I lost my excitement. Maybe it was just a coincidence, and I was just horny. After 10 minutes, slowly, like a feather, he put his hand on my thigh. I ...ecame aware. I don’t know why but out of randomness, I put his hand on the gear and closed my eyes.I started feeling the loss of an opportunity, first Oyo rooms and now this driver. I hadn’t had sex in 3 months. I was very horny, but now the opportunity has gone. I was feeling furious, angry, and rejected. I told my morals that I wanted to have. “I do. But it has to be a special woman.”“Uh, like your WIFE?”“The one I have now?”“Of course, silly. That other one, that’s ancient history.” She sighed. “So was I good?”“You’re perfect.”“No. The sex. Was I good?”“I refer to my previous answer. Perfect.”“I know that there’s a lot more. I read. I listen to others talk about it.”“Whatever you want. Whenever you want it,” I told her.By now, she’s lying beside me, her free hand idly toying with my chest hair. “Jay. I’m not fragile. I’m your wife.. His soft and lush hair and the smell of his beautiful body was enough to keep me content for the day but then he did what I never expected him to do. In one swift move he undid and removed his shorts and followed suit with his underwear. I broke the second kiss of my life to raise from the bed and admire my crush of months now naked in front of me and begging for my love. “What are you waiting for? Do me.” He uttered. I guess when I changed, I changed to a more sadistic and wicked version of. She had written letters to every important person in her life, her father, mother, best friend — well, make that her former best friend — a stupid man she was once married to, and the man who had asked her to marry him at least four times in the last few months. She also had letters, on her special yellow paper, to her boss and her lecherous landlord. However, she hadn’t mailed any of the letters. To look at, Gail was somewhat pretty, in a plain, wholesome way. She was not overweight, but she.