A Passionate Affair

“Am I really doing this?” was the only thought I could coherently form as I stepped out of the shower. My hands shook a bit, as I dried myself off with a towel and examined my lady bits to make sure I didn’t cut myself shaving. It had been so long since I made myself smooth in preparation of a hot night. I looked at my body in the mirror. The only other person to have ever set eyes on it since I had my last baby was my husband. I could tell by the sound of the TV he was in the living room, seated in the same spot he had been in since he came home from work- the same spot he sat in every single day after work while I cooked, cleaned, and put the kids to bed. But tonight I was here, after an extra long shower, examining my body in the mirror. I ran my hands over my faint stretch marks on my thighs. I followed the trail of my curves over my fertile hips, my tiny waist, and my milk-filled tits. I was still sexy after all, but holy shit “am I really doing this?”

The couch zombie husband didn’t even say anything when I told him I was going over to Jen’s house for girl’s night. I think he might have muttered something that sounded like “ok, have fun” but I was already halfway in the bedroom to pick out my clothes. A nude spaghetti strap tank top; a pink frilly skirt; a white thong with matching bra. I applied a bit of nude eyeshadow and pink gloss. I brushed my long brunette hair into a half-up-half down ponytail, added a splash of floral perfume, grabbed my purse, and headed out before I could change my mind.

“Am I really doing this?” I turned the ignition and stared at the clock. It was only 6:50. He wasn’t expecting me until 8. I couldn’t wait at home another minute though. I had to get away from that apartment. I had to get away from that life. I put his address into Google Maps. He was 30 minutes away. I had never been to his house. I had never been out with him in public, either. The only time I saw him was at work, where we flirted endlessly. And Facebook, where we flirted dirtily… and heavily… and so passionately that he invited me over on this random Thursday for a movie night. “What if it turns to more that movies?” I asked.

“I’ll try my best to be good. You try your best to be good. If it goes down that path, maybe we can stop at kissing. Or maybe…I can give you something?”

“Give me something?”

“Yeah…like the thing a man can give a woman selflessly. You know… with his tongue?”

“You mean, you want me to lick my pussy until I cum on your tongue, Chris?”

He blushed. I made a man blush. Me, little timid Pinterest mom me.

I decided to drive towards his house. I was early, but I didn’t want to cause the couch zombie to suspect something was wrong. He wasn’t just a couch zombie, after all. Every night, after I fell asleep, he would awaken from his stupor and move to the computer. That’s where his real life was. That’s where I could find evidence of his many affairs if I had the stomach to, which I didn’t. He was also manipulative and mean and often reminded me I wasn’t the prettiest nor the smartest girl he had ever been with. When Chris and I began to get close, he was the first person I confided in about my plan to leave my husband. “With a Sheriff escort probably” I said, “I cannot wait to be free.”

“I can’t wait, either”, Chris replied, “Because then you’ll be mine”

I pulled into a gas station parking lot. I called my best friend, Shannon.

“Am I really doing this?” I blurted the second she answered.

“Oh geez, are you finally headed over to his house?”

“Yeah, I am. I had to stop at a gas station because I’m so nervous, I forgot to put on deodorant before I left. I’m heading over there in a few. I am, right? Yes, I am. Am I? I’m really doing this?”

“YES. You’re really doing this. Relax, go, and have fun, Elli. For fucks sake, go get you some sexy man candy and HAVE FUN.”

She was right. I hadn’t been with anyone in over 10 years. My husband stopped touching me about 2 years ago. “I’m practically a virgin again, you know”

“Yeah, which is why you need this. Come on. Stupid fucking Vince has his fun, while you take care of the kids and the house and try to make things work with him and you don’t see him freaking out or feeling guilty for enjoying himself. Neither should you. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“No, really, Elli, say it. Tell me what you’re going to do.”

“I’m going to have fun”

“Yes, you’re going to have fun. You’re totally doing this”

“I’m really doing this”

“That’s my girl!”

I could always count of Shannon to hype me up. Chris’s house was 20 minutes away still and the time was 8:45 so I hung up, purchased my deodorant, and headed over, repeating “I’m doing this. I’m totally doing this” in a voice I could swear was more Shannon’s than my own.

I was on his street, looking for his house and recognized his car. “Oh my god, I’m doing this. It’s not too late, Elizabeth, you can still turn back and not cheat on your terrible husband.” But I couldn’t turn back. Every fiber of my being wanted this man. Not just for the freak he brought out in me, but the calmness too. He could easily fit into my heart and I already knew it. Meeting him was like hearing a carbon monoxide alarm go off in a house full of invisible poison that gently lulls you to your death. Even still, he was more than a wake up call, he was everything I felt a man should be.

My legs were wobbly as I got out of the car and headed to the door. I adjusted my skirt, and my cleavage and I knocked on the door. He answered. Oh my god, he was gorgeous. So incredibly tall compared to my short stubby couch zombie. His house was dark behind him, shadows casting on his scultped biceps. I wanted to be wrapped in them. He read my mind, “Hi”, and pulled me into him. It was a long hug. He smelled so fucking good. His big body enveloped my petite frame and I felt so calm. I also felt something else…was that? Yes, omg yes, was he hard? I could feel his erection on my thigh. He must have felt me feel it, because he quickly released me and invited me in to his house.

She showed me to the living room, with his giant projector screen and scented candles being the only light. He offered me some wine. I was too nervous to say yes. I plopped on the couch and summoned him next to me. “What should we watch?” he asked. I couldn’t focus on a movie even if I tried, so I shrugged. “Whatever you want” He grabbed the remote and began thumbing through the app. I was memorizing his strong hands, the way he smelled, and the shape of his profile in the dim light. When he found a movie, he leaned back, and put his arm around me. I curled up in the crevice of his armpit and rested my hand on his firm chest. I’m not sure if he was watching the movie, but I wasn’t. I was staring at his shorts, wondering if I would catch a glance of a boner still formed in his pants. The thought turned me on. I started to slowly rub his chest. I wanted to feel his nipples harden without being obvious. I instinctually started to shift, trying to avoid jumping on top of him and taking him then and there.

“So…” he started, “Do you make the first move?”

I sat up straighter to look at him “The first move? Like…kissing?”

He put his thumb under my chin. “Yeah, like kissing”

“No, I would never. I’m a lady” I giggled.

He lured me in with his thumb still on my chin and I felt another man’s lips on mine for the first time since I was in high school. They were full and soft, not full of lies like my husband’s. I could tell he was nervous, because I felt his breath hitch here and there and I felt his heartbeat quicken under my hand. Our lips kept meeting. Every time they pulled away, they were like waves to the shore, constantly crashing into each other. Magnetized in the moonlight. Full storm ahead, quicker and quicker, messier and messier. I couldn’t take it. The freak was coming out. I climbed on top of him. My white thong was damp from excitement. His hands went to my hips as he pressed me against him so I could feel his erection for certain this time. It felt huge.

The kisses never stopped. “We were supposed to be good” he said.

“This is really good” I grinded my hips against his hard cock.

“Are you sure?” The kisses continued. I grinded harder.

“ Yes. I want you”

He grabbed my bare ass cheeks under my skirt and lifted me off the couch to his bedroom. It was darker and colder, but his bed was large and comfy as he lowered me onto it. He stood up and took his shirt off before lowering himself over me. His strong arms were on either side of my head. He reached down for a kiss. A little tiny soft kiss right on my cheek. Another one on the other cheek. He began gifting me a million tiny baby kisses all over my face and my arms and my chest until I giggled so hard my heart cracked open. Let’s face it, it wasn’t going to take much. I touched his beautiful face, “You’re worth it you know”

“No” kiss

“You’re” kiss

“worth” kiss

“it” kiss.

His lips finally met mine again and I didn’t release him. I kept him locked onto me as I sat up and pushed him over and climbed back on top. I sat up straight and I pulled off my top and threw it on the floor. He hands moved all over my chest, squeezing my breasts, pulling at my nipples until I lowered them into his mouth. It was the first time I had been touched in years. “Careful..” I said. “I’m lactating”

He seemed intrigued though, and kept playing with my sensitive nipples until I found myself grinding on his cock again, dripping milk down from my aroused breasts. “I want you” I repeated.

“We were supposed to be good, what are you doing to me?”

I grinded harder. “I want you”

“I want you, too”

“Then take me”

He seemed to slow down for a moment, as if considering it. I could feel his nervous breathing between every kiss. In the next moment, the decision was made. He pushed me off of him, pinned me to the bed and began to kiss my neck. He gently sucked on my earlobe, and followed a trail down from my collarbone to my small waist. He then went down to my foot, and kissed every inch up to my thighs. He slid his hands under my skirt and from both sides of my hips, pulled it all off, until I was naked on his bed, ready for him to do the one thing a man can give selflessly to a woman…”ya know…with his tongue”

He licked between my thigh and my lips, teasing me. I was melting into his seduction, lulled into ecstasy, and that was his cue to go all in. He ravaged my clit with his tongue. I felt myself twitch in his mouth as he ran his mouth up from my wet hole to my swollen clit and back down again. I felt my hips instinctually rock with the motion. I felt my fingertips start to go numb from the impending orgasm and I moaned loudly as I came all over his tongue.

Still catching my breath, I looked down at the sex god before me and I had never wanted a man more in my life. I took his hand and I pulled him up on top of me so I could taste myself on his lips. “Do I get to taste you now?”

“No, selfless, remember?” he grabbed both my hands and kissed them. He pinned them down above my head with one hand. He pulled out his cock, but I couldn’t see it. I could feel it, though. I could feel his big swollen head teasing the outside of my pussy. I rocked my hips, begging “I want you. God I want you. Please take me” He shoved his cock inside me hard, slow, and deep as I moaned “Oh fuck”. He was big and I had never felt so full before. He thrusted inside me, pushing all my creamy cum out and dripping down my ass in a victory puddle he would later remember me by. He quickened his pace, faster and faster, harder. I could hear his balls slapping against me, I could feel my pussy sucking him back in like a vacuum. I couldn’t move my arms or my hands but I was ok with being his prisoner. I never wanted to leave. My eyes rolled back into my head as I came all over his cock. “I’m going to cum” he grunted, and he thrust into me deep, his eyes locked into mine. He kissed me as he twitched inside me.

It wasn’t until he pulled out that I realized just how long he was. I felt stretched out and fully satisfied. We lay there for a long time, both breathless, in the after glow of orgasm and forbidden love. “Thank you for this game of Scrabble by the way. That’s what I told Vince I was doing- playing games at Girl’s Night”

He planted a kiss on my nose “I’m happy you came over”

“Me, too. I can’t believe I did it”

“We did it”

“We’re doing it” And with that, I climbed on him for round two.