I'm obviously a pretty open and very sexual creature. ;) However, once I got married I tried to be a little more straight laced. I was a very good girl. Sure, like most married people, I enjoyed the occasional fantasy about extracurricular sex, but it never went further than that. Therefore, the first time I seriously considered stepping out on my husband, it came from a really unexpected place!
Johnny and my husband had been friends for many years. I have always gotten along with his guy friends, but it wasn't like we were all that familiar with each other. I was the little woman who occasionally hung out with them too to play games, or have a couple of drinks. It was the end of August, almost the end of summer vacation. We were throwing a birthday party for one of our very good friends, Teddy. Teddy is really popular so it was a pretty good turnout. Johnny had decided to attend the party with us – sort of a last hurrah before he was due to deploy.
Johnny is an absolute flirt. I didn't really know about that until I heard some interesting comments going around the party regarding some of his antics. He was a grown man, and I was being the good wife, not having too much to drink, and keeping an eye on my husband.
My husband and I had been together for four years at this point – we were already to that comfortable relationship where we didn't feel we needed to be attached at the hip. We had four beautiful children; my oldest was two when we got together. I was so used to being at home with the babies or being the designated driver because I was pregnant, that it never occurred to me to be bothered by the fact that no one made me feel sexy any more.
Anyway, back to Johnny. He was young, attractive and free, and whenever he stopped to talk to me I started to feel a little tingle. Then again he was flirting with everything that had tits and two legs so I didn't take it too seriously.
He was fully on his game that night. It appeared he was going to get lucky with one of the older, MILF types. She actually pulled me aside and asked what she should do. I told her to go for it; it'd be a hell of a ride! Laughing at her stunned face, I told her if the answer was no he would respect that.
As the evening progressed and wound down, he came over and offered me a backrub. Feeling a little stiff after sitting alone at the bar in the kitchen, his suggestion sounded too good to pass up. His hands worked magic on my muscles; I moaned and groaned my appreciation not realizing the effect it might have on his already revved libido.
Finally, the party broke apart until it was just him and me. We sat down to play some cards. He jokingly suggested strip poker. I'm pretty sure I thoroughly stunned him when I agreed. Now I am no ace card sharp, but for some reason when I played this particular game I never lost. I enjoyed the view with him down to his boxers after the first few rounds. Boot camp had sure done some nice things to his body!
Don't get too excited yet! Nothing came out of that night. The party shut down, no one got lucky, but now there was a tension in the air between us that wasn't there before. I didn't get to see him for over a year thanks to the deployment, and I suppose those thoughts lay dormant in my mind. When I found out that I was the one responsible for picking him up from the airport at the end of that week, they surfaced with a vengeance!
I imagined how that night could have ended had we finished our game. I imagined him making a lot of suggestive comments on our trip back from the airport. I even imagined what we could do when we got back to the house before everyone else got home. But I tamped down those thoughts because there was no way he was going to be interested in me! Not to mention I shouldn't have had these thoughts being a MARRIED WOMAN!
The day of pick up arrived and I was in a scramble, cleaning my car, checking my appearance over and over, and finally arriving at the airport an HOUR early. By the time he touched down, I was fidgeting. When he walked through to the waiting area, I was standing, hands in my pockets, looking a lot more nonchalant then I felt. Then, surprisingly, he hugged me. I felt something deep down that told me I was in big trouble. We quietly gathered his bags and headed to the car.
Then, damn my luck, I took the wrong exit on the way home! What should have been a half hour drive turned into an hour and a half long trip. The tension was so thick in that car. I did discover that we shared a similar taste in music at least. Halfway into the drive he started fidgeting with his leg. I had to remove my zip up and we both avoided eye contact. Well, at least I did, so I don't really know what he was doing. Part of me wanted to blurt out, "Can we just pull over and get this over with?"
For two more days I walked around a vibrating mess of frustration. He had classes for the military and I had my daily routines with the kids to get through. I'm pretty sure, despite how full my days were that I hid in my room and masturbated ten times in those two days! As the weekend finally approached, I was just about ready to admit I had imagined any kind of attraction between us and that I should just get over it!
That weekend all of us had a game night. It was a great way to unwind and forget my tension and stress. As everyone started to fade out, I noticed Johnny and I were again the last ones standing. My apprehension kicked up a thousand notches. We played for a couple more hours; the competition hot and heavy. As it neared three in the morning, I finally realized I was having fun without expecting anything. We ended the game, laughed at our antics, then we just quietly stood for a second, unsure how to finish out the night. I shrugged and reached out for a hug.
When his arms enveloped me every nerve ending in my body stood on end. He was so firm, warm, and smelled like sweat, but not in a bad way, more like he had just had really great sex. The hug lasted a minute longer than a typical friend hug, and I was trying not to move too fast so as not to break the spell. As I started to pull away from him he whispered the most terrifying, and the most exciting, words I had ever heard in my ear:
"One night and one night only?"
I could barely breathe. I rapidly considered my own thoughts and feelings, realizing I wasn't going to pass on this opportunity for anything! So, I nodded my consent.
He groaned. His arms pulled me close and tight to his body. Then those soft full lips descended on mine. Our breaths mingled and our tongues tangled. I think we were both moaning and breathing hard within seconds. His hands crept from being by my sides to hovering over my large breasts. He pulled back and watched his hands.
"I've wanted to get my hands on these forever..." The thickness of the arousal in his voice spoke directly to interesting places in my body. My eyes closed and I felt my head fall back as he rubbed, squeezed, and handled my breasts in a way they hadn't been held in forever. His lips found my ears, my neck, and my throat; I was swimming in a fog of lust.
He stopped, tugged my hand and pulled me to the back door. Feeling like a very naughty teenager I followed him out to the dark back yard, barely lit by a half moon. We went back behind the shed. I felt so dirty, but so excited already with this forbidden thrill. He pushed me against the wall of the shed and again his mouth attacked mine. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt like this: hot, passionate, wanted!
His hands pulled my shirt up and my bra cups down. He was pinching, pulling, and twisting my nipples. My knees were jelly. His lips and teeth were in my neck, and I gasped out, "Please, don't mark me." As much as I wanted his teeth to sink into my flesh to claim me as his prize, this was already so bad I didn't want evidence. He growled, but went easier on my skin. His mouth found its way to my breasts. I couldn't help but just hold onto his head as he devoured every inch of my chest. I usually have some pretty good moves, but there was nothing I could do as he swept me up in the storm that was Johnny.
