I just had a date with someone I met at a party last week.
A sex party.
That one of my lovers brought me to as his hotwife. To share.
I had sex with him there.
Twice.
In front of my lover.
With my lover.
He looks like my dead husband, I discovered
as I saw him in natural light for the first time.
I stopped still, eyes wide as I took in the similarities
the differences.
Enough differences that my shock couldn’t have been very apparent.
The chemistry though, oh! So familiar
So smooth.
And young, so much younger
a tenderness, surprising and genuine.
I took him into me, feeling his sameness
not wanting to and desperately needing to
knowing this was a last chance
that I would have to be honest and confess.
So I did. And I did. And it was so pure, so true.
Cleansing.
I feel,
lighter.
I have some interesting feelings about this.
Complex, simple.
Untangled.
The Salty Widow 