Thursday Night near York... Michelle & Jan; a real-life sketch by Michelle Leboussy (MLFun).

I went to a club far from home, about four hours drive.

I told my hubby I was going away for the weekend with a girlfriend. After the four hour trip, when I got there, I met a boyfriend, someone I played with casually from time to time.

Oh, yes, I want him... but tonight I'm in mood for something else. We checked in as a couple, Michelle and "him. " Changed, relaxed, no sex; not yet.

We went downstairs and mingled. Then in the kitchen we met this couple: him OK, nothing wild (in appearance); her... my type... wanted her from the minute we first exchanged glances and flirted...

Another couple joined our conversation. Then, Jan (nor her real name) said, lets talk in Marcia's & Jim's room. We went. Just us girls.

Oh, I knew she wanted me and I wanted her. The room was downstairs. We left the guys talking nonsense. She grabed my hand and said, "Michelle, come, let's have some girl time. "

I smiled and looked into her eyes and replied: "I love girl time with someone like you. " She said: "And that's.... " I interrupted: "I want you. " She moved her lips closed to mine. I thought "She's goint to kiss me. " And she kissed me briefly. My heart raced; I held her hand.

Inside the room with kissed... and loved... all three of us. And I knew then I'd love her all this weekend. We came. So intense, so tender. I felt I'd love her forever. We kissed and kissed and touched and loved so tenderly after we all came... and I thought: 'I could never do this with a guy. It's so totally different. ' I fell in love with her. Love at first sight. All that weekend we loved each other, always in between the other sex that went on with the guys and other couples. We danced together so sensually. I wish it never ended. There was an invisible intimacy between her and I that became real each time we came in each other's arms.

After that weekend, I've never seen her again. She is several hours south of there and I'm several hours north. A fleeting love affair? She called me; I called her. We talked. But it seems our hubbies and us never made the trip back. We never hooked up again.

In my fantasies we both leave our hubbies and go far away together to a life full of lust and fun and tenderness and love... She felt the same way...

Not too long ago I thought: "Why can't we live our fantasies? Well, we are married; to nice guys. Not giving it up. Not now. Not ever? Will I ever give myself to another woman I really love? Or will I stay married and keep having flints and loves just to fade away each time..?

No way to tell. Jan, I love you. Why should we both be so conventional..? Oh, Michelle, your fantasies... your emotions... your loves... why am I so romantic and so sexual? Oh, because I love me and this life.

Oh, yes, the guy, my boyfriend... We still are friends, party together and have lots of torrid sex. My hubby back home? Hmmm, well, we're still 'together' or whichever you want to call it. Maybe my fantasies are too costly, too far out. Or maybe not. Perhaps I need someone who will make me do it. A devil woman... a devil guy... Do what? Fly away and be free and love and love and love...

Tomorrow is another day... another adventure... another chance...