Welcome to my love story.
I am a short little redhead spitfire... mommy, wife and mistress. My name is Lila.
I live in a small town in the middle of nowhere. I am a good mom and I think a good wife too, I know I am a great lover. How it all started still blows my mind sometimes.
My husband and I had been together for almost 8 years before I ever cheated on him... the affair started from the heart... I fell in absolute love with a friend of my husbands. Justin. We became great friends separately from him and my husband and me and his wife.
I soon felt much stronger feelings than friendship towards him... I had no idea he felt the same about me, but the energy between us was electric. We couldn't keep our eyes off of each other. I would catch him staring at me constantly... I began to believe he was doing it on purpose. I was right. The glances and sly touches... brushing up against one another, went on for more than six months before one night when a party was going on at his house... then it really began, and it's still going on today...
The first night...
Everyone had left and only me and Justin were still awake. My husband had been out of town that weekend, my kids tucked away safely at grandmothers and Justin's wife was passed out hard in her room upstairs. I had been offered the guest room in their basement.
We had never ever spoken of our lust for each other, it was an unspoken thing. But we were both highly aware of it by this night, and I believe we both knew it was getting closer to a boiling to a point of no return... several times during the party that night alone he had let his hand linger on my back longer than appropriate... we had locked eyes across the room and hung on each other's every word...
I felt in love with this man.
But the feeling of lust was even stronger.
My marriage is not horrible by any means... but the lust is completely gone from it.
Standing within a few inches of this man this night... my whole body was burning... he smiled... his perfect smile, green eyes, and dimples, dark thick hair and a voice that could charm the panties of just about any red blooded woman.
He led me to the guest room carrying pillows and blankets and offered me a glass of water...
"I'd love one thank you." My heart was pounding in my chest. When he was gone I chewed my lip... glanced at myself in the mirror. I am considered a beautiful woman, I know this... I hear it often. I am tiny, athletic and children gave me curves and softness in all the right places. I have long wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes, freckles over my nose... I am confident.
But I get so nervous. It's all the craziness of my past that keeps me from opening up to people. But I have to this man... we have spoken about our lives to each other very often in the weeks leading up to this night... he knows secrets about me, and me about him... I feel safe in his presence. I feel very open to him and want to open up even more... I feel an urge to lick his entire body... I feel an incredible pull to give him pleasure.
He came back into the room and hands me a cold glass of water. My heart is still pounding... we give each other a sly smile and he watches me take a sip slowly... and then lick my lips... our eyes locked. I set the glass down on the end table. I have had quite a bit to drink... but rather than drunk, at the time I feel like my senses are heightened... I almost feel like I can hear his heart beating too... beating fast.
"Well... goodnight... I hope you have sweet dreams." I say quietly with a smile... "Thanks for the blankets."... As the words come out of my mouth I am disappointed with myself... I wanted to be the siren, the seducer here... I wanted to demand he ravage me... tell him I wanted to suck his cock right then and there, demand he remove his pants... something sexy like that. Instead I said good night and wished him good dreams. Similar things had happened before when we had been alone and I just couldn't bring myself to make the move I wanted too.
I knew he would reciprocate... at least I was pretty sure he would... but something in me, my moral compass maybe, told me it was so wrong. This was my husband's friend. I was close to his wife. It was wrong, he loved me as a friend. What if he rejected me... what if he suddenly thought I was a horrible person for crossing the line... so many thoughts ran through my head... as I said goodnight... I was a good wife, a good mother, a good friend. I had not kissed another man in more than 8 years... never been touched by another man... fucked by another man... I was not the kind of woman who would do something like this... but I wanted to be that woman.