As Life Passes By...

As I sat in the car, I watched as the light changed from green to yellow to red, and from red to yellow to green again. The cars drove by me, some of them honking at me annoyingly, but I couldn't hear them even if I wasn't so oblivious. The sound of my blaring music was pouring out of my windows.

No matter how much I willed my right foot to press on the gas, it was as if the transmitters that were to get the orders from my brain to my foot had gone on strike. Blankly staring at the changing order of the stop light, my brain played the events of the day over and over again within the torturous portals of my head.

The day had started out normal, rising and getting myself ready for work. I actually woke up feeling better than normal, since the night before had provided me with some very good sex from Roger. Our relationship had been stressed lately, and I had been concerned about how much longer we were going to survive. But when I had come in from work last night, he looked at me with the eyes that he used to look at me with. The lust was back. The intensity was back.

With a little more pep in my step, I showered and put on something a little sexier than normal; since Roger left me feeling a whole lot more sensual. I even left the house wearing garter and thigh highs, and no panties; anticipating a lunch-time visit from Roger for some "afternoon delight".

My work day flew by amazingly quick. As lunch time approached, and I hadn't heard from Roger yet, the tingling between my thighs made me decide to surprise him rather than waiting on him to surprise me. I knew he had the day off, so I quickly grabbed my purse and let my secretary know I'd be taking an extended lunch while heading for the door.

During the drive, I couldn't help but drop my left hand to my inner thigh, rubbing the heated flesh in anticipation of surprising my husband with reciprocated resurrected lust. Pulling into the drive, I was so anxious to get inside, I left my keys and my purse in the car. When I got to the door, I was surprised to find the door locked. We lived in a neighborhood that was relatively crime free, so during the day the door was usually left unlocked if we were home. Turning, I ran back to the car to grab my keys, but my attention was averted by shadows inside the family room.

I saw Roger...Roger and a very curvaceous shadow...in an embrace.

For some reason, it was as if my feet were rooted to the soil I stood on, even though I realized I had stepped forward into my precious tulip garden. Suddenly flowers seemed so trivial since the delicacy of my very soul was falling to pieces with the visions of debauchery playing out before my very eyes.

My right hand on the window, and my nose almost touching the newly installed glass of the pane, I took in the twisted bodies, could hear her screams. My very own tears watering my garden beneath me, I turned and ran to the car. My vision blurred by the precious tears I shed, I tried to stay on the road while attempting to make sense of the previous 24 hours.

I had gone from questioning the health of my marriage to feeling a renewed burning passion for my husband. And now, my heart broken and my sense of reality hazy I didn't even know a thing about who I was anymore. And I sat in the car, watching as the light changed from green to yellow to red...