SHIT! HOLY SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
I was not aware that you could have “followers” on Instagram; it was a fairly new camera app for me. I had only used it once in the past to take photos of my kids for Facebook. The only reason I even used it this time was just in case I wanted to edit my buttcheeks, and I didn’t even do that!
You can imagine how happy I was to learn that my soon-to-be-ex mother-in-law was also a follower, as well as a few message board people, my second cousin twice-removed, and someone named Squid that I didn’t even know. I hoped he was nice. My heart continued to pound out of my chest as I frantically deleted the picture and the entire list of contacts. Maybe no one else saw it. I prayed no one else saw it. Katie assured me that even if someone else did see it, at least my ass looked fabulous. I struggled awkwardly to explain to her what possible reason I could have for taking a picture like that. Well, um you see, I’ve lost some weight and I just wanted to see what was going on back there…
I don’t think she bought it, but like a good friend, she never let on.
Once a few days had passed with no concerned phone calls from my in-laws, I felt safe to tell Matt what had happened. He agreed that this was only the sort of thing that could happen to me, and we both got a good laugh out of it. Lucky for him, it didn’t discourage me from sending him future pictures. I was just very careful not to ever use that app again.
I was finding my confidence and becoming so sexually charged by him now, saying and discussing things I would have never considered before. I liked to joke with him that I couldn’t wait to wrap my legs around his neck when I saw him, just to get a rise out of him. When he would ask me what I was up to at night, I would tell him I was just thinking about him and wishing he was lying there on top of me. His reply back was On top of, next to, underneath, on every side, it’s going to be great, babe. Miss you and want you xoxo. I told him I missed him every single day, and I did. I really did. And there was no doubt that I wanted him desperately. He seemed to feel the same way.
Our conversations may have been like one big dick tease, but I was starting to worry about his actual expectations for when we finally saw each other again. I really didn’t know if I could be an adulterer. That sounded so filthy and depraved. I definitely wanted to sleep with him, more than anything. But wanting to and actually going through with it were two different things. I had a constant internal struggle going on because I still considered myself to be a very honest, moral person. Judgmental of others who weren’t, in fact. Yet I knew that as soon as I saw him, well, I was going to be on him like flies on shit. But I didn’t even have a separation agreement in place yet. He was obviously still going home to his wife every night. How could we do this? Did he forget that we were married to other people again? I couldn’t blame him. It was easy to do, given how wrapped up we were in each other.
After several more indecent conversations that left us both practically basking in the afterglow in our offices, I finally broke it to him. “Matt, you know we can’t do that this time, right babe? You know, when you come up here… I mean, you know how bad I want you, I do, but we can’t… can we?”
“What? Make love?” he asked.
I’m pretty sure that in my head I just fell out of my chair and roared with laughter. Oh my God, did he really just call it that? Who, other than old people, calls it that anymore? Oh… wait… go on.
“Uh huh…”
“Yeah, I don’t know, sweetie,” he replied. “I’d have to think about that. That’s a really big step.” He didn’t sound that convinced, looking back.
“Look, I definitely want to see you. I cannot freaking wait to see you and get my hands on you, to be perfectly honest. I’m going to eat your gorgeous face when you get here, but I
I was not aware that you could have “followers” on Instagram; it was a fairly new camera app for me. I had only used it once in the past to take photos of my kids for Facebook. The only reason I even used it this time was just in case I wanted to edit my buttcheeks, and I didn’t even do that!
You can imagine how happy I was to learn that my soon-to-be-ex mother-in-law was also a follower, as well as a few message board people, my second cousin twice-removed, and someone named Squid that I didn’t even know. I hoped he was nice. My heart continued to pound out of my chest as I frantically deleted the picture and the entire list of contacts. Maybe no one else saw it. I prayed no one else saw it. Katie assured me that even if someone else did see it, at least my ass looked fabulous. I struggled awkwardly to explain to her what possible reason I could have for taking a picture like that. Well, um you see, I’ve lost some weight and I just wanted to see what was going on back there…
I don’t think she bought it, but like a good friend, she never let on.
Once a few days had passed with no concerned phone calls from my in-laws, I felt safe to tell Matt what had happened. He agreed that this was only the sort of thing that could happen to me, and we both got a good laugh out of it. Lucky for him, it didn’t discourage me from sending him future pictures. I was just very careful not to ever use that app again.
I was finding my confidence and becoming so sexually charged by him now, saying and discussing things I would have never considered before. I liked to joke with him that I couldn’t wait to wrap my legs around his neck when I saw him, just to get a rise out of him. When he would ask me what I was up to at night, I would tell him I was just thinking about him and wishing he was lying there on top of me. His reply back was On top of, next to, underneath, on every side, it’s going to be great, babe. Miss you and want you xoxo. I told him I missed him every single day, and I did. I really did. And there was no doubt that I wanted him desperately. He seemed to feel the same way.
Our conversations may have been like one big dick tease, but I was starting to worry about his actual expectations for when we finally saw each other again. I really didn’t know if I could be an adulterer. That sounded so filthy and depraved. I definitely wanted to sleep with him, more than anything. But wanting to and actually going through with it were two different things. I had a constant internal struggle going on because I still considered myself to be a very honest, moral person. Judgmental of others who weren’t, in fact. Yet I knew that as soon as I saw him, well, I was going to be on him like flies on shit. But I didn’t even have a separation agreement in place yet. He was obviously still going home to his wife every night. How could we do this? Did he forget that we were married to other people again? I couldn’t blame him. It was easy to do, given how wrapped up we were in each other.
After several more indecent conversations that left us both practically basking in the afterglow in our offices, I finally broke it to him. “Matt, you know we can’t do that this time, right babe? You know, when you come up here… I mean, you know how bad I want you, I do, but we can’t… can we?”
“What? Make love?” he asked.
I’m pretty sure that in my head I just fell out of my chair and roared with laughter. Oh my God, did he really just call it that? Who, other than old people, calls it that anymore? Oh… wait… go on.
“Uh huh…”
“Yeah, I don’t know, sweetie,” he replied. “I’d have to think about that. That’s a really big step.” He didn’t sound that convinced, looking back.
“Look, I definitely want to see you. I cannot freaking wait to see you and get my hands on you, to be perfectly honest. I’m going to eat your gorgeous face when you get here, but I
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