Indiscretion

“Indiscretion”

“I’d never cheat
And I would never lie,
In another’s eyes”

- Garth Brooks


I knew this was wrong. I knew this was beyond casual flirting. I knew that what I was doing could possibly break apart a happy marriage. I knew, and at that point I didn’t care. I could care less about the woman at home, looking out for the kids and counting the days until her faithful husband returned.

Except at that moment that faithful husband was on the other end of the phone begging me to come to him, begging me to skip work for a few hours and “keep him company.”

I should have said no. I should have reminded him of his wife and two young daughters. But of course I didn’t. I let the baser more hormonal side of me speak when I told him I would be there. I was kicking myself as I walked into Maintenance Control. But my body and that naughty side of my brain betrayed me. I could feel myself getting aroused as I saw him sitting there in his crisp khakis.

There was nobody in the hanger, there wouldn’t be anybody there until the morning when day check would come in and take over. I knew that when he said, “keep him company” it meant more than just friendly chitchat. I knew it and it made me wet thinking about all the wicked things we could do.

I stood in front of his desk and fought to remain calm. I said the usual greetings as he sat there, his hands clasped behind his head.

The tension in the air was thick as I moved closer to him. No words were spoken as his hands came to rest on my hips. The little voice in my head was screaming for me to stop. I told it to shut up as he pulled me closer.

His fingers worked the shiny silver belt buckle of my uniform pants, undoing it as at the same time he pulled the zipper down. Pulling my shirt out of my pants he ran his hands up my back until he encountered my white cotton bra.

I reached out and brushed my fingers through his dark hair, massaging his scalp. He sighed in pleasure as he unhooked my bra, bringing his hands around to my chest. I brought my hands to my own shirt and unbuttoned it letting my strapless bra fall to the floor.

I felt my knees weaken slightly at the sensation of his warm mouth on the sensitive flesh of my breast. He circled my nipple with his tongue as I moaned out loud. I threaded my hands through his hair once again as he moved to the other breast, his hands weaving around to clutch at my butt. He squeezed it as he pulled me even closer.

My hands wandered down to unbutton his shirt as his lips trailed lower. Pushing the shirt open until his tanned, well-defined chest was exposed; I ran my hands over his soft flesh.

He had pushed my pants down, his hand moving to cover my damp mound through my underwear. I gasped as he pulled the underwear down along with the pants, his fingers slowly sliding into my slick folds. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he kissed his way down my stomach and across my center. Using his fingers to spread my lips apart he flicked his tongue over my swollen clitoris, causing me to shudder and cry out. I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him to me as he thrust two fingers deep inside me.

He lapped at my clitoris and pumped his fingers in and out until I felt the familiar buildup start. Without warning, he pulled away and began undoing his own khaki trousers. Standing up just long enough to get them down to his ankles he sat back down again, his erection impressive as it lay against his stomach. I reached down and wrapped my hand around it and squeezed, causing him to squirm before putting his hands on my hips and guiding me down.

I sat on his lap and rocked my hips, spreading my essence against his heated flesh. He groaned and closed his eyes as I lifted myself up. I waited until he opened his eyes again then came down, impaling myself on his hard cock. I felt him fill me as my vaginal walls stretched to accommodate him. I slowly started to rock my hips up and down, working myself into a frenzy until he was bucking up against me, matching my fervor.

Suddenly he lifted me up and carried me to the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pounded into me. My back slid up and down the wall as he drilled into me like a jackhammer. His mouth latched onto my nipple again causing me to moan and writhe against him.

It was getting to be too much as he gently bit down on my breast. My whole body shuddered as my climax ripped through my body. I screamed breaking the relative silence of the empty hanger. With a final hard thrust he grunted and went still. We stood there for a moment while we caught our breath. As usual there were no words as we broke apart and began cleaning ourselves up.

As I walked back to my office I asked myself, why? Why was I carrying on an affair with a married man when I said I never would? Was deployment getting to me that much? Was I that desperate for physical intimacy? It made me sick to know what kind of person I had become. And as I sat down at my desk, the post-coital tingling still present in my body, I wanted nothing more than to find a gun and shoot myself.