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What was so wrong in your marriage that would possess you to go to someone like that? Yet you had run off to this meeting like an enthralled schoolgirl. Twisting your long hair into a knot, and stepping into the almost too warm water. Sure you and Tim had a few problems, but you had been married for almost ten years. The giving of yourself like that. Never before, and like you swore to yourself afterwards, never again. Easing down you feel the warmth engulf you, and your cares of the long day begin to fade.

You are still unable to believe your reactions. Not even a note from the stranger. Maybe it was for the better. And of course the ecstasy. You close your eyes and let the water move gently over you. Memories of opening the door to that room, the view, the fear, the tension flood your mind. Gone, hopefully for good. Those few unforgettable hours. A grin crosses your lips as you fall back into that night. Memories of the moments. But not soon forgotten. Your hands become bolder.

You smile to yourself, enjoying what those thoughts still do to your body. Already swollen from the cooler air. Almost every night now you have turned to the bath for release. Slowly you circle, your mind reliving those intense memories. One hand moves slowly over your belly, appreciating the firmness. The one to make you feel this way. Your hands move tenderly over your nipples, still just above the water. Why was he working so much?

Sure you both enjoyed the lifestyle that your incomes provided, but is that all there is. The warm water, the sweet aroma, the privacy. Your hand moves lower. How long had it been, three, four months? The standing for who knows how long. Your legs open to your touch. The whispered request, and your compliance. No kids was a big help. The tying of the knot behind your head moves through your thoughts. Your mind travels back to that evening. The water warm and relaxing.

One hand delicately teasing the bud.