Young Family Man

We laughed easily with the young man who bought us drinks. We’d invited him over to visit with “the older women” as we told him. Kevin was a good sport and so sweet that we were all smitten. I couldn’t help noticing the connection I felt to him. I’d been over a week without sex so maybe I was just feeling horny.  
    
Later as I felt his lips against mine, I realized the time to change course had passed an hour ago before our second drinks were ordered.    
   
But, I hadn’t bailed at the appropriate time.  I let him ask if I wanted to “go upstairs” and said, yes.    
   
I could have said, “We’ve enjoyed our visit. You’re so sweet, but we must run along now.”    
   
How hard would that have been? My two friends would have gotten the hint and moved me out of there.    
   
I asked them to have fun and that I would text them later for a place to meet up.      
   
I excused myself to the ladies’ room where a quick Google search showed Kevin with his wife, Susan, and three kids. I wasn’t shocked so much as puzzled. She was younger and prettier than me.    
   
As we walked toward the elevator I felt a pinch of guilt but put it aside. I was just going up for a quick visit and nothing said this had to get physical though that was probably my girlfriends’ assumption.    
   
The girls were right. Within a few minutes we were naked on his bed. I watched him silently as he relaxed against the headboard. I sat awkwardly cross-legged beside him and thought of his wife.    
   
I became fixated on his cock and scrotum. They were truly beautiful. I wondered how his wife would respond in that moment.  I bent forward and kissed the tip of him. His eyes followed my face. He smiled.    
   
I sat back up again and watched the slow creeping of his scrotum drawing in on itself. It was like a separate being capable of independent movement.    
   
I thought, this man is so alive. He has a quick wit and he’s obviously desirous of me as I am of him. How can he so easily betray his family? How can I so easily be complicit in this betrayal?    
   
But I knew how these things happened because I’d been complicit before. We pass points of no return with no thought of cost. This was the very thing I’d warned my daughter about. I wanted this so badly that I knew the deed would be done. It feels like standing ankle deep in a swift river. You get dizzy with the movement even though you’re standing still. I felt that same dizzy as I leaned over again and rested the side of my head on his stomach.    
   
He continued to grow and become firmer. Within a minute, the crown of his cock had come to rest softly against my lips without my moving at all. He adjusted himself and I took the hint opening my mouth to him. I let my head slide down over him and felt his warmth. My face flushed hot as I thought of his wife again.    
   
We just rested together like this for several minutes. It didn’t feel dirty or sinful. It felt natural. He didn’t thrust or move in any way and I liked that.    
   
My three drinks were doing their work and I felt for a moment that I could fall asleep like this but shook it off.  
 
I giggled as I released him and swallowed the salty taste. I looked at him and remembered what I’d placed in my daughter’s purse for moments just like this. I was prepared, too. Kevin took the condom and rolled it down his shaft with a well-rehearsed movement.    
   
As soon as it was on, I straddled over him and used my fingers to lead him inside. When he was secured, I bent forward at the waist and let my hips, thighs, and pelvis do what they loved to do.    
   
I thought of the Samual Johnson quote my senior English teacher often said. “What is written without effort is generally read without pleasure.” There was something artistic, even beautiful, in the effort I was exerting and I knew it was being received with pleasure. It felt like writing a shared chapter in two very different and separate lives. Lives that would intersect with a certain kind of intimacy on a single night and never again.