Weekend Warfare

I've been married for five years now but we're both content with being a single front in our household. I'm okay not having another person to come home to and he's fine without the domestic pressure. The thing is, he recently deployed overseas which left me on my own during his four-month absence. For weeks it was alright but as spring rolled into summer, cabin fever started setting in. My friends were all busy with their own lives and I couldn't just walk down to the nearest bar, introduce myself as a military spouse looking for some casual fun, that would have been too complicated. So one weekend I decided enough was enough. After making sure he wouldn’t be calling any time soon (he's usually incommunicado), I packed up my car and drove two hours inland to where there’s an off-the-books swingers club known more by word of mouth than reputation. It’s a little rundown, but the people are friendly and I didn't expect anything fancy. As it turns out, it was all fine, I spent one night with three different men that evening. The first, his name was Mark and he looked like he just walked off a college campus; fresh-faced and eager. We had fun but nothing mind-blowing. Then came Jack, an older gentleman, maybe in his late thirties or early forties who was experienced and knew how to work me up. I thought it would end there but another guy named David took interest too. David was the best experience of them all. He had this way of talking dirty that made my body tingle even before we got started. In one room, with just us two, he led me through every position imaginable until finally we ended up in a bathtub filled with warm water where it felt like I'd never leave, and wouldn't want to. It was incredible. By the end of that night, despite being exhausted, I wished I could have stayed longer but morning came and so did reality. As soon as dawn broke, I packed my car back up and drove home feeling invigorated in a way that four months at sea couldn’t provide for him, this was just me taking care of myself while he was away. I know some might look down on what I did but it’s not their decision to make. If anything, the only thing anyone needs to worry about is whether I’m okay and if his return has changed my mind. For now though, I'm quite content with my weekend escapade.