I awoke three hours later on the floor, just as I had landed. I was a little disoriented and didn’t realize at first how long it had been. I put my robe back on and searched my house for the two of them, but they weren’t there. As I walked into the kitchen I noticed the clock on the microwave and realized how much time had really passed.
Just after that I noticed a white business card on the kitchen table. On the front was the name Adam Michaels along with the information for the business he worked for. On the back was a simple note: You were a great fuck, if you ever need some again, just give us a call.
I went back upstairs, took a shower, and got dressed, all the while thinking of my little adventure. Wondering how it happened, wondering when, if, and what I would tell my husband. Knowing that this had changed my life forever.
That was three months ago, and I still have told no one of my encounter. I’ve considered telling my husband a few times, but I just don’t think he would understand. My husband and I have had sex only two times since then and I still haven’t called the number. I’ve tried my best to control my urges, but I know that there is someone out there who can take care of me when my husband can’t, and in ways he can’t either.
I guess that is the end of my story. I must leave you now. You see, I have the phone and I’m dialing…
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