Broken – The Close Call


Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue

We were starting to get so deep in each other. I don’t know how but we spent a significant amount of time together. I would say on average we saw each other twice a week at least. Sometimes even for a quick smooch and hug. This was really the sweet part. We would talk about our lives, kids, wishes… none of it felt wrong. I know it wasn’t ideal but we found each other when we needed it the most.

This always led to us wanting it more. The closer we got the more time we wanted to spend together so we would both look for opportunities to do it. Then one day… I was going to be alone on a Saturday afternoon. A rarity for me. As usually all my weekend time was devoted to family. And I am not complaining I loved my family dynamic. I asked “Where can we meet?”. We kind of hemmed and hawed and I jokingly said you can come to my house. As I knew my family was at an event.

She said “Sure!”. In my head there was mostly uh-oh… “Really?” she was like why not? Now I didn’t think it was a great idea but the excitement of seeing her overrode any rational thought. I said ok meet me at the office park parking lot and I will pick you up.

She was there she looked good she had come from work and I was more averagely dressed. I drove to my house and we went through the garage then to the basement. I figured and justified it as mostly my space anyways. Clothes came off quickly I laid her down on the couch and played with her while on me knees and kissing her. I quickly climbed on top, no time to waste. I started to fuck her pretty hard as I thought a quickie was best. It didn’t quite happen that way. She was moaning and I was basically going to pound town. I wasn’t quite there and she climbed on top of me and she started to ride me when suddenly…

My phone rang… uh-oh!! Only one person gets past my silenced phone. I had to pick up. My voice went up about 2 octaves. “Hello” the panic had to be in my voice as Hailey immediately started to get dressed. The event had been cancelled due to some malfunctioning equipment and she was on her way home. Probably about 10 minutes away. I hung up. “SHIT!” I never had to say anything. I was afraid Haley was going to be held hostage in my basement until I could smuggle her out.

I managed to pull my jeans up and throw on a shirt. not underwear. I don’t even think i zipped or buttoned. I found my shoes. No socks. The place smelled like her and sex. No time for that. Getting her out is the priority. I told her to wait at the garage door I am right behind you. I went first to the car and waved her in. I said get in the back seat and duck. She did. I started to pull away thinking please don’t pull in right now.

I backed out of the drive way as quickly but smoothly as I could. I drove down the street. One more obstacle to dodge I may pass them on the way bringing her back. Luckily nothing. I dropped her off quick kiss. Still had to get home before they did. I never thought I was going to make it. But squeaked in 2 minutes before they did I even managed to put socks on and button and zip my pants. Still no underwear but I managed to go downstairs febreeze and make sure there was not aftermath.

That was close! It was funny we laughed about it so much later even on the drive to her car. It kind of said something to me. Neither one of us would ever want to be caught that way, that idea horrified us. But we weren’t necessarily disliking the idea of being free to be together. A notion that started to gain some steam without us ever really talking about it…

Author: Matt

Hi, I’m Matt. Just your average uneventful guy. Dedicated Dad, emapth, and nurturer. Going through something I couldn’t possible ever thought possible. My story is called Broken. About an affair at the end of a long marriage and how ultimately I experienced the worst heartbreak of my life. It's honest, raw, and a little bit entertaining. I hope to share my story so people can learn while being therapeutic for myself.

2 thoughts on “Broken – The Close Call”

  1. This is the part where the shame and guilt start to rise…but not enough to cancel or forgo the high. I understand…

    You said you like your family dynamic. That’s what makes it difficult…

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