A stolen kiss

Two weeks ago, I was invited at a Friday evening party organised by one of my best friend. Hubby could not come because he was away for a few days. My friends and I like to dress up when we go out, so I wore a very pretty dress that shapes my body in an attractive way, expensive shoes and a nice make-up. I called hubby just before getting in the car to tell him that I was going to my friend’s party. He kept remarkably quiet and – even though he did not say it – I could sense on the phone that he was thinking about his fantasies of me being sexually attracted to another man. I promised to tell him later how the party went. Even though I knew the probability of anything happening was remote, I had progressively warmed up to the idea of opening our marriage to new experiences and I was enjoying letting men seeing the most attractive side of myself.

Believe it or not, but there was actually a guy who caught my eye during the evening. He was handsome and quite obviously looking for his next conquest. Normally, I would stay away from single men but this time I decided to smile to him and engaged conversation. Even when I said that I was married, K. did not appear to lose interest in me. I actually enjoyed his direct approach and the confidence he showed. He even told me he wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship, which at this point of the evening reassured me.

I went back to speaking with my friends but K. was still in the back of my mind. At some point, I was walking from a room to the next when I bumped into K. in a corridor. We looked each other in the eye for a second, after which he grabbed my hand and said follow me. I complied, and while following him, many thoughts came into my mind. What shall I do? Or say? He clearly fancied me as I fancied him but this was all coming too fast that I did not have time to think it through. K. opened the door of the first empty room and pulled me inside. It was dark; I did not know where we were, but I did not care: I was following this Dom Juan blindly. I ended up with my back against the wall. Once again, our eyes locked into each other. He said simply: « Linda », to which I answered « Yes ». K. then kissed me and wrapped his hands around my body. It was a very passionate kiss. God, he knew how to kiss!