Three Steps

He was always three steps behind her as he tried to keep up with her online. He tried to figure out what her password was to her word press blog only to  fail. She had sat back and waited for him to go through the phase that so many men go through.

He was taken by a girl fifteen yrs is junior and the sex was exciting especially for a man who was getting older day by day. She made him feel desirable, alive and wanted and he hadn’t felt like that since prior to retiring.

He was young, wealthy, attractive, intelligent and had it together or that was the impression he gave.  He wasn’t happy, he didn’t feel like he had achieved much in years.

His young girlfriend became parasitic to a certain extent and he just wasn’t into that. He didn’t want another wife and he surely didn’t want more kids. He had run on that field already and wasnt about to do it again.

He had decided to end things with the girlfriend and to go home and try to make it work but he knew that would never happen. His wife would take him back only because it was expected of her being part of the latin community.

He was an arrogant fuck and she had been humiliated by his actions to date a younger woman.  She wanted her marriage to work out but even in her heart of hearts she knew that he had crossed the line of trust and she would never trust him again.

It was truly a sad situation for both of them as both of them were so unhappy but it was expected of them to be the perfect couple which included repairing their beyond repair marriage.

He continued to think about the one woman who had been in the back of his mind for years. He had tried to have fun with a younger woman and he had but even she did not make him happy.

He had no idea what the woman in the back of his mind was doing with her life. He had no idea that she had met someone who she really clicked with. He had no idea she no longer was interested in even meeting him.

She had deleted his picture from her blog and the last picture he posted on facebook of himself was terrible. He looked old and haggard even though he had the brightest green eyes she had ever seen.

She had been very busy with her clientele and she had been honing her craft as a domme. She had met some very influential men that hid their kinky side and came to her to explore it.

She no longer believed that he would ever mature enough to meet her and she really had no desire to deal with a little boy. He was spoiled and full of himself and that really turned her off.

He had never experienced true sensual sex or a truly sensual relationship, he could only fantasize about it but even that would never bring him to the edge of experiencing it.

He had no idea he had lost her attention and spending time with “Clark Kent” was what she lived for, he was the man she now fantasized about and wanted to be with. It was really to bad that bati had lost the only person that could have made him truly happy.