my dream last night

She stood in her bedroom contemplating which book she would read for the afternoon. It was a beautiful day and it would be lovely to sit in the sun and travel to another world. Then she felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her close to him. His left arm traveled across and down her silken abdomen. His right slid up inside her blouse, meandering up her chest, cupping her breast in his hand. His strong jaw leaned her head to the right and he began to nibble on her neck. Shivers of desire radiated up through her body as she felt the climbing passions rising through her. She began to feel weak. In an instant, he spun her around, clasping her hands behind her back in one hand and planted a kiss hard and deep on her mouth. He hadn't come to her with such desire in so long, she felt as though the excitement within her would explode. To be in his arms and him to want her so deeply, she thought she would lose herself completely.

She opened her eyes so that she could swim in the deep blue sea that she loved to be in. In that moment she realized this was not her husband. Swiftly she pulled her arms around, placed her forearms on his chest and pushed him away. Almost as stealthily as he had arrived, he disappeared again. She stood there in the middle of the room shocked and bewildered. It seemed as though hours went by as she just stood there like a statue trying to comprehend what had just happened.

It hadn't been her husband. It had been his best friend, someone they were allowing to stay in one of the spare bedrooms while he was down on his luck. She went to find her husband to tell him in on uncertain terms that his friend had overstayed his welcome. She stopped in her tracks. Would he believe her? He knew enough of his friend not to doubt that the part of the story she told about him would be true. But would he believe that she had nothing to do with it?

There were many things she did not know about the man she married, but this she did know- he was a jealous man and not quick to believe in her innocence. "Did you flirt with him?" he would ask. "You led him on!" he would accuse. "You did this for revenge!!" She could hear the words already exiting his mouth in disbelief and accusation. No, she would not tell him. She hated that. Honesty was so important to her, but she knew he would not accept her story.

The next weeks were strange, to say the least. Dinners were tense as the three of them sat together and she had very little to say. She avoided eye contact with their guest as much as possible. When she did slip, it seemed he was waiting for her gaze and would send her a mischievious smile. She prayed that the man whose ring she wore didn't see what was going on.

But this wasn't the worst of it. She was haunted by the feelings that he had ignited. She would find herself standing at the sink, where she was supposed to be washing dished, staring out the window entranced by the memory of his touch. If they passed, he would intentionally brush up against her, just to watch the chills it would bring to her skin. He knew he had made an impression and was enjoying the affect he had made.

She decided she would begin to try to woo her husband back to her, see if she could ignite some small flame in him for her. She had no intentions of letting this other man take from her the love that she could have with the one who still was the cause of every heart beat. She would start small, so that he would not notice a big change and wonder what had happened. She wanted to feel loved again.