A Secret Encounter

I'm married and work from home. One day, a new neighbor moved in next door, Alex, mid-thirties, fit, with piercing eyes. We started talking, coffee in hand. After a few days, he mentioned his wife was traveling. I confided my own situation to him. Our second week together turned steamy under the guise of 'just catching up.' He slid across the wall dividing our homes, fingers slipping beneath my shirt, tracing patterns on my skin. His kiss tasted like coffee and cigarettes. Clothes fell, bodies pressed tight against each other. Skin met skin; I felt him inside me, hard and ready. Our affair was silent but intense, always careful to keep it hidden from spouses.