I laid in bed and fantasized about the man I had finally met, he was the last thing on my mind as I drifted off to sleep. We started the day with brea...fast together. Thomas had ordered room service and when it arrived he knocked on our adjoining door, ‘Widow? Good morning my dear. I have coffee and eggs for you, if you’d like to come over.’ We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and made plans to meet for dinner before we started our whirlwind day of meetings and workshops at our respective. What was wrong with me? It had to be me, right? She was still the same woman I had married nearly 25 years ago. So what she had gained a lot of weight and her body suffered the effects of age and gravity. She had bore my two children. What more could I have asked of one human being? I was no longer the young stud I once was either. I felt so ashamed. I turned away."What's wrong?" Sandra asked in a concerned voice."Ah, nothing baby." I was lying through my teeth to my own wife, "Just been. He sat there, his thoughts running wild, one hand resting on his lap gently stroking the soft layers of skirt, slip and panties over his skin, absentmindedly watching the pot with the potatoes simmer away. Ten minutes or so later she returned. She had removed the ribbon from her hair which now fell softly around her face, where she had enhanced her mascara and eye liner, making her eyes large pools of invitation, the red lips and softly made-up face totally complementing the illusion. She wore. After she left, I got up and went to the kitchen table."I am pretty hungry, this is good mum." Thank you darling. I love you." I love you too mum"My mum always told me she loved me. She was really affectionate. Sometimes I felt guilty for not being so affectionate back, so I thought I would go to her bedroom later and cuddle up with her before going to bed. Sometimes I would wank off thinking about her before I went to sleep. I went back to my room to play video games after supper and wait.