You are Sarah, age 42 and a stay-at-home mother. You are a very smart, well-read woman; in fact, you used to work as an elementary school teacher before you met Mark, your loving husband. Your other asset, a beautifully attractive body, made it easy to "convince him" to pop the question 22 years ago. That's not to say that your attractiveness has faded with age; you still work out every day, keeping your body as gorgeous as it ever was in your youth. Now happily married to Mark, who makes way more than enough money as an engineer at the firm, you decided long ago to stay home with the kids to take care of them rather than dealing with the stressful job of teaching.
At least, you used to have two kids living with you to love and cherish. Through a river of tears, you watched as your eldest child Pete packed his bags and set off for college two years ago. Now, your younger daughter Jennifer has just finished high school and is currently searching for an entry-level job. She's been hinting that, as soon as she can find a steady job, she will be leaving to share an apartment with some friends of hers. While you wish only the very best for your children, you secretly wish that your daughter could just stay with you forever so you can keep showering her with all of your love forever.
Not only that, but Mark travels a lot for his job, sometimes for weeks at a time. You love and support your husband with all of your heart, but his frequent trips away from home are making you feel lonely and neglected. You long for the way things used to be, when Mark would come home every night to hold you in his strong arms, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. Sometimes, he would surprise you with a thoughtful gift ranging from the standard box of chocolates to more useful items like a new waffle iron. Then everyone would sit down to the delicious, hearty meal you had lovingly prepared for dinner. Once the evening dinner was over, the kids would run off to their respective bedrooms, and you and he would wash the dishes together. Some nights, when you were in the mood for a little passion, you would stand behind Mark during the dish washing, reaching your arms around him and running your sponge over the same plate he was working on. You would make sure to "accidentally" brush your fingers against his as you lean in closer to him, pushing your breasts into his back. With a nibble on his earlobe and a seductive whisper, you could easily send his mind whirling. Dishes would be left uncleaned as you would eagerly lead him upstairs to your own bedroom, where he would please you for hours like no other man in the world ever could. You feel a wetness building between your legs as you reminisce fondly of the way things used to be...
Then your mind snaps to the present, your loneliness slapping you with the force of a freight train. Fighting back the tears welling in your eyes, you try to push the thoughts out of your mind as you continue reading your book. Jennifer is driving around town today submitting applications for job interviews today, and Mark is off on another one of his business trips, so you are home alone this afternoon.
You nearly jump out of your chair when you hear a sharp knock at the door. You take a peek outside, wondering who is at your door.
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