My lover Alex was in the shower washing off the heavy sweat he worked up from making love all through the sweltering summer night. He was by far the hottest looking man I had ever seen. He was 6'2" tall, 215 lbs. of rippling, strong muscles, with curly brown hair, sparkling green eyes, with a devilish grin that revealed perfect teeth.
I sat in the chair next to the bed and started to get dressed. I got as far as putting pants on when I heard a man call my name from the other end of my sprawling ranch home. It sounded like my husband, Cal, who had moved out six months ago. I wasn’t expecting him.
We had agreed to not show up at each other’s place unannounced. I quickly looked at my phone. There were no messages. Maybe it wasn’t who I thought it was. In any case, I was sitting there half naked and definitely not ready to greet whomever it was. I heard footsteps approaching my bedroom door. I tried to put my bra on quickly and in the process got it tangled and twisted and impossible to get on fast. The footsteps quickened. He called me again, perhaps as a warning. I grabbed my sweater and covered my breasts.
My husband had seen me naked over the course of our 40 years together, but now it would be awkward since we weren’t together anymore. Funny how the same two people who had known each other for decades and spent many nights naked together became intruders in each…
