Infidelity in the Algarve

Claire had smeared with a factor of 20, put the towel straight back on her beach bed and lay down on her back. After a year of hard work, they were now on vacation together for a week in the Algarve. Next to her was her husband with whom she dated for thirty-two years. They had met in high school when they were about fifteen years old. Nine years later, they married each other. Florian was the love of her life and she hoped to grow old with him. She regularly fantasized about how they would look after their grandchildren together later. They had three daughters and she knew they would make a great grandpa and grandma. Their eldest daughter was twenty-four, so it would take a while. She had been in a serious relationship for a while but wanted to finish college first. Claire thought it was important for her daughters to develop into independent women, that they could make their own decisions and not depend on a man. That's how she had always been in life.

Florian could lie on his beach bed for hours without saying a word. His bed was right in the sun and every hour he turned it along with the position of the sun. She loathed that. She wondered why that was, was it because of his vanity that didn't like her, or did she think she was getting too little attention from him? She has noticed more and more in recent years that he had so little attention for her. He seemed to retire to his own world. He also never told anything of himself again. She had to ask everything and then he did say something, but never again with the enthusiasm he used to have. Five days a week, he worked in the office, and in the evening after dinner, he plopped his sweatpants on the couch in front of the television. If she suggested doing something fun together over the weekend, he usually didn't feel like. He himself has never proposed anything again lately.

Claire never lasted long on a beach bed. She soon got bored and couldn't lie still for long either. She did enjoy the view; the couples who were against each other and the families with children. There was always plenty to see on the beach. While observing the people around her, suddenly a boy of about thirty stopped a few meters away from her. He took his towel out of his backpack and placed it at the same height as where she was lying. She thought it was a bit embarrassing to keep looking at him, so she turned her head to the sea. He started to undress slowly. He was big and had a good figure. He pulled off his belt and slipped his pants down his long legs. She couldn't resist looking his way again. Under his jeans, he had a tight swimsuit. She saw his tightened glutes through it. In one move, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, as men can do. He casually threw it next to his bag. He had a nice suntanned body and she enjoyed the sight. It felt like he had undressed in front of her. Maybe that was the case, because while she thought so, he looked her way and laughed seductively at her. She laughed back but felt a little uncomfortable about it. He lay down on his back, his arms and legs spread slightly.

More and more Claire realized that the rut had entered her marriage. That rut also had an impact on their sex life, because that was on the back burner in the last year. She had pulled out all kinds of things, but nothing helped. They had also often talked about it with each other. Every time she had made it clear to Florian, that she was still longing for it, needed it, but he didn't seem to interest. Florian promised again and again that he would make more effort, but in the end it stayed with empty promises. He liked life like that, it didn't have to be so necessary from him. Claire tried to turn it off, but the loss persisted. She was constantly in dubio. If it was a reason to leave the love of her life, it might still be fine, had she resigned to it or were there still alternatives? She loved Florian a lot and they actually had a pretty nice time together. And does not happen any more common when you've been together for thirty-two years? She didn't remember. But she did know she felt neglected and not taken seriously. Florian just had a grind on her, yet she had indicated so many times that she wasn't happy. How could it be that he didn't want to bother anymore and was satisfied with the situation? Sometimes she even doubted whether he still loved her.