On the other Foot

Warmth invaded her body. Luna's insides on pleasant fire.
His touch a glow. The afterglow ran wild from her core
to the outer reaches of her limbs. A flame devoured her
from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
Both spent, Luna gently let him slip his "katana" free
from the in between that began with spark then
lit up the room.
She sighed, breathed deeply, her eyes on the man she did
not love but gave her a lift when needed.
A shower bathed her in joy until cleanliness washed her worries
down the drain.
As she slipped her bra on, only needing her blouse to dress, her
casual, they call it FWB, now asked, “Are you going already. Stay awhile.”
“No can do. Our business lunch with entertainment is over. Now I need the arms of the man I love, my husband.”
She disappeared.
“Which one is this?” She thought, “I think it’s over a hundred by now.”
The first time it gnawed her guts, it got easier, eventually no more shame
Or guilt. Deep inside, pun intended, a sense that she deserved what she
never discovered at home. She always made certain to attend to her darling, but
keep him blind. So far, so good.
She hurried home eager to see his face and walked in on him with  another in bed.
She gasped.
Her man and the woman finished in the throes of passions. He stood, nude, and declared, “You thought I didn’t know”
Luna sat down and sobbed.
The woman got out of bed and walked over to Luna and took her in her arms.
“It’s okay. Don’t feel bad. Your husband gives me something I don’t get at home.
Want to join us?”
The startled Luna said, “Really?” Then smiled. “Okay.”