When I  had the argument with my husband I would not have walked out if my children were still at school. 

I left with my mobile and a coat.

"Paul, can I see you."

"Yes, when?"

"Now, can you pick me up?"

When Paul arrived I must have been crying. He knew something was wrong.

"We will go to my place and you can tell me all about it."

Before I did not want to be seen in public with him, but I let him hug me and I felt better.

When we reached his house all I said was. "I want you."

Paul took me by the hand and led me to bed.

Once his arms around me were naughty, sexy, exciting. That day they were safe and comforting.

I did nothing, I accepted his embrace, his touch and his manhood. It was not exciting, it was warm, loving and comforting. He only took me once and then we lay together.

"Can I stay?" I asked.

He never asked how long or why. He just asked if I needed anything, and we arranged to pick up my things while my husband was at work.

When we got back to his place we unpacked and he asked. "How long would you like to stay?"

"I don't know." I admitted.

"Then it may be some time?"

I nodded. 

"Good." Paul said more pleased than I expected.

Paul sat me on the bed and took me. He took me without a condom. I did not object. Was he committing to me? He must have been, we are still together.

After the first time I took control. I don't do that often but I did then. I was so happy. Happy he wanted me there. Happy he wanted me and happy he let me have what I wanted.

The heat of his manhood spread through me. It warmed me and has never stopped warming me.

Once or twice he has made my face burn with embarrassment. 

He still had some surprises for me, most shocked me.