I let the devil incarnate in my home cosettie76: I opened the door to a complete stranger. He was selling books for kids somewhere else. I told him that I wouldn't care to support his cause since I have a reference book in the other room that doesn't list any of his books as good for kids. I left to get it, he asked to come in, he sat on my couch, we looked over the book, he asked if I was married, to which I replied, Yes, very happily married. He doubted my enthusiasm as he asked where my husband was at 6:15 on a Wednesday evening. He kept asking, and consoling. He rubbed my back, he gave me a hug... I loved the attention. LOVED IT! And then... well, he kept trying to kiss me... I really just wanted to hug.. but, what the hell, I can kiss my brother, right? so then this guy can kiss me too. He forced his tongue and I loved it... the taste of tobacco.. a now forbidden pleasure.. and he continued to console me with his words.. his hands.. he grabbed my hands and placed them on.. well, the part of my 3 year old's anatomy that has to be poked down into the toilet so he doesn't pee on himself.. except it wasn't pointing down.... he was fully clothed, as was I, but so what? Within 30 minutes, he made his intentions clear.. I asked him to leave and he did.
I can't stop thinking about the entire experience. Wondering if I could have avoided it happening at all. Wondering what it would have been like to further it.. cursing myself for that thought. I tried to approach my husband for sex that night, but he avoided my like I have the plague. How bad can a little untreated yeast infection be anyways? I think it's truly the only thing that helped me keep my clothes on with the stranger that made me feel so important... just thinking he won't think I'm so special if he gets of wiff of bread.. hee-hee.. he probably wouldn't have even cared. He would have had his 90 seconds of pleasure and would have left me equally confused.. and a lot more damned. Do I need to tell my husband about this? Am I a type that cheats? It was all so.. fun. My husband is a good guy. Sure, he loses his temper with me and says stuff he shouldn't, but that is not diserving a cuckolding wife. I'm afraid to answer the door now. I suppose I should just be happy it didn't turn into a wacked out rape scene... oh, why did I open the door in the first place?
