I spent the weekend with Stacy. This is now an affair.
I admit it. My pass is out the window. We talked a lot about what we have here. There are some strong feelings. We both need help in our lives and are looking to each other for many pieces of that.
She wants to feel safe and have someone stable that gives back. I want an emotional connection and someone to pay attention.
We talked about the bounds of this new relationship and our expectations. Her marriage is finished. She is ready for a new start. My marriage is in limbo, and I need to be patient. This sets the scales to be unfair to her from the start.
We address that inequity directly by structuring our arrangement and commitments to one another. Going steady with a few rules. I’ll still see providers occasionally. She has open options as well.
One of the key things we agree on is to be honest with each other about the hard stuff. We begin by talking about the end. If one of us is going to break it off, we’ll be direct. No disappearing, or avoiding allowed. Kind of a strange conversation. The intent is to further build trust for both of us. She is convinced I will be the one to leave. I’m convinced she’ll have me in the friend zone in no time. LOL. We’ll see. A dark way to start a relationship, but who knows. Maybe this is the secret.
Friday night we stay at a hotel. Go to dinner at a local place. It’s packed. We eat at the bar. She dresses for me. Jeans that fit perfectly and a long sleeve button down dress shirt. Powder blue and cut to show off her figure. Perfect. We tell stories and are beginning to learn the back story of each other’s lives. The place is a meat market. A few hotels nearby. Full of travelling businessmen. We spot a few pro girls in the crowd. Watch the action.
Saturday, she is house sitting for her mom. We end up a live show not too far from there. The place is an old local bar famous for the bands they attract. We drink cheap beer, eat beans and rice and have a great evening.
The evening is capped off with some fantastic sex that I may or may not post about later this week. Suffice to say that we end up on an old mattress with the perfect amount of spring for sex, and a headboard designed for gripping. She arouses me over and over. She knows my triggers and buttons. I also know hers.
I have no idea where this is going to lead, but I am giving myself over to it regardless. What the hell. Go for it. Be happy.