When Three's Not Company

It's cold outside. I slept in the guest room last night. My husband's lady friend spent the night and I wasn't interested in joining them last night. When she came into our lives I insisted on being there, joining in the fun. But now at 44 and her just 24 it is just not the same, floppy tits and a too big round ass, and this babe beside me, slim and trim, tight ass, nice tits, and a beautiful smile. I am more in love with her than my husband, but her eyes are reserved for him not me. Better back out I thought so I did last night, leave them alone, let her enjoy the time with him.

I long for her hugs, I wish upon wishes that my pillow was her. I smell her in my house, I stare at her, I want a kiss. She knows how I feel, she gives me company, she spends the day with me, she helps me make the beds, she will stand right next to me, ask me for advise, but she is strict, we can be together with him, but not together just her and me. She just doesn't swing my way. I am in love with her, she will listen to my love words, she says she loves me too, but not in the same way.

My relief is my husband, he still pays attention to me. But not like he pays attention to her. He never made love to me like that, or maybe he did but I always had some girl on my mind. And now, today, his lady friend is on my mind every day. All day. Every day. It's a bitch loving a girl, it's not like loving a man. Men are so easy, they are just not that much fun.