Succumb to Temptation

A woman in her 40’s, attractive, divorced and deeply frustrated both sexually and emotionally, by the men in her own aged group. Temptation comes knocking and she finally gives in to temptation.

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Brenda sighed deeply as she dropped her bag in the hallway. She had just returned from her early morning swim, and had hoped that a good long swim would release some of the frustration and tension that had been building up for past few days. It had worked, briefly, taking her mind of things, but, with the prospect of a long weekend ahead, she knew it wasn’t going to last. She sighed again and walked on through to the kitchen. After all the rushing around and little panics of the last few weeks, it all seemed like an anti-climax. She filled a glass with orange juice from the fridge and then walked over to the kitchen window and gazed out of it, as she drank the juice.

I suppose I could catch up on the gardening, she thought. What with getting her son ready for his first year at university, she’d neglected the garden a little; well actually quite a lot really. She told herself aloud “Yes, that’s what I’ll do!” But for the moment, she continued stand by the kitchen sink, gazing out of the window pondering her life. I’m alone, she told herself. Well, ok not really “along”, but that’s how she felt, now that both the children were at Uni. So not really “alone” because she had friends, an ok social life, a dozen employees etc. But still, it was going to be odd, having the house to herself, except for the holiday when her son was home. Mind it wasn’t as if she had needed to do much; both her children, John and Karen, were very independent kids, and had always helped around the house. The she felt something brush against her leg and there was meow. She glanced down at her feet.