Adultery

"I think she got drunk with Andy's mom earlier." We heard the voice too close. It didn't stop me; I rolled her nipples in circles. She held her silence though, it was possibly the hottest sexual experience of my life and when she placed her fingers between her pubis and my dick and began to rub her clit it was too much. I began to come and my cock pulsed as it pressed my cum into her. Her mouth flew open wide as she struggled to stifle whatever sound was threatening to break loose and she worked her fingers feverishly as I tortured her tits.

"I got it. Lets go," the voice said. She was rocking now. The look of pain on her face matched the intensity of the sensations that my cock was suffering through, the intensity almost too much to bare.

We heard the door close and with the sound it freed her to thrash fore and aft on my hips. I released her tits to grip her hips and raised myself off the bed to keep my member inside of her. How it managed to maintain any sort of stiffness was a mystery to me and I had to give the credit entirely to the desirability of this marvelous woman.

"Oh my god." She whispered in my ear when she was finished. "That was incredible."

"You are incredible." I whispered back.

I wanted to lie with her enjoying being with her but it was difficult. I think she felt it too. It was a deep and menacing fear that at any moment we would be discovered. Part of me didn't mind. The part of me that fell in love with her at that first kiss wouldn't care in the least what the consequences were. The rest of me was a coward.

We heard a car door and it caused us to both spring up. I dressed furiously as she scurried out of the bedroom. She was back a moment later.

"It was across the street."

"I should go."

"Hurry."

I tried to kiss her again as I left but panic had set in and she pushed me out the door. I began my walk home. I was at the end of the block when my phone began to buzz furiously in my pocket. I pulled it out to see her contact flash across the screen.

"Yes." I answered cautiously.

"Hey."

"Is everything all right?" I asked, the terror building.

"No."

"What happened?"

"I just had the greatest sex of my entire life and instead of saying something sweet I threw you out the door without even a good night kiss."

"But nothing happened?"

"Isn't that enough."

"You scared the shit out of me calling me like this."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk to you."

I started to relax. I turned left when I should have turned right just to create a longer walk.

"Is it okay? Is it okay that I wanted to talk to you?"

"Yeah." Shit, this was bad. "It's more than okay."

We had the most ridiculous of discussions as I walked around in circles in the late hours of the night. It was closing in on midnight, I had just had my first adulterous experience of my almost twenty year marriage and we were discussing the Muppet Movies and how Kermit was co-dependent.

"Shit, that's Reed home for the night. I should go."

"Do I get to see you again?" I asked.

"Do you want to?" she asked back.

"Desperately."

"Shit. I'll call you tomorrow." She whispered and the phone went silent.

I sat out front smoking the last cigarette in the pack desperate for the phone to vibrate again. It never did. I sat silently and watched my son slink in thirty minutes after curfew slipping in the side gate rather than using the front door. I didn't care.

I hated myself when I crawled into bed. I hated the woman that snored quietly beside me. I hated the woman that had appeared mysteriously out of nowhere to lead me to these revelations and I hated Tracey for showing up and ruining my happy hour. I didn't expect to sleep. I just laid there in the darkness and the quiet. It was almost two when the phone buzzed again on my nightstand. I suspected I was getting some score update but I had to know. It buzzed again.

"I think I love you," read the first.

"Shit. Ignore that," read the second.

I slid my thumb right to left over her name and then deleted the entire exchange.

"I know what you were doing all night," said a muffed voice beside me. I was for the second time in the same night paralyzed with fear. "You stink of it."

"What?!" I protested but I could smell it too. I smelled of sex.

"Cigarettes. Throw them out."

"They are gone." I whispered.

"Don't snore," she said. Silence returned. I don't know how long it took but I eventually stopped thinking long enough to sleep.