I had worked with Evan before getting pregnant and taking the husband. To describe Evan is tough... He has a smile that heats you to boiling in just seconds, eyes that pierce through to your soul, a great cock, but I think his best quality is his heart. We fell right back into a pattern of flirting and talking naughty and then one day I really needed him to come over. He did and we sat and talked about what we wanted to do...  And Our talk was extremely intimate... those quick little touches of his hand or moving just a little closer, any movement sent heat through me. The moment is etched into my mind when he decided for us, that he was going to kiss me. He leaned in and held my face with his hand, his lips parted and my breath caught in my chest. He was suspended in movement just an inch from my face; I could feel the warmth of his lips before they touched mine. And then in this amazing slow motion, we were kissing. Our lips were pressed together and the magic of our tongues tasting one another. What sticks with me about that interaction was the instant spark of a 'first kiss.' I know technically it wasn't our first kiss, but it was our first kiss in many years and it was just as amazing as our very first kiss... and for me it was much more powerful. It didn't stop at kissing... Our hands explored each other, also as if for the first time. He grabbed and squeezed my breasts and I felt his chest and pinched his nipples. I moved my way down him and lowered his pants and his cock was just as amazing as I remembered. What really set this apart from before was that he was wearing a cock-ring, and he wore it so well. I tasted him tentatively and then feverishly. I reverted to my primal instincts of sucking on him, bringing him to an amazing climax within minutes and my reward was to taste him once again. Never has a man tasted as good as Evan did at that moment. We talked and kissed for a few more minutes before I had to make him leave and he said words that made me feel so beautiful and desirable. And he left and I just get to be haunted by him constantly.

          I knew that by inviting Evan over I had already crossed the line between being faithful to my husband and 'cheating.' I blatantly crossed the line and I am only ashamed to say that I don’t feel guilt. I actually had felt better about my self and my place in the world, than I had in many years.

          I haven’t been with Evan since, though we talk often and I go to him for support and understanding. I honestly hope I will get to see him soon, very soon. I hope that meeting involves being naked and touching everywhere... And maybe he and I will fuck once again. I don’t know, maybe I have seen the end of that experience in the flesh but it has a place in my heart, history, and the Naughty Mommy journal.

And then there was Jonah... more to come....