Married Guy

In a world where rules are set,
I found myself in a tempting bet.
Reconnecting with friends from the past,
Under the table, it happened so fast.

He was married. I dont mess with them.
Its the rule I follow -I always claim.
But today I felt different, not quite myself,
And having him next to me was something else.

His thigh brushed against mine,
A sensation that felt just fine.
Could it be accidental, or maybe more,
A sign that he desired me for sure?

The rush of teenage feelings ignited,
Curiosity and excitement collided.
I nudged him back, a playful game,
Yet reminding myself of his marital claim.

He was attractive, smart, and nerdy too,
The kind of guy I'm typically drawn to.
We chatted and laughed, he held my attention,
Performing, charming, creating a tension.

Thigh against thigh, the pressure growing,
Testing the waters, with our desires showing.
He nudges back, harder this time, I realise
he’s doing this on purpose!, cant be otherwise

A touch on the back of his jeans,
A response that couldn't be unseen.
A call and response, building the heat,
A 'yes, I do' that made my heart beat.

The 'will they/won't they' dance we shared,
A rarity in the dating world ensnared.
Most encounters now lack the mystery,
As we already know the outcome, unfortunately.

"But this guy has a wife."

Yet this forbidden affair had a different allure,
Every touch and gesture, temptation pure.
I knew it couldn't go anywhere far,
But the 'maybe' in that moment was a shooting star.

I admit, I'm bad, but the story unfolds,
Stick with me, let the truth be told.
Underneath the table, our secret space,
A touch, a connection we both embrace.

I know I shouldn't, but I desire him still,
Forbidden fruit, it's hard to resist the thrill.
His grip on my thigh, feet intertwined,
A yearning inside, impossible to bind.

Call and response, the question lingers,
'You want to?' and my answer hesitates, then lingers.
Desire fills my being, a hunger unveiled,
No longer casual, this is something I've hailed.

Amidst conversations with friends so dear,
He touches me and my longing becomes clear.
My body aches, craving his touch,
To feel him inside me, a feeling so much.

I want to turn my head and speak the words,
To satisfy this hunger, to release the birds.
Trembling with possibility, I intercept,
I ask with confidence, bold and direct.

"How would your wife feel about this game?"
"She doesn't have to know", he casually claims.
I push him into the bathroom, the moment takes flight,
Touching him, gripping him tight.

Unzipping his pants, a trembling hand,
Stroking him softly, tempers fanned.
The heat intensifies, a drop of desire,
As he moans in pleasure, my yearning higher.

Yes, I fucked him, I must confess,
His filthy words, a ravenous caress.