Fire!
With the exception of about a dozen of my nearest and dearest friends everyone would think I am the perfect Mormon wife. I seem to adore my husband, love my kids, and am well respected in church.
Yet, I feel guilty when I wear my garments and their promise of fidelity. That started when I fucked a coworker. I didn't mean for it to happen. It just did. That tempered with the idea that I went into the affair eyes wide open. Self denial isn't going to help.
My husband used his church connections to land a good job as an electrician with one of Utah's major cities. I'll keep it vague. I work for the same city as a fire fighter. His job is the regular 5 days per week from 7 AM to 3:30 PM. Mine involves days on and then days off, with me being gone overnights. He and a his mom take care of our four kids the nights I am not home.
The days off is where the problem started. Living in a firehouse a lady needs to adapt and fit in. Crude jokes aside, sometimes you have to call someone a motherfucker just to prove a point. It's not a part of my home life. Living with a dozen men is like having a dozen brothers. Although they treat me like a sister keeping in shape for my job has given me the body that makes their thoughts go way beyond being a sister.
Without considering the outcome my relationship with one of the guys led me into the wrong situation. Several of the fellas had ATVs either for off road use or used them during hunting season. As our shift was ending one of the younger firefighters was trying to get someone to go 4-wheeling with him. I had never been, yet something made me hang back as the others were leaving.
We had several showers for the men in one room and I had a restroom all to myself with my own shower. I took my time under the hot water and spent more time than I should soaping all the right places while thinking that my husband wouldn't be home for four more hours.
Thinking I would be the only person left I stuffed my garments and my bra into my duffel bag along with my dirty clothes. I put on clean panties and long shorts. With just a T-shirt my breasts were more than firm enough to conceal the lack of a bra unless my nipples gave me away.
I was surprised to see my coworker Jimmy sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. You can guess if I lied about his name.
"What's the matter, Jimmy. Lose your best friend?"
"No, I thought one of the guys would want to go 4-wheeling. I don't know how to kill the time."
"Maybe your wife can go with you."
"She's teaching school and by the time she picks up our daughters from the sitter it will be after four when she gets home."
His wife was really cute, and his twin daughters, were three years old and really sweet. When they would visit the station they would call me Aunt Fire House.
"How about you? You ever 4-wheel?"
"Never have. I'd have no idea how to drive one."
"It's easy. If you have a couple of hours you'll have the time of your life."
Right then. That was all it was. One friend asking another to go 4-wheeling. I knew my husband wouldn't be home until after 4 o'clock himself.
"Okay, I can't leave my car here. Where can we meet that's on my way home."
Jimmy gave me directions to the trailhead where he rides.
"I just need to swing by the house and hook up to the trailer. Shouldn't take ten minutes. I'll meet you there?"
I probably waited twenty. Some of the time questioning myself what would be said around the firehouse when the word got out. Then I saw Jimmy's truck bouncing up the trail.
"Sorry, I had to get gas in the ATVs. Been waiting long?"
"No, just long enough to wonder why I let myself come up here."
"You'll have fun. I guarantee it!"
I watched Jimmy drive one on the machines off the trailer. He fumbled around the next one a few seconds. The machine started and then stopped before he could start to back up.
"Oh, crap! This thing is acting up again. It's the one my wife rides. Doesn't get ridden as often. That just ruins everything."
"Why don't I go home and you can go ride by yourself."
"No, listen. I have to teach you how to work everything anyway. It might be easier to show you if we were both on mine."
I shrugged my shoulders and walked past his wife's machine. Looking at where I had seen him fumble with his hand I could see the fuel valve in the off position in the gas line. I was getting played. I smiled to myself and walked over to Jimmy."
"Okay. Where do I sit?"
"You can sit in front and be at the controls with me behind you to show you how, or we can be behind and watch what I do."
"I think I'll start out in the back and see how it goes."
Ready to roll out Jimmy gives some more instruction.
"You don't want to get thrown off backwards. Grab my shoulders or put your arms around my waist to hold on."
I started off holding onto his shoulders. The rumble of the motor vibrated up though the seat and into my thighs. As we moved along slowly I could feel a tingle where my crotch met the leather. Fully knowing what I was doing I lowered my hands and put my arms around his waist.
As Jimmy added a little speed. I gripped a little tighter, squishing my now hard nipples and my boobs against his back.
At a few years older and the mother of four and Jimmy with two little girls I should have been the one to show some responsibility. Instead when Jimmy brought us to a stop I was feeling horny and showing some frustration. My nipples remained hard and my arousal was no secret to Jimmy.
We stopped at a little flat spot in the trail.
"Are you ready to give it a spin?"
"What?" I was wondering what it would be like to give Jimmy a spin.
"Your turn to drive."
Jimmy got off and I slid forward to put my hands on the grips. Jimmy got on behind me.
"It's all ready in gear. Just push the throttle and it will go. The brakes are both sides in front of the grips."
As we started to move forward Jimmy put his hand around my waist, just below my boobs. We weren't going very fast when I ran over a rock in the trail. It wasn't much of a bump, but Jimmy used it as a chance to move one hand up over my tit.
