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Soulmate

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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She wanted to fuck him, this man not her husband, right now, at her daughter's wedding, in the bridal party's dressing room.

Kathy saw him for the first time as he entered the reception room and greeted her daughter. A warm feeling formed in her chest, her heart fluttered and her breathing quickened. The feeling moved to her stomach where she felt a hunger for him and could have hugged and held him to her for eternity. The feeling moved lower still and she felt him there too.

Her daughter introduced him as Jerry, a colleague, and Kathy recognized that she had just met one of her soulmates. It was a fortuitous encounter. Although she had numerous soulmates all over the world - a situation we all share - they are exceedingly hard to find. Her last had been her husband and that had been twenty-two years earlier.

She wondered about the differences between her husband and this man. Her husband was a family man, a quiet man, a hard-working man, and a moderately passionate man. Jerry was a handsome man, wore an expensive suit, so there was some money there, and a very sociable man about-the-world. He wore no ring. She wondered what kind of person she would have become, had she married this man.

Kathy freed her imagination to build on what little she knew of him and imagined a happier life than she had now. Unhappiness had entered her marriage years before when her husband had betrayed their marriage with another woman, one whom he could not claim as one of his soulmates.

After much champagne, dancing, and giggling, she took Jerry's hand and led him to the dressing room.

She was happy. The wrongness of this made a rightness, a re-balancing in her marriage. There remained only one more ritual.  Later, Kathy brought her husband to the dressing room for her encore performance.



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