The Affair

After a day filled with business meetings, my new infatuation and I shared a dinner before returning to the hotel with a hasty sense of purpose.
 
When we entered my room with its elegantly appointed features, I felt dizzy at the newness of it all. The walls were foreign to me, filled with impressionistic art, not family photos. We stood on the seventeenth floor in the center of a city I barely knew. I felt faint and fell to my knees pawing at this man as if I were a child. Had I become nothing more than an animal, grasping for life itself?
 
Finding him I berried my face and rooted through the fabric of his pants with my nose for his shape. I felt him shift as my face pressed against his firming cock through the cotton that carried a scent not unlike my husband's.
 
Pulling away from him for breath, I saw the time on the bedside clock. My husband would be putting my daughter to bed at this very moment. Where was I and to what had I descended?
 
As my face fell back into this stranger, I felt sadness in my lustful breaking of vows but there was no turning back.
 
I pictured my daughter saying her bedtime prayers, thanking God for her mommy and daddy and saying she wanted a little brother. All her world was safe and in place as though it would be for eternity. Her father would stroke her forehead as her eyes sparkled with hope. Before he’d leave the room, her eyes would close in peace.
 
My hands felt up and down the naked strangeness of this man I barely knew. I backed away and cupped my hand over his hardened penis. I felt his eyes looking down at the sparkle of my ring.

He placed his hands over my ringed hand and pressed me hard against him. I bowed my head and felt his breath across the back of my neck as his lips kissed the parting of my hair.