Name: Anonymous 2009-08-03 14:44
The car is dark and crowded. The city lights that went past with a gentle rhythm illuminated the interior in brilliant flashes of clarity. We were the survivors of another late night romp, exhausted from the battle with alcohol and too much talking. My wife was driving unaware of the thoughts that were rushing through my mind uncontrolled. Her best friend on the seat in between us leaning on me, half on my lap to give my wife room to drive. Earlier in the evening at the party the birthday girl was intoxicatedly familiar and I guess that started the whole train of thought. How long had it been since I snuggled up to a new woman? I could feel the heat of her essence unfamiliar on the thigh she was straddling. It felt so good her ripe curves resting on me seeking security in the dark. I wondered if her friend felt the same electric charge running between us, I know she seeks the love that she had been watching cavort around her all night. Guilty I censored my thoughts straining to tell myself this woman is just a friend but the more I get to know her the more I want her. I can see the sadness in her, the longing and pain that she so bravely tries to deny. I want to hold her and tell her it's all right, to please her as I know only I can. I know she would be happy with me, I know I could save her from the dark. I dream of making her my second wife, sharing with her the love that me and my wife share. We stop at the hotel were she is staying with the rest of the survivors and we all mumble our good nights. As she departs my company I catch her eyes and try to express to her all that I know, she turns away without another word but I see a her step a little lighter, breathe a little deeper. As the night swallows her I feel my wanting expand. I got into the car and look over too my wife. I meet her eyes and I know I love her and wish I could share with her my wishes.