He was there again, what was his name? Mike, Matt, no wait, Mark.  She almost left when she saw him, sitting at one of the cocktail tables alone, watching the televisions and drinking a beer. It's not that she didn't like the guy- quite the contrary- she liked him too much.<br/><br/>Patricia loved her husband, she really did. But... there's always a but, right?  But like, there was just so much missing between her and Chris these days. Like when they had first gotten married it had been so hot and amazing, love and sex, physical and emotional. Then what, ten years or so had passed, they had two kids, he had gone from the great job that excited him to one that just seemed to leave him drained. Trish was an old fashioned woman in a lot of ways, she had tried to be docile and supportive, really she had, but with every passing month and year, their marriage had sunk deeper into a funk.<br/><br/>Was some of it her fault?  Of course. After the first baby it had been a while before they had sex again, and that may have been the start of the rift in bed. It became mechanical, something you do because you're supposed to. After their second, gosh it was like the well went dry or something. And with no well of course the crops shrivel and die. Her weight gain probably didn't help, but neither did his poor attitude about his job she would tell herself. Or that he would rather take care of himself sometimes than even be with her. So she had gotten her own toy, and that solved some of the physical problems, and they went further apart. Fifties sitcoms showed couples in separate beds, and for Trish that started to make sense.<br/><br/>So she had found some other outlets. Those silly chat lines out there, local hot singles in your area that want to talk?  Well she wasn't single, but she had played around on those. There was some hot stuff, exciting, arousing, and it made her feel desired. But it was hit or miss, and very impersonal. In fact she had started more roleplaying on it- she was way more popular as a 20 year old college girl than a 36 year old married mom.  So after a while, despite filling in a bit of blanks for sexiness, that got boring.<br/><br/>What she really liked was the attention. Like directed at her. Sure she was a bit heavy now, but still she was a pretty blonde, and she craved affection and even just flirtation. Her latest game, for the last few months, had been going out alone, to the city and away from her sleepy suburb. Chris spent a lot of time at the office, or even on the road, and so she would take the kids to her mother's and go have fun. Mostly harmless, flirting and talking and dancing. Here and there an extra feel and once or twice a kiss.<br/><br/>Which was how she had met Mike - crap Mark. It was a little fuzzy of course, but she remembered most of it pretty clear. Mark, they'd talked, and flirted, and danced. It was fun, like a guy ten years younger totally into her, and that's what really happened. Too many drinks, loss of judgement-but she did need a ride- and well she got that too. A ride: totally into her. In the bed she shared with her husband.<br/><br/>So yeah, Trisha almost bounced when she saw him, before he saw her. She had the night to herself, but considered that a mistake. A fun, exciting, dirty, sexy mistake. But definitely like, well she knew she should feel guilty about it, even if she didn't. Then their eyes met, he was smiling, good looking boy too, and now she felt more guilty about running away than she did about cheating on Chris. So she headed over to his table.<br/><br/>"Expecting company?"