It had been almost a year since Harry had left me, the sex had long
since stopped and to be honest I'd been happy that it had. I'd
settled into the happy little house wife position early on in the
marriage, stayed home to look after out two boys while he worked as
a sales rep. He was gone for most of the week so we only saw each
other at weekends, and then on his forty second birthday he dropped
the bombshell, he was leaving and wouldn't be coming back. To be
fair the fault lay on both sides, we'd both grown lazy and had just
drifted too far apart. He left me the house, just packed up and
moved out of the area and I picked up the pieces.
The boys were great, the oldest was married but Tom still lived at
home and his friends popping round made me still feel useful.
They'd sometimes stay over and I'd make breakfast for them or cook
supper when he brought a few back unexpectedly in the evening. At
around 22 they were half my age and I'd mother them while they were
here, most were just immature lads but there was one of Tom's
friends called Ben. He seemed to appear when I was feeling down
and knew how to lift my spirits. I got myself a part-time job and
kept myself busy, my friend Jane and I would meet for coffee and
she shocked me by telling me one day of an affair she was having.
She was the same age as me, as was her husband for that matter, but
the guy she had was just 24. I have to admit that Jane looked
fantastic - like a new woman, she gets the best of him for an hour
or two a couple of times a week, doesn't have to put up with the
baggage that comes with young guys, she just gets fucked senseless!
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