Becoming an adultress

His name was David.  He was investigating a physician client of mine.  He needed information and spent hours pouring over messages in my office.  Over the course of several weeks, we spoke many times and met half a dozen.  There was some sexual tension, but nothing outrageous.  In my estrogen filled office, we came to expect male visitors to be friendly and flirtatious.  One evening, as he brought back files, he asked if I could join him for dinner.  I declined the invitation, mostly because I was short staffed as someone had called in sick.  But maybe in part because I wasn't sure what the invitation meant.

I thought it telling that I answered in the negative with the qualifier of "I'm swamped" as opposed to "I'm married".  I had been attracted to men other than my husband before.  After all, at that point we had been struggling sexually for more than three years.  It had been over a year since intercourse was "successful".  

He returned about an hour after he left with dinner.  I swooned.  It had been a while since any romantic gestures were made my way.  He stayed and ate with me, making conversation around work and phone calls.  We both left when the next shift started.  He walked me to my car and explained that there was probably no need for him to stop back again.  He handed me his card, which I already had, then took it back to scribble his cell number on it. 

David was also married, and also having trouble, and so we chatted and commiserated.  His office was within walking distance of mine, so we started having lunch together when our schedules allowed.  He was an FBI agent, and I'll admit, I was completely fascinated.  Within a couple weeks, we talked daily. 

I honestly didn't think about consequences, or where this little friendship was heading.  I was not that woman.  I tried not to judge those who did, but I didn't think I would ever cheat on my husband.  I was worried about being tempted, but I just didn't think I'd ever be able to go through with it.

It was a cold and cloudless afternoon when he asked me to meet him in a local park.  He knew I had a bad morning with a worse doctor visit and I assumed he was offering a quiet respite from my day.  After coffee was finished, we walked.  At some point, he took me by the shoulder and spun me towards him.  Now, anyone who knows me well, knows that while this is sweet, it is a bad idea.  I fell into his chest.

It was not pretty, or even romantic.  Frenetic describes it better.  A kiss - a real, genuine kiss after what seemed like so long without one.  A kiss with intent, with desire.  I reacted.  I felt lit from within, a fire stoked deep within me.  

I had no idea what would happen next.  I had no idea what I wanted to happen, I couldn't think about anything beyond his mouth on mine.