Eventually, all good things came to an end. Of course, his wife decided that he and I talking wasn't appropriate and he was subsequently forbidden to see me. It was also a big deal with the rest of the neighborhood. People talk. And they will talk about you behind your back. And if they have a concern, they won't tell you. They will just discuss you with everyone else.
I was devastated. I didn't do anything wrong, yet I was being ostracized from my friends. Hubs tried to make the best of things. He had always been grateful for my reaction to the guy because he got me so hot. Hubs reaped all the benefits of it.
But the fire was smoldering. It was building. It started to consume me. My skin was always hot, I couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel if the guy touched me. I fantasized about him grabbing me, pulling me to him, kissing me. Digging his fingers into my back. Biting my neck. Ripping my clothes off. Shuddering as he grabbed my breasts, held onto my waist, and felt how hot I had been for him.
It never happened. So the primal urge I had was never satisfied. The fire had been started and it was burning hotter and was getting dangerously out of control.