Enough For Me

He was right; we did have to buy a second bottle of lube to finish out the last four days of my vacation. By the time he took me to the airport for my return flight, waiting with me and being sure that I got on the plane safely we were both sore as hell. We hadn't decided if this would ever happen again but I knew it would. I knew that I was his as much as his beautiful wife was. I was neither jealous of her, nor did I resent her. We each of us had a different part of the same man. The part that he could give to each of us and, for now, that would be enough for me.