 o'clock in the morning.
I said to Hubby, "Good god man, you do like them young, don't you?" Sure enough. She was 21.
Her name was Samantha and she and Hubby had met a few hours before at a Halloween after-party. Where was I? At home in bed. Two weeks of straight birthday-partying left this 40-year-old tired. I was in bed by 12:30, but before I crashed, I told Hubby to go out and have a good time.
So, when he showed up with her on our patio just before dawn, I can't say that I was all that surprised. I had pulled on some clothes and met them out there, where they told me the tales of their night as we sipped Tecates and smoked cigarettes. When the sun was visible, we headed inside and all crawled into bed together, after giving Samantha a nightgown to wear. Hubby fell asleep immediately but Samantha and I lie there beside each other, talking. I was surprised at her maturity, this 21-year-old. But she was a mother of two already. That'll make a girl grow up fast.
Hubby woke up after a while and I went into the bathroom to wash my face. When I came back into the bedroom, the two of them were going at it. I announced that I was leaving them to their fun, I grabbed a beer and went out to the patio. You might wonder why I didn't join them.
I wonder, too. But, I think that none of us really had the energy for a threesome. Besides, she was young, and she looked it. I just wasn't really attracted to her. And, I knew Hubby would appreciate the ability to do his one-on-one thing with her, and without me.
And, after they were done fucking, I gave Samantha a pair of jeans and a top, and the three of us went to breakfast. Soon after, she was driving home to a city 3 hours away. We both wonder if we will ever see her again.
I'm thinking, probably not. But, one never really knows what will happen, do they?
5 comments:
Do I detect a sense of melancholy in this post?
Something seems lacking, and to be honest, I'm not feeling the emotion and drive you once had in your writing..
Is something bothering you Sadie?
Maybe age catching up to you? *evil grin*
What you have detected, Jormengrund is a tad of melancholy, sprinkled with a generous helping of insomnia. I will not lie, turning 40 has been more difficult than I imagined. I was planning on writing about it tomorrow. Stay tuned. xo~Sadie
Perhaps what Jormengrund observed is better described as 'detachment' -- you've agreed with Hubby to do your own things, and lo' and behold, he was doin' it with this gal you probably thought was way too young... but ... under the conditions, hard for you to do more than you did.
Perhaps we'll hear more about Samantha.
And thanks for your really, really honest description and account of the game .... :-)
I think she was too young for ME, not him. Hubby always attracts the young ones!
And, yes, I was detached. And, honestly, I was totally fine with it. I might give more details of the encounter. It actually ended sort of funny :)
xo~Sadie
21 and a mother of two? Scary. For me to think about, at least.
This post may be detached - just wondering if you'd ever get turned on by the idea of your husband being with someone else? Or does it have to be with someone else who you find attractive also?
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