Unexpected Text

For context, please read postings starting from the first one, 'The beginnings,'

Norma, my wife, has a career as demanding as mine. She came home from work on Friday, tired and stressed. I suggested she should relax over the weekend. I did the shopping and cooked, Saturday and Sunday. Sunday afternoon, we made love for a couple of hours. Being a man with a number of lovers, I never fantasise about being with another woman when I am making love to Norma. I enjoy her and she me.

On Friday while at work, I received a text from Kate. Kate and I became lovers 11 years ago when her marriage was breaking up. We had many romantic times, She knew I would never leave Norma, but over the years, she has made it clear that if I should ever leave Norma, she wanted first refusal. Six months ago, she phoned me to say she had moved in with her new man and that we were no longer lovers. A month ago, she sent me a text from her holiday abroad, saying that it was such a romantic setting and how much she missed my ‘hugs.’ ‘Hugs’ is a euphemism. Kate is very highly sexed, but never uses any explicit words. Everything is couched in romance, which I find delightful. The text went on to say that her new man was perfect in every way, except that he needn’t like the physical side very much.

Her text on Friday simply said, ‘I miss your hugs and kisses more than you will ever know.’ Since her new man came on the scene, Kate has asked me never to text or phone out of working hours. I sent the reply on the way to the office this morning, saying that we need to talk. I have no crystal ball, but in all probability Kate and I will be in ‘bed’ before many weeks or days are past. I put the word ‘bed’ in inverted commas because a fair proportion of our love making has been in the open air or in a car. Her office and mine are a stone’s throw away from each other and we are only a short drive from some woodland.

Sex in such circumstances has hardly been romantic. On one occasion, she ran a couple of hundred yards into the trees, pulled her knickers down, threw up her skirt at the back, took hold of a tree trunk, bent forward and waited for me to oblige her. There was a certain comedy about it. Though turned on, we laughed a lot.

So, she misses my ‘hugs.’ Watch this space.