Warehouse Fuck

My husband and I separated about nine months ago. It was a long time coming and not a surprise. I had many opportunities to cheat on him, but I never did. He thinks I cheated. I am sure he cheated on me, but I cannot prove it. I do not care anyways.

The first night of him not living at home, I fucked one of the warehouse guys from work. It was simple: some head, some fingering, me bent over a pallet of boxes. I felt free!

Since then, many of my ‘opportunities’ have been revisited and many others. I am uneasy about being ‘divorced’ but, at the very least, it has given me a new lease on my sexual life. You could call my behavior slutty. You could call me loose. This is probably true. What I call it is finding my pleasure without hurting anyone nor myself.