Patty stared at the window, bored out of her mind. It was a dull life, being a housewife, when she had never planned on becoming one. Her husband was wealthy,

but never seemed to be there, always traveling for work, always focused on his career.

It hadn't been that way before they got married, of course, but now, that was her reality. She had gotten used

to it, of course, but didn't like it, not one bit. So when the delivery man that came by

almost three times a week, thanks to her shopping habits, showed up. She smiled to herself. Patty had imagined

having an affair for so long, just to escape the dull monotony her life had become. She had tried

to remain faithful. She truly had, but seeing how her husband refused to change his lifestyle, even in the slightest.

After their last argument, that unwavering determination was no longer inside her.

If he doesn't want me, there are plenty of men who will, she told herself, loosening up the robe that covered her

otherwise naked body. Patty was in her late 30s, but her trim, sveled body could have been mistaken

for that of a 20-year-old. Boredom prompted her to hit the gym often, maintaining her curves youthful, her legs

shapely, her stomach taut. Her hair was long and blonde. Her skin unblemished, thanks to the

endless supply of beauty treatments her husband's money could pay for. And the delivery man, Dean,

also had it going on. There was no denying that. He was no older than 25, and it looked like

he was into sports. The uniform he had to wear while working his rounds let Patty notice his muscles easily.

Broad shoulders, pearly smirk, strong arms. Yes, that was just the distraction Patty needed.

There was no doubt about it. And so, she opened the door, grinning at the younger man,

licking her full lips in a way that left Lil to the imagination. They had been dancing this

little tango for a long time now, always flirting, always playful, but never actually crossing the line. Not until today anyways. But that was

certainly about to change, and the glimmer of desire in the blonde woman's eyes made it all too clear.

Hi, Mrs. Hammond, he said as usual, letting his stare roll up and down her curves openly.

It was no secret he wanted her, but he wasn't going to start an affair with a married woman

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