Cynthia's Two Lives - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Two Lives

She was woken by the shrill bleat of the alarm clock. Jeffrey was off on one of his jaunts that the car enthusiast’s club arranged with almost military precision. His absence would again give her time for herself and to deal with the riot of emotions, and the unmistakable gnaw of longing, that she felt for another man.

“Are you okay?” Jeffrey asked. “You seem to have had a bad night of it.”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’ll get up and make some breakfast,” she replied and looked at him as Jeffrey left their bed, his somewhat overweight frame not to be disguised by his pyjamas. “It will be a long day for you again.”

“You don’t mind me attending the car club’s events, do you?”

“No, not at all. You have your hobbies just as I do.”

During the night she had been restless, had tossed and turned so much that even Jeremy had been woken from the deep sleep that always overwhelmed him. Excuses had been made for her restlessness, but no explanation was given for what she had gone through, one dream following hot on the heels of another.

Images of another man swam before her closed eyes as she lay back on the pillows. How could she disclose what the dreams, and even her thoughts during the waking hours of every day, were about?

She had dreamt of being in another man’s embrace. She had dreamed of being kissed by him. She had dreamt of being naked in his arms and when she had woken she had felt aroused and confused that her emotional involvement with Julian had gone so far. She ...

... has said nothing in response to his looks upon her, only a fleeting gaze across the art room where the art club met every week, on a Wednesday, and Julian was always there for the morning session, just as she was.

But there the similarities ended, for he was a gifted artist and sculptor; she but a dauber who attended the art club gatherings to be sociable and to create something. Phrases, what she wanted to say to him came to mind, now, just as images of her with him had drifted in during her dreamy sleep.

Had she dreamt of going with him, dreamt of being unfaithful to Jeffrey again, just as she had been when on holiday in Kenya and she had taken an African lover while Jeffrey had gone away on a short safari? Fidelity had suddenly been kept on a very short leash for the two nights that he had been left in the holiday compound that she and Jeffrey had created when they had lived in that country.

And now she was possessed by thoughts of Julian, a gifted artist who was much in demand for his work, and a man so different from Jaali, the man she had given herself to and so lustfully. What was the matter with her, that she again thought of straying, and with a man who lived not so far away and whom she would see so often that exercising control over her feelings, and actions, would demand everything of her.

She had never thought of herself as promiscuous, not even in her younger years and before marrying Jeffrey, but her thoughts now, and behaviour some months ago when in ...