How I Risked My Life Just to Sleep with a Married Woman

She texted me at 2 AM — "He's asleep. Come over."

Disclaimer: This piece contain adult content and includes sexual themes, with tasteful erotic images. For readers 18+ only.

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I received a text message from her at 2 a.m. My cell phone rang on the bedside table. I grabbed it, half-asleep, and saw her name.

"He's asleep. Come over."

Those four words sent my heart into my throat. I stared at the screen for a full minute. My thumb hovered over the keyboard. My rational brain told me to say no, but I didn't.

I typed back, “I'm on my way.”

The drive lasted 20 minutes. It took me twelve to make it. Each red light was like a lifetime. All the empty streets seemed like a warning. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew the risks. Her husband was a police officer. A big guy. The kind of man who could snap me in half without breaking a sweat.

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I parked 3 blocks away, walked the rest in the dark. My hands were shaking. My heart was also pounding so loud in a way that I could hear it in my ears.

She opened the door before I could knock. Wearing nothing but a silk robe. Her hair was messy. Her eyes were hungry.

"You came," she whispered.

"I came."

She pulled me inside.

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This is a lady I pumped into a couple of weeks ago.

We met at the gas station where I was filling up my tank. She was in the car next to me, crying profusely.

Then I walked over. "You okay?"

She looked up with in red-eyes swollen with tears. "My husband forgot our anniversary again." She replied

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She wiped her face. "I'm just tired of being invisible."

We spoke for like 20 minutes then She told me that she married five years ago and has no kid, according to her, her husband is a kind of man that worked at night and slept in the day. A man who was more preoccupied with his cell phone than with his wife.

Then I gave her my number. "If you ever need to talk, feel free with me."

That night she sent me a text, thanking me for listening to her.

Then I responded "Anytime."

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The first time we nearly kissed, we were in a parking lot. She had driven an hour to get coffee with me. The coffee shop was so crowded that we sat in my car. She bent over and held a phone up to her eyes. Her hair brushed my cheek. Her lips were inches from mine.

I leaned in.

She pulled back.

“NO I CAN'T,” she replied. "Not yet."

I nodded. "Okay."

She whispered, "I want to. God, I want to, but I have to be certain.

The second time, she showed up at my apartment. Just to "talk." We sat on my couch with a foot of space between us. She said her husband cancelled out their anniversary trip because of work. She cried a little.

Her lips touched my neck before I even knew she moved. And before I could turn my head, our mouths already met, very soft at first then hungry for it. After that, she stepped back, panting.

She apologized, "I'm sorry. "I shouldn't have."

"Don't be sorry."

She looked at me like I'd given her a new way out that she didn't know.

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The third time, she texted me. "I need to see you. Tonight."

I drove to her house. Her husband was doing a double shift. She met me at the door.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything."

She led me to the bedroom. Her bedroom. The one she shared with him. The sheets smelled like her perfume. And something else. Something masculine.

"He won't be back until morning," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"He's never early. He's never late. He's just... never here."

I kissed her. Hard. My hands found her hips. Her back. Her curved waistline. She moaned against my mouth.

I've been thinking about this," she breathed. Thinking about you. Each night.

"Me too."

"Show me."

I laid her down on the bed and in a single movement, her robe fell off. She was naked beneath, and very beautiful. Her skin was warm and her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer.

"Please," she whispered. "Please don't stop."

I didn't stop, I kissed down her neck, Her collarbone. The soft skin between her breasts, and she arched her back. Her fingernails were pricking me in my shoulders.

“Look at me,” I said.

She opened her eyes.

"You're beautiful," I told her.

"Just fuck me."

I did.

She was warm and tight, and every time I thrust, she made a little sound that drove me crazy. She gripped my waist with her legs. Her heels dug into my back.

"Yes," she panted. "Yes. Right there. Don't stop."

I watched her face, the way her lips parted and how she closed her eyes, plus how she clenched around my body.

"I'm close to orgasm," she breathed.

"Let go."

She did, her body shuddered. Then she closed her lips to prevent herself from screaming.

I followed shortly after. My forehead against hers. Her breath warm on my lips.

"That was..." she started.

"I know."

"That was incredible."

Then I kissed her on her forehead. "Does it worth the risk?" I asked

Then she smiled and replied. "It's worth every second."

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We lay together for a long time. Her head on my chest. Her fingers caressing my skin. It was a quiet day. Intimate.

“How did you find out?” she asked.

"Know what?"

"That I'd say yes. That I'd let you in."

"I didn't." I kissed her forehead. "I just knew I couldn't live with not trying."

She laughed. Soft. "You risked your life for me."

"I'd do it again."

"I know." She looked up. "That's what scares me."

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