After an amount of university chat, life chat, and this-and-that chat, we made an arrangement to meet for coffee off campus.I met her on a Friday afte...noon. It didn’t take me long to realize that I’d already fallen for her. I was in no hurry to push things along though. Be patient. Patience, Melissa. Only don’t let her get away. Please don’t let her get away.As term was coming to an end, I knew she would be returning to Athens soon. Without me asking, she gave me her home address and insisted I. Wednesday afternoon… I was in the kitchen doing work when I heard some footsteps in the house. Before I could ask who it was I saw my 18 year old son James coming to me in the kitchen. “What happened? Class postponed?” I asked, because it was too early for him to come home. “I couldn’t concentrate in the class,” he replied, hugging me from behind. “Why?” I was worried. “All the time… I was just thinking about you and… I got really horny and my cock… it’s not relaxing,” he said, and I could feel. He relaxed his body across the seat, and raised his leg across the center console of the car. His pants were now down around his thighs an his hips were raised a little due to his leg being across the armrest. His cock was in full view, nothing hiding it, as my hand continued to stroke it. It was so close to me now. Before I was reaching across a seat, it barely even felt real, but now, it was right in front of me, closer to me than I was comfortable with. Close enough that if I made him. . Someday soon I hoped. How could I though? My mind was at war with itself. He’s my husband it’s not right. I need to stay and put more effort into making this work. I can’t just walk away from my marriage. I need to stay. I deserve better. What about our marriage? Who cares? ‘How am I supposed to get to the living room? You’re taking up all the god damn room! I’ll just walk over you, fat lump.’ I felt his work boot clad foot crape my back every lump of my spine caught the ridges of his boot..