Electricity shot through my body as his lips brushed against my neck. I could feel his fingertips running up my thighs. I felt so alive in this moment. I held my breath as his lips moved closer to mine. I wanted to kiss him so badly. I needed to feel his touch, to touch him in return. It was the only thing that kept me sane and allowed me to get through my day. To meet and caress my estranged lover was all I needed to finish a long hard day of work.
"I've been thinking about you all day." He whispers in my ear after he teases my lips with his own. Refusing to touch mine in order to torture me and arouse me even further.
"Oh yeah? Prove it! Kiss me!" I whisper to him in an attempt to hold back the desperation in my voice.
He grins his mischievous grin and slams his lips into mine. The war raging inside of me to keep my control turned into a full fledged war as his hard lips molded into mine. I tried to hold back but as soon as I felt his fingers press onto the swell of my breast I lost it. I savagely attacked him. Throwing my body weight into him until his back hit the wall behind him. He let out a grunt but protested no further. He squeezed my body to his as I ran my hands through his silky hair. I needed this.
"Come home with me. Let me show you how much I want you." With the word 'Home' my body froze. The guilt of knowing what was waiting for me at my home ate at my heart. I placed my hands on his chest and slowly pushed myself off of him. My husband. My trusting, faithful husband lay at wait for me to come home. And here I am throwing myself into my lovers arms. He knew. He knew I was married but still he professed his love for me in hopes that I will leave my husband.
I stare into his eyes. How beautiful they are. How they stare back at me with complete adoration. The guilt seeps further into my heart.
"I uh... I have to go. I will call you later." I say to him while looking down. Suddenly attracted to the discusting concrete floor outside of the bar where we meet.
"Please, please stay. I... I'm sorry for mentioning it again. Please stay." He pleads with me. But I can't. The damage has already been done. I walk away in a hurry, trying to get as much space between us as possible. I get into my car parked down the road and start my journey home. Fifteen minutes later I pull into the driveway of my beautiful but lonely house.
My husband is home. I can see his black Mercedes parked outside the house. I take a deep breath and slowly exit my car and make my way to the front door. As I walk in i'm overwhelmed by the sweet scent of my unsuspecting husband. He is watching his favorite movie on the couch. I'm not surprised he waited for me to get home before he went to bed. He always does. This lovely, wonderful man always thinks of ways to appease me. I wish I could be what he deserved. He has always been there for me, ever since the beginning. We married just out of high school. He was my high school sweetheart. But our excitement was gone. There was no longer any lust in our marriage. We still cared deeply for each other but lately I've needed a little something more... That is where my lover comes in. I love him as well. He gives me what I need. What my husband can't. I love both men in completely different ways.
I place my hand on his shoulder and he jolts awake but soon relaxes as he realizes it is me. He signs and smiles his big beautiful loving smile up at me. "Roza."