Diary of an Affair

August 6  
I met a man named David yesterday. He said his wife, Sarah, and their daughter were visiting family in Houston. I admired the pride in his eyes as he showed their family photo. I wish he hadn't said her name.  
 
A single day's collection of clever whispers, stolen glances, exchanged photos, and names were the sum of what I knew of David until I entered his hotel room after dinner. While giving him a back rub, I learned of his muscled shoulders and firm waist, remnants from his days as a college athlete.  
 
When my hands paused from kneading his shoulders, he rolled to his back and lay there with parted legs like a horny teenage boy. I stared down at a cock that could only be described as beautiful.  
 
We were naked together after having first met twelve hours earlier when he sat at my table. The topic of that day's seminar was streamlining probate procedures in real estate. It was boring but he was interesting.  
 
After getting a good look at him, I rested my head below his scrotum. My neck was tired from a day of sitting but my eyes were hungry. Looking up, I sighted along the length of his erection through a forest of shiny brown hairs to his fury chest, wide and strong.  
 
I thought of his wife as I caught the smell of him. She’d married a wondrous specimen of a man.  
 
I’m sorry for what happened last night.