Three Minutes After Midnight
It's been years. The temptation was too much as she flirted. It felt good. Fuck, my wife and I don't even go through the motions anymore.
Hi everyone, this is a very special story, co-authored by one of my founding members while taking my flash fiction class. Joe is also my Age Gap muse, and I love how he thinks, and I loved writing with him on this effort. Enjoy.
The buzz of the store's lights at midnight were mesmerizing as I stood in line at the checkout, staring at the candy bars. There was a time I got sent out this late for lube, but these days our marriage was sexless, and so I'm here for fucking bell peppers.
"Sir, Are you ready," the checker asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm always ready," I said jokingly.
"Having a good day?" she asked, smiling at the joke.
I looked at my watch, then at her tits, "12:03, it's been a great three minutes so far."
"I'm glad I could help," she said, biting her lip.
"Sorry, I, I was just checking out your name badge. Um, I... Sorry, I'm married." I said trying to cover my tracks and floundering horribly.
"I get off soon, we could to hang out?" she said, raising an eyebrow and giving me a smile. She must have been thirty years younger than me, and she was coming on to me, it made me smile. "If it helps, I'm married too. I'm guessing, since we are both here, now, we both have nothing to look forward to at home."
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