For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.
I is for Infidelity
So, when I made my list of all the words I was going to use for A to Z, I thought about making A for Adultery. I ended up choosing anal instead, which may be more of a mark of my mindset when I sat down to write than anything else. But I kept thinking about it, and when it came time to write letter I, I returned to the same idea. My original plan had been I is for Impact Play (mmm, one of my favorites), but I did do a little bit of that with F is for Flogging anyway.
I thought about what draws me to Infidelity as a kink, and I think the thing is that it’s deliciously dangerous and wrong. I have had an affair, and I have been cheated on, and if you can remove the thoughts of how unfair it is to the person being cheated on, the secret relationship has a lot of sexiness to it. I’m not proud of how I ended my marriage, but it was going to end one way or another.
For some, I’m sure this story isn’t sexy, and if that’s the case, feel free to skip it and come back for the less mentally taxing J is for Jerking Off story tomorrow. But for those who choose to read, think of it in terms of the fantasy of it, and not the reality that isn’t all hearts and flowers.
My keys jingle as I open the door. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I am nervous as all hell. It’s not like I haven’t been here before. Ivan is my best friend. He’s been my best friend for a while, but recently, things have been changing. I feel bad, since I’m married to someone else, but I can’t stop my feelings for Ivan, and I don’t know what to do about it. Probably, the answer is just leave my husband, but he’s a sweet man. I’m just not in love with him anymore. Whatever the case, I am still trying to wrap my head around what I’m doing with Ivan, and sometimes it feels like a train barreling down the tracks. But god does my body react to him…
As soon as I have the door open, Ivan is there. I slip off my shoes, and then I am kissing him. I can’t help it. My body craves his, and I pull his shirt up so I can feel his bare skin. He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, and then he’s pushing at my clothes, dropping my jacket to the floor, pulling my shirt over my head, unhooking my bra. When we’re both topless, we’re back on each other, kissing and feeling the warmth of skin on skin contact.
“I’m sorry,” he says, breathless.
“For what?”
“I didn’t even say hello.”
I giggle. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he whispers, his breath hot on my lips. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he says.
“We shouldn’t,” I agree, but I bite my lip. I don’t want him to reject me in this hot moment. I want more. I want to feel his whole body against mine. He’s frozen, like he’s waiting for me to decide. And I guess he’s right to do that. He’s leaving the decision to me: the one who has everything to lose. His arms are still around me, and mine around him.
I rest my head on his chest, and I can feel his heart beating.
I look up into his so familiar eyes, and I can see how he feels about me. “I don’t care,” I whisper. “I need you.”
He dips his head close to mine, so I can feel his breath on my lips. He doesn’t close that last millimeter. But I do. We’re already half naked, how much worse can it get?
Much, much worse. And also much, much better.
J R Vincente 