Chapter 4

I love Naomi and, in most situations, I am not going to put her at greater risk, because of the stupid beliefs of illogical people. After I breastfeed Naomi and change her diaper, she will sleep for hours. Therefore, it is safe to leave her in her crib and go jogging for thirty minutes. I can run two miles, the distance I usually run, in fifteen minutes, but I may be gone for thirty minutes. Usually, I do not go grocery shopping unless Daniel is home. However, if he is not home, I will leave Naomi sleeping in her crib for up to an hour. Even if she wakes up, she is safe in her crib.

People tell me, “What if someone kidnaps her out of the house?” Other than family members, that happened once in the USA in the last twenty-five years and it made national news. Others say, “What if there is a fire?” If there is a fire in a modern home, it is something a human does, such as cooking. In older homes, fires have started from electrical wiring or heating equipment. However, that is not possible in modern homes, unless some renter, or homeowner, adds, or changes, something. Because it is tragic and especially, because it is rare for a child to die in a home fire, that is national news.

Assuming ten percent of deaths and injuries in car accidents are children, in the USA, ten children a day die in car accidents, and over six hundred are injured. However, that is never in the news, so that is not what people think about. Instead, they point out things that happen once or twice every year, or even once every twenty years.

Therefore, if I take Naomi with me to the grocery, not only it is inconvenient, but she is one thousand times more at risk of death or injury in our car, than in any of the extremely rare possibilities that people want to talk about. I will never leave Naomi in our car while I dash into the store to buy something. That is not because I believe she would be in danger, but if someone sees an infant alone in a car, they will call the police and I do not want to deal with that.

I said all of that, so people reading my story would not think I am a bad mother. I am a very good mother and I am a better mother than most mothers.

It is early March and it is warm enough to go jogging in my running shorts. I believe a wife should stay in shape for her husband but, even more, she should stay in shape for herself. However, jogging can get tiring especially, when running alone. Therefore, when there is a fun run near where I live, I will enter and run in the fun run. From March until Thanksgiving, there are usually several fun runs each month ranging from one mile to 10km. On Saturday, I entered and ran in a 10km fun run. That is six miles, three times further than my daily jogs. Nevertheless, I can easily run six miles if I run at a slightly slower pace. Fun runs are great places to meet guys. Find a cute guy running at your pace and chat during the run and maybe afterward. Typically, they are good-looking and most are college graduates, or they are in college, unless they are younger. Moreover, most are sexy and in very good condition.

I keep asking Daniel to go jogging with me and sometimes he does, but he is not much into jogging. However, he, and some of the guys he hangs out with, play basketball after work several times a week.

Recently, while jogging, I met and jogged with Nathan. Nathan is a senior and was the starting QB at our high school. He told me he has a scholarship at the University, he will enroll at the University this summer, and that he was recruited to be a defensive back. Nathan is much faster than me for short distances, but I ran slower so he could keep up with me over the two-mile run. Quarterbacks are not distance runners, but he was running so he would be in good shape when he enrolled in the university. Most freshmen don’t start, but Nathan might, since he is that good of an athlete.

Nathan lives nearby and after running with him for several days, we informally agreed that we would run together five days a week. It is nice to have someone to run with and we push and encourage each other on days one of us does not feel like jogging and would otherwise skip that day. Nathan is very good-looking, sexy, and obviously has good genes.

While jogging, Nathan and I would flirt, but nothing serious. I thought about it but decided that I was happy with Daniel and I shouldn’t cheat on him. The times I did cheat were exciting and I don’t regret them. However, after fucking a half dozen other guys, I satisfied my curiosity and decided that I wasn’t going to cheat on Daniel anymore. However, in late March, after Nathan and I had been jogging together for several weeks, I realized Daniel was fucking Emma.

Of course, I could not prove that Daniel was fucking Emma. He would not invite me to watch and I can’t prove what happens behind closed doors, therefore, there was no way to prove it, at least not directly. However, Daniel started working late three nights a week and his pay was increased to show his extra work. Of course, Daniel is smart enough that he would not tell me he was working late unless there was proof.

However, I was convinced Daniel and Emma were fucking, when Daniel stopped fucking me three nights a week, and would only fuck me once a week and even then, he wasn’t much into it. I didn’t believe their affair would last more than a couple of months, but during that time, I am not getting fucked like I deserved. Therefore, I decided Nathan and I would fuck, at least until June, when he goes off to the university.

We often flirted, so I knew Nathan would fuck me. Moreover, since we jog together, it would be convenient and not raise suspicions. The jogging trail is adjacent to the land a timber company owns. Anywhere along the jogging trail, if you step off the jogging trail one hundred feet, or so, onto their property, no one will see you.

Normally, I wear ladies jogging shorts but today I dressed in a tight fighting pullover, without a bra, and my very skimpy denim hot pants, which showed much of my asscheeks.