The Housewife Diaries
In the first installment of “The Housewife Diaries”, readers meet Sherilyn and Jack Dorsey. Sherilyn has come face to face with her husband’s infidelities and no longer feels desirable. When Aaron is hired to service the Dorsey’s pool, Sherilyn finds an invigoration that awakens her sexually and mentally.
Was it necessary to work on the pool everyday? Did he have to stand there testing chemicals and cleaning the pool with muscles bulging? Did the way he swept his hair from his eyes have to be so cute?
Cute. Exactly. He was just that. A cutie pie. Not exactly the words I normally used to describe any grown man that I wanted to be associated with.
How old was he? He couldn’t be any older than maybe twenty-one.
I let down the incline on the treadmill. There was about fifteen minutes left on my workout. It was hard to concentrate with a clear view of the young man outside. He continued to add chemicals to the pool water and test whatever he was testing. He was starting to get on my nerves standing there looking all….Wait! Why was I looking at him?
Come on, Sherilyn! Get it together and stop looking at that young man out there. He’s hired to do a job and he’s not here for my pleasure. Pleasure. What a foreign concept. Then Priscilla’s advice crept into my mind. I shook my head. That wasn’t even an option. If I had considered cheating on Jack, I definitely couldn’t do it with someone so young.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he swept the net through the pool water. The treadmill beeped and signaled the end of my workout. I needed to know how much longer he would be here working. It was a warm day outside, and I wanted to enjoy the sun by laying out poolside in my new bikini.
I stood there for a second, my arm draped on the handles of the treadmill. I could either stay inside and wonder when my pool would be ready, or I could go outside and ask the young pool man myself. There was only one way to find out.
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The Seven Year Itch
Isaiah laughed. He loved to surprise me and I loved surprises. We were a great team that way.
“Do you really think I’d tell you? Come on now, Dara!”
I couldn’t help but to giggle. I knew his lips were sealed.
“Fine, I’ll wait. So I guess you’ll have to wait to find out what I got you.”
He pulled me into his arms and held me there tightly. I looked up at him again and this time, he planted his lips on mine. Our lips locked into a kiss full of passion. Just as the fire began to ignite in me, Isaiah pulled his lips away.
“Where are you going?” I tried to pull him back to me.
I could see the desire in his eyes. We’d been to this point so many times. It was like lighting a match and then smothering it in a glass globe with no air. As quickly as it’s lit, it goes out.
I didn’t feel like being disappointed. I loved my husband, but somewhere around year four of our marriage, our sex life started to fade. It was as if we didn’t even know each other anymore. I was tired of getting heated up, only to be left with a burning desire that would not be satisfied.
I chalked all of that up to late nights working and the stress of balancing high powered jobs and our home life. I was able to handle things at first. It went from sex everyday to twice a week, to twice a month, to every other month. Then with both of us working and Isaiah’s work load increasing and causing him to be away from home, we would have sex maybe four times a year.
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May December Romance
I love my life, but there is no way that I can continue to live in this drought. My son is grown, and I’ve been divorced for quite some time now. I live in this big, beautiful house all alone. My girlfriend Tonya has been telling me for the longest time that I should just get out there and start dating again. Me, dating? I wouldn’t know the first thing about dating; I’ve been out of the game so long.
Tonya said it’s like riding a bike. I’m not sure about that. I remember not being the best at that and always scarring my knees up. I’ll be damned if I’m forty something and spending my days chasing after some man trying to get a date.
I’m not sure though. Tonya has this thing for younger men, and I’m telling you, with the way that she dips into the fountain of youth, you’d swear a dip in that same fountain would be just the tune up I need. She’s always telling me so, but I can’t go there, not that I haven’t thought about it.