No One Knows

At thirty-six years old I was a blonde haired, brown eyed, married mother of two children with a 36D-24-38 figure and five foot seven inches tall. My husband and I had agreed to an open relationship with the understanding that we would discuss our outside encounters with each other in detail. I willingly broke this rule, and have until now, never spoken of it or shared it with anyone.

During this time a couple who were friends of ours were going through an extremely difficult journey. My friend Kelly was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor, she and her husband Clff, along with their children were devastated as were their families and friends.

Kelly passed away only a few months after her diagnosis, leaving Cliff and her children in shock from losing her. Family and friends gathered and did our best for the children, my husband stayed close by Cliff as did his family and other friends.

One afternoon I had fixed dinner for Cliff and the children and took it to the house, but wasn't aware that the children were spending a few days with their grandparents so that Cliff could try and get some much needed rest and a little time for himself.

When I knocked on the door, Cliff answered inviting me in and helping with the food I brought, telling me about the children and that he'd put up the meal for when they returned home. He had been sitting at the table with a bottle of bourbon and a stack of papers he was trying to get in order, insurance policies, bills, and other things that needed to be taken care of, but explained that he just couldn't concentrate on what he was doing, hoping a drink or two would calm him down.

Cliff is a nice looking man with dark curly hair, brown eyes, about my height, but a little heavy, his smile and personality is what draws people to him, and in all the years we've known each other, I've never seen him close to tipsy, let alone drunk. On this day he was tipsy and well on his way to being drunk.

When I offered to help fill out the insurance paperwork, telling him I would be glad to help, he asked me to have a a seat pulling out a chair for me and taking a seat next to me as he poured another drink for himself. I took care of the insurance forms, notarized his signature on other papers and asked if he needed anything else before I left, putting my arm around his shoulder attempting to comfort him.

Before I realized what was happening I was embracing him, his head on my shoulder the comforting gesture was beginning to become tighter and Cliff had started caressing my back, asking me to stay for a while.

I was wearing jeans and an old flannel shirt, and tennis shoes, my hair pulled back in a ponytail, a white lace bra and bikini lace panties. I had never thought about Cliff this way, and had never intended or imagined of being anything more than a friend. We'd never flirted or anything, but here we were in his kitchen, locked in a warm embrace, and his drinking along with my sympathy for his situation was leading us to a point of doing things neither one us had ever thought of with one another.

The first kiss was tentative, tender, soft and sweet, which quickly progressed to a deep tongue swirling, probing one, as Cliff pulled me onto his lap, his erection pressing into my thigh through our clothing. When he started squeezing my breasts through my shirt and bra, I was already unfastening the buttons of his shirt, I stood up, took him by his hand walking into the den, where we began taking our clothes off, both us not talking about what was going on, or what was about to happen.

When Cliff sat down I straddled his lap and slowly lowered myself onto his erection as we began kissing again, he was gently caressing my breasts, as I started riding him slowly and gently, until he orgasmed filling me with his hot, thick semen.

We stayed joined together, and Cliff rolled me onto my back, our emotions and passion running wild we continued having slow deep breathtaking sex, which was surprisingly very erotic until we were both satisfied. We laid naked together for almost an hour kissing and exploring one anothers bodies. It was time for me to get home so after cleaning up and putting our clothes back on Cliff and I talked, we were no longer just friends we were lovers and continued to be so until another woman entered his life.

My secret is out now, I'm not ashamed, or sorry, my only regret is that I kept it from my husband this long. He now knows everything that happened and to his credit he never uttered the first harsh word.