Valentine’s Day. Romance, candlelight, roses, fine wine. And sex. Passionate, romantic sex.There will be all of that, this evening, with my darling, lovely husband. He will be well dressed, so handsome and charming, and I will melt into his arms and fall into our bed. It is such a special day when we express our love for one another in the most tender and intimate way.Valentine’s Day. I am beyond myself with excitement and anticipation.But not for the reason you might think.Mid-morning. I have lovingly prepared myself. Bathing with expensive body wash chosen just for today. Shaving my intimate area. I put on fancy, Bodrum Escort sexy lingerie. Makeup is carefully and tastefully applied. Ruby red lipstick completes the look. My hair has been blown out to frame my face in the most flattering way. I step back and appraise myself. A vision of sexuality stares back at me. I am giddy and nervous.Valentine’s Day. Why did we choose this day in particular? In some ways, it seems perverse, a mockery of my marriage. The ultimate violation of its sanctity.And yet it is so appropriate.It has been two years now. Two years of exploration, deepening our understanding Bodrum Escort Bayan of one another. We connected based on our mutual need to share erotic fantasies and desires and shed our inhibitions. It began in a chat room and moved to live conversation. Inevitably, we felt the pull of emotion. At least I did.Today is the day we will meet for the first time.The drive to the hotel he has arranged seems interminable. My hands are shaking at the wheel. Every traffic light takes an eternity. My chest tightens. My heart races.So many times, I consider turning back. This is so wrong. I love Escort Bodrum my husband completely.But perhaps not unconditionally. Because every time I think about aborting this tryst, I think about our times together. The laughter. The dirty, filthy things we would say to one another.There was the first time I shaved completely, save for that erotic little landing strip worthy of a porn star. It was his insistence, and I fulfilled his command with joy in my heart and an aching around my clit. My husband thought it was for him, and in some way it was. It certainly added spice to our lovemaking.There was that first time I squirted, all over my marital bed, requiring the use of a hair dryer on the mattress and a quick laundering of the sheets. I cried out in surprise, delight, and ecstasy when his words into the phone, and the sound of his orgasm brought me to my own powerful climax.