Chapter 11 The Meeting

Chapter 11: The Meeting

Brittney's heart skipped a beat as she read the text from David as her daughters played nearby. She’d read it and closed the phone. It was unexpected and a rush of excitement surged through her veins.

Once she was back home, she stared at the words on her phone screen, contemplating whether to reply or not. Deep down, she knew she had to. After the time they’d shared, she couldn’t leave him hanging.

Her message was short. “I would like to meet and visit. Let me work it.” She felt immediate regret when she pushed send. It sounded desperate and she didn’t want that tone. But, she did feel desperate.

If was still early in the day. Her mother might be able to drop what she was doing and come over to watch her girls. With trembling fingers, she dialed her mother's number, hoping she would answer.

"Mom, it's me," she said, her voice wavering with nervousness.

"Brittney, darling, is everything alright?" her mother's concerned voice echoed through the phone.

"I need a favor. Can you watch the girls for a few hours? It's urgent," Brittney pleaded, her heart racing.

Her mother hesitated for a moment. "Of course, dear. I'll be there in thirty minutes. Is everything alright?"

“Yes, everything is fine. I just have something important to do,” Relief flooded over Brittney as she thanked her mother before ending the call. With her daughters taken care of, she focused on the task at hand—meeting David.

Arriving at the hotel, Brittney's palms grew clammy as she stepped into the lobby. She felt a mixture of excitement and guilt churning inside her. What was she doing? Would someone recognize her? Was she really going to see him again?

Pushing aside her doubts, she made her way to the room David had mentioned in his text. The door stood slightly ajar. With a deep breath, she pushed it open and stepped inside.

David was already there, pacing back and forth, his expression a mix of anticipation and apprehension. When he saw her, a flicker of relief crossed his face and he smiled.

"Brittney," he breathed, his voice husky with emotion.

"David," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, they just stood there, drinking in each other's presence.

Finally, David broke the silence. "I had to see you again," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, about what happened between us."

Brittney swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "I've been thinking about it too," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

“Let’s have something to drink,” David said. “I have wine or water.”

“Both would be good,” said Brittney.

David returned to the kitchen table with her wine and a glass of ice water. She took a sip of the wine and then sat with hands folded on the table. David reached across the table and held her hands.

“I’m sorry they’re cold,” Brittney said.

“They’re wonderful,” David said, remembering when they’d last touched. David studied her fingers which made her blush. His eyes lingered on one of her nails that was broken and he thought of the things she did for her family.

“I broke a nail this morning pushing the girls on the park swings.” Her eyes fell immediately to her wine.

David was quiet.

Guilt gnawed at her insides as she thought of her daughters playing with her mother at home. She glanced at her watch. It was 11 a.m. Her husband wouldn’t be home until 6:00 but she needed to get home well before then. Her mother would worry.

What was she doing here? When she looked into David's eyes for answers, all rational thinking vanished, leaving only thoughts of what might happen in that room in the next hour.

"Life is short, Brittney," David said, his voice low and urgent. "We have to seize the moment, grab hold of whatever happiness comes our way."

His words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. And in that moment, Brittney knew she wouldn't t resist him.

Soon their clothes littered the hotel room floor, and they stood stark naked in the center of the room. David knelt in front of Brittney. His hands clasped her butt, and he began to lick her. Instinctively, she moved her feet apart and pressed her pelvic center out toward him. Her husband, Alex had done cunnilingus on her before but never like this. She felt dizzy when he finally stood. She glanced down the length of him and then reciprocated his affections by kneeling and giving him head.

When she felt it was time, she stood and took David by the hand. She’d never been so assertive with her husband, Alex. As she took the first step toward the bed with David in tow, she pushed aside any feelings of guilt and doubt. When they rolled onto the bed David wasted no time in finding his place. As his rhythmic pressing began, Brittney took several long breaths, accepting the fact that she’d falling into infidelity again.

She whispered so that David could hear, “But God, this is so wonderful.”