Changes
I’d never even thought about cheating before, but it seemed something else was taking me over. I had to get close to Brad. I had to know.
Author Note: I wrote this story about four years ago. It was accepted into an anthology where the theme was CHANGE. I thought it would be cool to post it again here as at the moment the
editors and a couple of friends, are in the process of judging a fiction contest with Change as the theme.I hope you enjoy this semi erotic relationship story.
Changes
I met my partner, Jack, at university. We hit it off immediately. After graduation, we married; church ceremony. It seemed the natural thing to do. Our parents were so happy for us and looking forward to having grandchildren. Ten years have passed; no kids, but we are still the best of friends — and that’s the problem. There isn’t any spark or chemistry between us. Don’t get me wrong, we love and care for each other greatly, but when it comes to getting down and dirty it just doesn’t seem to work for us any more. Things appeared fine at the start but, looking back, I think we were both young, attractive and didn’t know any better. The sex was comfortable, but never created fireworks for me, and I doubt it ever has for Jack either.
Over the last year, we’ve only made love a couple of times.
I thought maybe I had a low libido, and felt sorry Jack was not getting enough. But then not so long ago I changed jobs: more money, a promotion, and I met Brad. He worked along the corridor in accounts and, each time he passed my office, I noticed he glanced through the window of the door and my heart would leap - just a little.
I started to look forward to work. Being head of HR is not overly exciting but now I began to think about what to wear. I wanted to make sure I looked good, for him.
Jack didn’t seem to notice any difference in my behaviour, and we carried on as before. We lead quite a routine life: cinema every Tuesday, a meal with mutual friends each month and sometimes we would venture out alone to catch up with our pre-University mates. Nothing changed, except in my head.
I started to slip off in the evenings and take a long bubble bath, lying there with the warm water caressing my skin. My hand would go to work as I’d fantasise about Brad, his mouth on mine, pulling me close, digging fingers into my ass cheeks.