Ever have someone do something nice for you, but you felt like they’d gone “over the top?”
It’s February 12, 2016 and Boy Toy invites me over to his apartment to celebrate both my birthday and Valentine’s Day since they are just a day apart. I shower, perfume myself, and pull on the sexy, tight white jeans he loves to see me in, and look forward to a nice celebration in the sack. I’m horny as hell driving over there.
I come in from the cold to see his apartment – which is really the basement of some old, rich broad’s house that didn’t even have a kitchen or laundry – festooned in birthday balloons and streamers, birthday and Valentine’s Day posters hung on the wall, cards and flowers, and little hearts dangling from the ceiling.
I hug and kiss him and tell him thanks a dozen times. He did make a huge effort, but it looks like he bought out the party store.
Then I look up at the ceiling above his bed. He points to make sure I don’t miss it – and how could I possibly? – he has replaced the white acoustic tile ceiling above the bed with…mirrors! Several panels of mirrors, all meant to reflect the goings-on underneath.
Recall, if you will, this is a guy who likes to watch himself fuck. Me, not so much. I am way too much “in the moment” to glance at myself fucking in any mirror. But Boy Toy is standing there, grinning from ear to ear, waiting for praise like a little boy.
I say a lukewarm “thanks” and just initiate the sex, which is all I wanted for my birthday/Valentine’s Day, anyway, a good sweaty romp, and then leave. Fuck and run.
He just went too far. But Boy Toy ALWAYS goes too far. His over-the-top ways were stifling me, even cloying, and I kept my eyes closed during the fucking that day. Worse, he kept the decorations up for weeks thereafter. I barely looked up at that mirror for the rest of the years and months we fucked over at his place.
The day after the bash, he sent this email. If only he had known the truth….that I was more turned off than turned on:
A former mistress (26 years, on-and-off) describes the good, the bad, and the ugly of her long-term affair. Conclusion: Affairs aren't necessarily destructive if kept in the correct perspective. Our experience enhanced BOTH our marriages.
That is, until his marriage ended and we began to love each other. When the affair morphed into a relationship, well, that's when it stopped being fun for me. We have now irrevocably split.
Lately I've been writing about the man who took his place in the "off" years of that 26-year-long affair. He was a dynamic sexual partner but we, too, now have irrevocably split.
These are our stories.