She gave him a long hard look, kissed his cheek, rose up from her seat and went to the bedroom. Brad breathed a sigh of relief.
He stayed in the living room for three hours longer. It was after one o’clock before he tip toed to the bedroom door, peeked in the room to make sure she was sleeping before removing his clothes joining her in bed.
Sleep was difficult and he woke up early, still feeling tired. She was still sleeping when he slipped out of bed, gathered his clothes and went to the guest room to dress so he wouldn’t wake her.
He was frustrated but held onto his pride. He wasn’t going to fuck her while she was cheating. He longed for the old days when he could just slide next to his wife, initiate relations and make passionate love to her without the mental baggage. But she had started this shit and he wasn’t going to reward her by acted normal. If she wanted to fuck so bad, go see her ass hole and get her holes plugged. She chose to be his slut and it wasn’t his job to make her happy anymore.
The atmosphere around their house grew tense. Marie was confused and wondered if something was amiss because she and Brad barely spoke. He did speak to her at times, usually during dinner. But there was little affection and he never initiated physical contact anymore. If she hugged him he would stiffen up. Other times he would flinch if she touched his arm or shoulder. Something was bothering him but he wouldn’t say what. She tried to draw him out, but he just deflected her concerns or changed the subject. She used to feel his love from his actions and kind words. Now she knew they had lost an important connection. She never found him this difficult to talk to.
The next night Marie made another attempt to seduce him. As before he acted indifferent. She wondered if he knew about her affair. But quickly discounted that possibility because she and Oscar had been so discrete. Only the people at her spa knew that she even knew him. During her workouts they acted friendly to avoid suspicion, but behaved properly. Whatever physical contact they enjoyed was away from the spa and anyone they knew. Any sexual pleasure she received from her young lover was reserved for her the visits to her father’s old cabin.
Marie was concerned about Brad’s behavior, but not overly so. She still loved him and if he was having an issue she wanted to be sympathetic, and did her best to be there to confide in if he wished. Whatever was wrong, she never assumed it would jeopardized her marriage. It must be some problem at work, she thought, a situation that came up occasionally.
She was disappointed they hadn’t made love for so long. She had to believe that he was getting horny. But that wasn’t her fault. She offered herself more in the last month than she had in years. And she certainly wasn’t horny. Not with all the incredible, out of this world sex she had with Oscar! Even so, she didn’t want Brad to feel neglected and wondered why he didn’t want her anymore. Was he no longer attracted to her? That didn’t seem possible. She was in better shape than she had been in years. He was getting older. Maybe he’s already losing his sex drive and wasn’t interested in sex anymore.