Late Nights and Secrets

I’ve been teaching at this high school for years now, and it’s become my life. But lately, I find myself sneaking out late when everyone’s asleep. I go to the old gymnasium that’s rarely used anymore. There’s a sense of freedom there, away from all the eyes on me. One night, though, I wasn’t alone. A new teacher had come in late and was staying back for some reason. We talked, and before long, our words turned into something more intimate than either of us expected. His name is David, and he’s a few years younger than me but just as married as I am. Our bodies moved against each other, skin slick with sweat, desperate and urgent in the dark shadows of that gymnasium. Fingers dug into soft flesh as we kissed like it was our last night on Earth. His cock was hard against my thigh before he pushed me up against a wall, pressing his length inside me without hesitation. It felt so good, so wrong, but there was nothing else to think about except how much I needed this release right then. Our breath came in gasps, every thrust driving us closer to that moment when we’d come apart, screaming our pleasure into the empty space around us. Afterward, there were no words just a shared look of understanding before he left me alone again, back where everyone thinks I’m still their model teacher and wife.