It was a brisk Thursday in January and, despite the breezy cold, the sun was shining. The contrast of the glimmering, melting snow against the radiant sunshine was a paradox of reality that I seemed to grapple with in my own daily life. I paused getting ready and my mind began racing, torturing my ability to focus. I snapped out of my lingering gaze and finished buttoning my trench coat. I subconsciously smiled as I grabbed the car keys, my heart fluttered at the feeling of the brisk wind, and my face was gently warmed by the glaring sun. I bit my lip as I ignited the white sports coupe and excitedly raced into the streets. The roaring engine shook my lingering thoughts and suddenly I was left with one drilling, exciting thought. I was on my way to have an affair.
Aaron lived in a trendy apartment building downtown, not far from my picturesque home in the suburbs. The drive was just long enough to give me second thoughts, every single time. God, that first time; I was so nerve-stricken I had to stop the car twice before I was sure of meeting up. Even this time, I fought back the thoughts of shame and fear that afflicted me.
What kind of person cheats on their husband? What possessed me to desire the feel of another man so badly? It never mattered how many times I asked myself those questions. By the time my thoughts had escalated that far, I was already at the apartment building, and my dick was already semi-hard.
Quickly, I jumped out of the car and headed for the entrance. I sent a quick text to Aaron to let him know I was here. I hated standing on the sidewalk where anyone could see me. The area was very gay-friendly and I knew several acquaintances, gay men, who lived in the building. I couldn't imagine what excuse I would come up with to explain being there. They would see right through my lie. In reality, it only took 30 seconds for the door to unlock, but it felt like an eternity. I constantly glanced over my shoulder, expecting to see anyone I recognized or, God forbid, my husband.
With the door unlocked, I rushed inside and shook the cold off me. Taking the elevator to the fourth floor was constantly tempting, but I always chose the stairs because they were hardly ever used. Quickly, I paced down the quiet hallway until I neared the door to Aaron's apartment. As I approached, I slowed my pace but couldn't keep my heart from racing. I fixed my windswept, blonde hair and quietly rapped on the wooden door.
The lock slowly turned and I was greeted by the most gorgeous half-naked man I have ever known. His slight six pack and pronounced pecs immediately grabbed my eyes, and my mouth watered. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside, wrapping me in his arms with a tender, yet powerful hold. He was several inches taller than me, and my cheeks were pressed against his shaved chest. I could hear his heart pulsing as he warmly moaned.
He released his grasp on my slender body and I immediately went for a kiss. His full, plump lips met with mine and we both smiled slightly. He went in for a powerful kiss before whispering "Hey, sexy. I've missed you."