A Snap Decision

In his book, Blink, Malcolm Gladwell argues that snap decisions, the ones made with just a moment's thought, are the best ones. Instinct plays a big role in those decisions, supposedly. If instinct played a role in what I did with Danny that afternoon, what does it say about me? Had I been craving that without realizing it? All I know is that the snap decision I made that afternoon changed a lot of things in my life. I'm still trying to figure out if it's for the better.

Danny and I had all the kids, his three and my two, together for a play date. We did that at least a couple times a week since we lived so close together and the kids loved to play with each other. I do some bookkeeping on the side, but mostly I'm a stay-at-home mom. My husband is an engineer with the local transit company. Danny's wife works fulltime while he takes care of the kids and does the occasional freelance graphic design project. The kids were playing in the backyard and we were confident they could be left to their own devices for a while.

"Finally, a break," Danny said, flopping bonelessly onto the couch, his arms spread wide. "Hopefully they will wear themselves out and we can sit them in front of a video for a while after this."

Same old Danny, I thought, looking at him from the kitchen, which was adjacent to the great room. We could see the kids running around the backyard through the windows and patio doors. I'd known Danny for over fifteen years. We first met in middle school, when he started following me around with a puppy love crush. Love never quite blossomed between us, but a great friendship did.

"And how do you expect to get them all to agree on a video?" I asked. I carried two glasses of lemonade and joined him on the couch.

"I'll think of something. Thanks." He took his drink and sipped it.

"You usually do."

Danny flashed the charming grin that took years off his face. "I can get the kids to do what I want because I think on their level. You should try it sometime."

"Someone has to be the adult here. Besides, I'm not sure I could regress quite the far."

"I could fill the water guns again and we'll see how far back you can go."

"I don't think so. I am wearing white today."

"That makes it even better!"

Danny unashamedly stared at my chest. I'm sure he was wondering how transparent my white tank top would turn if he soaked me. Unfortunately for him, I was just wearing a comfortable, soft yellow bra with little blue polka dots underneath. Nothing too exciting, not that I thought there was much to see anyway. I'm not blessed with size up top. Don't get me wrong, I've got great tits, or so my husband always tells me. What they lack in size, they make up for in perkiness and shape. Every once in a while I'll joke about getting implants, but I'm not really serious about it. My guy friends are split on it; a couple have encouraged me to go for the double-Ds, while the others say they'll kill me if I mess with what I have. Danny's always fallen into the latter camp, despite that fact that his wife has big, natural breasts.

"Do you mind?" I asked when he kept right on staring.

"Not at all."

"Here, let me help you."

I used my arms to push my breasts together and leaned forward, creating a teeny bit of cleavage. Danny's eyes went wide and I playfully smacked the side of his head.

"Hey! If you're going to put them out like that, I'm going to look. You know I love your body."

I sat back and had some lemonade. "And you realize that it doesn't look like it did when we were eighteen, right?"

"I've seen you in a bikini, Kel. You've still got a rockin' bod."

I think I blushed, and I looked away so he couldn't tell. Yes, I put a lot of effort into keeping in shape, but I didn't think of myself as sexy. That's just not me. But with the way Danny constantly flirted with me over the years, I can see why someone might think I was. It's a good thing my husband isn't the jealous type, though I know Danny's wife doesn't love it.

He must have read the skepticism on my face. "You could, y'know, get naked so I can really be sure. It's been a while, but I still remember how hot you were back in the day."

Yes, many years ago, when we were about nineteen, I think, Danny and I briefly dated. Our friends and our spouses knew about that, but the secret was how far we went. Since it was only a couple weeks, I think a lot of people assume not much happened. They couldn't be more wrong. The first time Danny and I went on an official date we ended having sex in the back of a Chevy Malibu. I was coming off a long relationship that hadn't ended well and Danny was just a hormonal teenage boy, so we just sort of fell on each other the first chance we got. And then we kept falling on each other. I don't think I've ever had so much sex in such a small span of time, even on my honeymoon. The sex was hot. Unfortunately, we both realized we work better as friends.

"That's probably not a good idea, and I don't think either of our spouses would appreciate it," I said, though I have to admit, I wonder for a moment how he would react if I'd agreed. Or better yet, what if I just pulled off my top? The slack-jawed look on his face might be worth it, if I had the nerve.

"You're right about that, but why not? Everyone thinks we're already doing it anyway," Danny said.

"They just enjoy teasing us about it. I'm not sure that's a license to just hook up."

It was true. All of our friends, even my own husband, constantly teased us about how much time Danny and I spent alone together. They all said we were sneaking off and screwing while the kids played or napped. I'd even heard Danny referred to as my "other husband." Every once in a while, I wondered what it would be like to be that person. It wasn't that I wanted, or needed, to cheat on my husband, but wouldn't it be exciting to be that type of woman, the type who could just have a quick roll in the hay to satisfy her urges and shake it off like it was nothing? Sometimes I wish I wasn't always the responsible one, the one who always does the right thing. It's fun to be the bad girl. I should know. I got up to plenty of trouble when I was younger, before I became someone's wife, someone's mother.

I fixed Danny with an intense look. "And what if I said yes? Do you think you could do it?"

"Do what? I didn't really ask you to do anything."

"You wanted me to get naked so you could look me over. What if I said yes?"

"But you wouldn't."

"But what if I would? What if I did?"

I had him squirming. I knew Danny very well, and I could tell he thought I just might do something here. I could see the wheels turning. "Not that I believe you would, but sure, I'd love to see you naked. There's no harm in just looking."

I don't know what suddenly got into me, but I shot a look over my shoulder to check that the kids were all still outside and playing nicely. They couldn't get out of the yard on their own, so we were safe as far as that went. Danny looked at me expectantly, but with more than a little skepticism. He still thought I was just teasing him. And maybe I was, until I yanked my tank top over my head. Danny's eyes danced between my face and my chest. He wanted to look, but wasn't sure if he should. He couldn't decide if this was some kind of trick. I was surprisingly okay with it. It wasn't any different than him seeing me in a bikini top, which he had plenty of times before. My bra was nice, supportive and shaping, without revealing too much or really pushing me up. I didn't know if I should pose or do something sexy, so I just stretched out my arm on the back of the couch and sat there as if this was a perfectly normal occurrence. The longer I was topless, the more comfortable Danny became staring at my breasts.

"Those are pretty nice, Kel. But is that it? Let's keep going," he said, a smile creeping to the corner of his mouth. He'd always been competitive, and I knew he didn't like how comfortable I was when he had been nervous. He wanted to push it.

"Okay, fine, but you have to tell me if any of the kids come to the door."

My back was to the patio doors and I couldn't see outside when I faced Danny. The way the couch was angled, no one outside could really see me without coming right up to the patio doors. I reached back and unhooked my bra. For a brief moment I questioned my sanity, and took a deep breath. I shrugged my bra off and let it drop to my lap.

"Damn, Kel, those look good," he exclaimed. Danny didn't even pretend to be conflicted about where to look this time. It was a warm day, but my suddenly-exposed nipples drew into pale little points as they hardened. I'm the furthest thing from an exhibitionist, but I realized I liked Danny looking at me with such unbridled lust. I could tell he was struggling with the urge to reach out and touch me. I knew I'd fulfilled my side of the bargain and could get dressed, but I didn't.

"I'm holding up okay?"

"Better than okay. I'm telling you, your tits are as perky as ever. I think they're even a little bigger."

"Childbirth will do that. You've seen mine, now it's your turn," I said. The words left my mouth before I could really think about what I was saying. With me being half-naked, no good could come of this if Danny started removing clothing.

"That wasn't the deal," he protested.

"But it is fair."

I stared Danny down while he squirmed in his seat. I'm very good at getting my way. Some of my friends say I can be a royal bitch, but I prefer to just think of myself as strong-willed. He had no chance.

"Fine, okay. But, y'know, something's come up..."

Danny is not the easily embarrassed type. I'm more likely to turn red at the drop of a hat, but he was chagrined that staring at me topless had him so horny. He pushed his baggy cargo shorts and boxers down and his long, hard shaft popped into view. I felt an immediate pang and squeezed my thighs together just a little bit. I honestly hadn't thought about him sexually in over a decade, but just the sight of his prick brought all those memories flooding back. The sex had been amazing. In my experience, Danny's just a little bigger than average, definitely thicker, but the clincher is this slight curve to his shaft and makes it feel so delicious when he goes nice and slow. I could remember the way he felt inside me like it was just yesterday, and my sudden, visceral reaction worried me. For the first time in my marriage, I really wanted to have sex with another man.

I smiled. "I guess I would be insulted if you didn't have a reaction."

"Yeah, see, and in my defense, the old sex life has taken a little nose dive lately," he said.

"She's still not taking care of you?"

"I wouldn't say never, but you know it just hasn't been the same since the last baby. There's always a big work project, or the kids have us exhausted. There's just usually a reason why we're too busy."

"That's a shame. There's always a way to find time. We do. Even if we've only got a few minutes, a quick blow job usually does the trick. You don't want to see your man out into the world with a hard on."

I wasn't telling Danny anything about my sex life that we hadn't shared before, or vice versa. We were open with each other about everything, so it wasn't an odd topic, except that we were discussing sex while we were both half naked.

"It's been a long time since that happened," he said.

"Really?" Okay, maybe we didn't discuss everything.

"Yeah. I don't think it was her favorite thing to do to begin with, but it's really fallen off now—to almost never."

"That's terrible. I don't know what's up with me, but I love to do it."

Danny grinned. "I remember. And it's one of the many things that make you special, Kel. How about you do a favor for a friend in need? Y'know, for old time's sake."

I forced myself to look away from his prick, because looking at it kept me from immediately answering no. It wasn't like there was anything missing from my sex life. I was just suddenly really horny and in the mood to do something daring and reckless. Something totally unlike me.

"You don't think that's going a bit too far?"

"I think we're already done that. Why not go even further? No one will know."

"It will have to be quick. We could be interrupted..."

"I doubt I'm going to hold out very long."

Is it terrible that I didn't need more convincing? It was just another snap decision, like taking my top off. The truth is, I just wanted to do it. And it too often, I felt like I was always doing what everyone else wanted, not what I wanted. I know that sounds like a selfish, childish complaint, and a weak rational for giving a blow job behind my husband's back, but I didn't need a rationale. I want to do it, so I was doing it. I moved closer on the couch and leaned forward, brushing my short, dirty-blonde hair back from my face. Danny groaned when I grabbed his cock. I stopped just before I did it. Just sucking him off felt too dirty. I wanted to slow down a second and make it more than just him cumming.

"Huh?" Danny questioned. I could see the frustration on his face.

I kissed him. I kissed him hard, slithering my tongue into his mouth, and I put his hands on my breasts. Danny mauled my tits like he'd never touched a set before, but he settled down and teased my nipples with his thumbs in that way that makes me shiver and moan. It was sweet that even after all these years, he remembered what I like. My heart raced and I felt like doing a lot more than just going down on him. I stroked my hand up and down his shaft and felt slick precum leak from the tip. Breathlessly, I broke the kiss and sucked him into my mouth.

"Christ, Kelly," he blasphemed, sinking back into the couch.

I held him at the base and relaxed my throat enough to take him deep without gagging. It' a trick most women can't do, but like I said, I really enjoy giving head, so I've made sure to get really good at it. Besides, being a good Catholic girl, I wasn't going to sleep with every boy I dated in high school. But I wasn't going to send them home with blue balls either, so I had to do something, and hand jobs just always seemed lame. I've always been people pleaser, and while I like a man to be a man and take charge, I love that feeling of knowing I'm in complete control, if just for a few minutes. I love the way they look at you while their prick is in your mouth, like they would do anything in the world for you.

Danny brushed my hair back and stared right into my big, hazel doe eyes and gave me that look. I slipped up and down his cock with my lips tight around it and my cheeks hollowed out, making my slender, delicate features look even more narrow, and Danny stared at me like I was the only woman in the world. It was time for the move that made all guys think you're a little slut who's up for anything.

"Ohhh...Kkkkelllyy..." Danny gasped.

I stroked his cock and held it aside so I could suck on his balls. This isn't always the best move for me, but he was clean and well-groomed, so I didn't have a problem. I opened wide enough to suck on both his balls at once, leaving him with a silly, stunned look, and then I started sucking his cock again. I rapidly bobbed up and down, gave him my best "fuck me" eyes, and played with his balls. All at once and Danny was a goner. He lifted off the couch and pushed at my mouth, but I kept in control.

"Ooooo Ccchrrisstt...oooooo..Kelllll...oooooooo...IIII...ooooo..."

I think he was trying to warn me, but couldn't get the words out. Seconds later, Danny was cumming. It blasted the back of my throat and filled my mouth and he kept going. He came so hard and so fast that I believed it really had been a while. Swallowing isn't my favorite thing, but I'll do it, and I didn't see an option in the moment. But Danny came way more than I'm used to, and it bubbled from my lips and dripped down. I caught that last bit with my tongue and let him go with a hearty lip-smack. Danny was shaking and breathless.

"Oh Christ. Thank you, Kelly," he stammered.

I laughed. I couldn't remember the last time I'd actually been thanked for a blow job. I found my discarded clothes and clutched them to my chest. I heard squeals getting louder. His daughter was coming toward the door. "Get your shorts buttoned up. We're about to be interrupted." I slithered off the couch so I couldn't be seen and slipped out of the room.

I locked the door of the downstairs powder room behind me, leaning against the wall. Oh my God! That was crazy! I was exhilarated. And I was horny as hell. I unsnapped my shorts as quick as I could and pushed a hand into my panties. I was drenched down there. Three fingers stroked my shaved mound, while the middle one pushed between my lips and brushed my clit. Gasps and moans filled the little powder room as I reached over to turn the water on full power. I'm not a screamer, but it's hard to be completely quiet, especially when I'm that turned on. It sounded like all the kids were in the living room with Danny, and I heard him say, "Your mom's in the bathroom, she'll be right out." I felt a pang of guilt at that, but kept going. I was so close. My entire body throbbed as I leaned over and bit down on a hanging hand towel. I climaxed so intensely and quickly that I felt dizzy. Weak-kneed, I sank down to the floor closed my eyes to enjoy that moment while I took deep, cleansing breaths.

When I came out of the bathroom, I cleaned up like nothing had happened. Danny and I proceeded with our kids' play date like nothing had happened. Only a quick look before we hugged and kissed on the cheek at the end of the afternoon hinted that this afternoon was different than any other play date. Danny and his kids were gone and I put mine to work helping me clean up the house before their dad got home.

Yes, my husband. When I saw him after work, I was amazingly guilt free. It just seemed like my afternoon trifle with Danny was a quick, happy moment and that it hadn't changed anything, so was it really so wrong? And my husband even benefited from it, because I was still horny as hell. As soon as the kids were in bed that night I was all over him. I even put on a skimpy navy blue, lace nightie that I rarely wear. He had that off in a jiffy, which is why I don't usually bother with lingerie, and was between my legs. I don't need a lot of foreplay as a rule, so I don't think he noticed that I was already soaked. We were right down to the sex in moments, which he did notice.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked.

"You, just now. Come on, honey, do it."

"Your other husband must not have gotten the job done today," he joked.

I laughed uncomfortably. "He left me wanting more."

"Good thing for me."

I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him inside me, and the time for banter was over. I clutched at his back and he rode me vigorously. I couldn't help by notice how different he was from Danny. He's still quite a good athlete, playing in a couple baseball leagues, while Danny is more an Xbox kind of guy. My husband had dark good looks and a great physique, and I think I'm more attracted to him now than ever. As I made love to my husband, my enthusiasm for him had not dimmed at all from having been with Danny. No deficiency with my husband had caused me to want to play with my friend that afternoon. It was just a little extra.

The bed rocked and squealed beneath us. He grunted and held onto the headboard as he slammed down harder and harder. When I came, I didn't hold back like I had earlier. It felt good to totally let go and cry out my husband's name. My whole body clenched around him as he kept going and going, until one final thrust, then I felt him cumming inside me. I love that feeling. Again, it's the people-pleaser in me.

I pushed him off and let the ceiling fan cool my sweaty skin. I'm not one of those women who needs to cuddle after sex. I want to cool down and go to sleep. Sex is an all-consuming thing for me.