My room darkens with the descent of the sun, the kitchen light still on as the piercing glow on the carpet by the door increases in brightness, minute by minute. I get up as my knee joint mildly aches, pacing to the front wall that is before me to turn on the dim lamp and close the curtains.

It had been six months since we first met, an almost painful need to sit down together to talk things through, a difficult admission that never resolved as life always got in the way, your work responsibility with all the wining and dining that came with it, meant I was regretfully neglected.

You can’t admit to yourself the feelings you have for me, still tied down to the formality and red tape of your marriage, this meeting only happening after an almost impossible break in your schedule, no time to dress down and casual, the Skandinavisk Lempi candle burning away in my living room as the only semblance of emotion.

Moonlight rises as the tension in my stomach pervades my stillness, knowing full well this is a risk that feels razor sharp as the triangle of warm emotion that circles around us, the communication is in codes, on hidden chats on burner and work phones.

Hinting at the finality of you only being ten minutes away, the butterflies circle my stomach with the sickly sweetness of the strawberry in the candle, almost unbearable as I hear your car hit the gravel outside.

You are unholy as you stand at my door, the look on your face remorseful yet that of relief, my presence a warm, escapist indulgence. We share a drink on the sofa, your favourite red wine, imported from the restaurant in Italy where you once had your most memorable sun drenched vacation.

We cuddle for a little bit, making quiet conversation, almost whispers with the monotony of your marriage a truth that can’t be spoken as you take your wedding ring off in full view of me and place it in the little incense pot on my coffee table, recently cleaned as to leave no evidence for when you return home. Our kiss is automatic yet weak and held back, our gut feeling mutually painful with desire and yet trembling with heavy breath.

The TV is dim with low volume in the background, could this be our way of rationalising it? Something to escape to as we don’t want to admit to ourselves the almost cruel build up that has happened against your husband. The lack of light in the room is never mentioned as only the dim, ambient and euphoric mantel pieces with soft lights in, glow with our own judgement, each other guessing whether the mood will be lost, but it never does.

Clock is ticking closer to your absence being suspect as you pull me to the bedroom, after we cuddle, my torso through my buttoned down shirt feels like morphine with my sculpted jaw almost crushing you with arousal. I throw you on to the bed, your legs fold in anticipation as I make a pyramid in between mine and pull my belt off, almost as a performance that delays your feeling of the severe warmth in the room, this will be a quick and hot fuck. I pull out the condom from my drawer as the neon lights on my ceiling glow and pulsate, almost celebrating the sight of you and your curves adorning my heavenly soft mattress.

I can’t help myself but help you get undressed, my hands fast and perfect in their motion, you feel the warmth and firmness against your back as we kiss passionately. Now tending to your thighs as you lay back, I softly kiss the inside as each of them feels like a blissful shock that releases way more endorphins than it ever had before.

Your wetness feels almost manic with how it feels on the tip of my tongue, it is almost giving too much as the sensation is confusing in how you feel new things that no other man has given you. Pulling my head closer towards your flower, every hair feeling sharper than it ever did, I groan with intention, no prejudice for your performance at all – I take it as it comes, you are free to be yourself.

Your nipples harden as the rest of your clothing presses against it, like being under in a way you can’t get out of, begging me to pull it off so they can breathe. My tongue makes a magical move the same millisecond I raise up to help you completely undress, you let out a moan that you try to hide, unsure of who is listening.

I pull back to put the condom on, ripping my shirt off entirely like in a romantic b-movie, the hardness of my cock makes you bite your lip as it doesn’t even flinch as I put the condom over the girthy shaft. I come down, placing each hand beside your head as we passionately kiss as your inner thighs mildly shake with arousal, almost a mini orgasm as my cock stands before it. I make my way in, the wetness pulses as the head of my cock is inserted, one hard thrust and you moan loudly as I make the moan every woman wants to hear.

I slowly start going in and out, the bed making itself known as the creaks and bounces are audible, the headboard even creaking despite us not being vertical. “Never speak a word,” I say as you say “yes!” as a moan, realising you had two meanings to that as you collapse into the bed as I get faster, your thighs hanging off the end of the bed as I hold your knees up, “take this secret with you for the rest of your life” I whisper.

We are both now hot and sweaty, gliding across time as congruent thoughts are difficult for the both of us, the bed strain getting more severe as you feel heavier in my arms, but when I have sex, I become almost undefeatable. We both agree we need doggystyle as you get into position with an almost unashamed and impenetrable need, a few seconds of position finding from me as I grab my cock and find the right angle to go upwards towards your g-spot.

I begin thrusting as this is somehow better than off the end of the bed missionary, your bum rippling as does the V-shape of my groan that you graciously see when you look back. The bed strain now entirely in sink with my strong arms pulling you towards me, my bum and hips going towards your back as you’ve never had doggy this good, your husband being almost helpless in bed, a dry handjob and that’s it for the evening.

Your face suddenly feeling warm as your flower curves around my cock, tightening to begin the orgasmic process, as the first stage of the feeling of a squirting orgasm is taking place. Your whole body is giving in and weak to me, doing things you didn’t know it was capable of as this is the best sex you’ve ever had. My thighs crashing against yours as we know no inhibition, the next stage comes as I trace my hands up your back to then massage your nipples as you feel the new pleasure.

“Come for me” I say as this makes the pleasure unbearable as wetness pulses greatly and with no more than ten powerful thrusts, each adding an unashamed heightened pleasure and against your g-spot, you squirt as we both moan with no sense of vocal regulation, our faces fully flushed. We collapse on to the bed, entirely spent as a solid fifteen minutes is without a word said as the breathing goes down. You get dressed again, leaving me naked in bed and making sure no trace of this can be found by anyone, you leave, and we disappear from each others lives forever.