2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Fast forward twenty-five years later and I still thank God I found Tom. Only now things are a little different. My sex drive isn’t the same as it used to be. Our sex life isn’t what it used to be either. Not by a long shot. Now, I spend most of my time fantasizing about my boss, Nikos, fucking me twelve ways to Sunday.
Don't you judge me.
You would do the same thing if you saw what I’m seeing right now; a Greek God in his late forties, dressed to kill, his dark hair styled into a buzz-cut making his beautiful green eyes pop. Think Brad Pitt in Fight Club. Yep. Exactly. Oh, and did I mention his 5 o'clock shadow beard and his strong, lean body?
Don't get me wrong, I love my husband with all my heart, but time's one wicked mother fucker. It takes that spark and grinds it to dust until no single speck of it is left. Until it's only a vague memory of how things used to feel. And that hurts. I miss that feeling. I wish I could experience it all over again.
When was the last time you experienced a mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasm while making love to your husband? The last time you felt butterflies in your stomach because you couldn't wait to see him again? Touch him again? Fuck him again? Can you even remember?
Exactly.
So, yes, since I got this new job my crime is that I fantasize about bringing this man into our bedroom.
Having my husband watch us together.
I don’t care that he’s my boss.
I can’t stop thinking about it.
How he will feel.
Smell.
Taste.
Am I crazy to be considering telling Tom about it? Maybe I am.
Will he freak out and tell me I’m insane? Probably. Will he think less of me or make me regret telling him? Maybe he will. But I’ll never know unless I tell him.
After all, Tom and I have been through hell together; Four years apart while I was waiting for him to finish his studies on the other side of the country. Then came his enlistment in the military right after he got his degree. Then the fertility treatments. Then, my father’s sudden passing and my consequent resignation from a job I hated.
My whole world had imploded and I wanted out. I felt like I had broken the shackles and was finally free. At least from my job, because I had no control over how the fertility treatments would go and if we were going to have our own baby someday eventually. Tom was also tired of missing out on holidays, birthdays, and important events whenever a fire broke out or some other calamity struck. We both needed to slow down.
I needed a place where I’d feel the wind in my hair, the sun on my face, and the earth beneath my feet. Not just concrete everywhere. And I needed the sea, the mountains, and a quieter way of life. So, a few weeks after my fortieth birthday, we decided to relocate to Europe and decided on one of the most underrated Greek islands-Lesvos. Mithymna, to be more specific, a quaint little village better known as Molyvos where Tom works as a Fire Lieutenant Paramedic.