A Night I'll Never Forget

I've been married to my husband for five years now, but there's something that happened last month when we were on leave. It wasn't an affair or anything like that, just a night where the temptation was too strong and I gave in to it. We had gone out with some friends from base, and I ended up at this bar with a guy who'd been giving me these intense looks all evening long. He was strikingly handsome, tall with dark hair and eyes that seemed to see right through me. After a few drinks, we found ourselves alone in his apartment. It felt like an out-of-body experience as my hands moved down his chest, over his firm abs, and into the waistband of his pants. His arousal was evident from the moment I touched him. He didn't waste any time either, pushing me gently against a wall and undoing my bra with swift fingers. His lips crashed onto mine in a passionate kiss, tongue sliding between my lips as he lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom. The bed was soft beneath us, sheets crumpled around our bodies as we undressed each other hurriedly. His cock was thick and long, pulsing with desire as it entered me slowly at first, then faster as I wrapped my legs around him. He thrusted hard and deep, making sure to hit every spot that made me cry out his name in pleasure. I reached between us, rubbing myself against the base of his erection until I came, feeling my walls clamp down tightly on his cock. After we climaxed, he held me close as if trying to make up for lost time. But it was just one night and now I'm back with my husband, wondering how many more secrets like this are waiting to be confessed.