Her hands were shaking as she held the plastic. Her eyes were glued to the display. She was waiting for the result. Impatient. Every heartbeat passed like an hour. At her heartbeat rate, two minutes meant close to two hundred hours. Two hundred hours of waiting in the narrow confinement of the airplane toilet.
A piece of memory flashed through her mind. A memory she preferred to forget. The mere mentioning of his name was like a sting to her heart. A renewed stream of tears ran down her stained face.
A flood of feelings did somersaults in her heart. Guilt over the irreparable damage. Sadness over the forever lost love. Nervousness anticipating the dreadful result. Crippling anxiety making her unable to move.
She mustered all her strength to hammer down the prescription pills. She gasped for air. They stuck in her swollen throat.
She sobbed and cramped her body further into her fetal position. Almost hyperventilating. Her mind mercilessly drifted back. That fateful day that set the ball rolling for her self-inflicted misery.
The most difficult question to answer: what had driven her to see him that day?
******
She stood on his doorstep. She was trembling nervously. Especially her finger on the bell button. She ground her teeth. Should she really do it? She knew he was home alone. No wife. No kids. For a short while at least.
And then: a single nervous spasm. Involuntary. She heard the bell ring. She could have turned around and run away. Her body just wouldn’t. Her hormones remembered him too well. Her heart missed him too dearly. Her nosed longed for his scent too much.
The door flung open. In shock, she almost jumped back.
His eyes. His deep, warm eyes. It was too late. She knew it. She knew he knew as well. She read it in his baffled gaze.
No need to seduce him. As soon as he unconsciously detected her pheromone-loaded scent, his hormones did the job for her. She was in his arms faster than she could rethink. Once more his protective embrace filled her belly with butterflies.
For a short instant, she forgot who he was; who he once had been.
He carried her to his bed. A quick thought about who would usually be carried to this very bed. Then silenced by the sound of his soothing heartbeat. She was his. Had always been.
Drunk with love, she let him undress her. He gasped as he lay eyes on the beauty he had once deeply loved. The strong scent of her sex. Him raging with lust. His jeans and briefs came off at once. His solidified manhood freed from its constraints. She gasped in anticipation.
Memories of a long-suppressed love overpowered him. Her arms wrapped around him as he threw himself on her. His erect cock naturally found its way into her welcoming entrance. She moaned as his cock filled her to the brim. Aching love-cries came out of her mouth.
Long-suppressed feelings overwhelmed her. She had missed him so dearly. Him and his cock which had once filled and molded her dripping pussy.
A blissful frenzy as they fucked as if to catch up the years apart.
Finally, he trembled as his seed flooded her insides. He moaned his wife’s name.
It hit her. She realized the nature of her mistake. He collapsed on top of her, rolled over and fell asleep. She knew he’d do this. He always had.
A tear left her eye. The overwhelming guilt crept into her belly. She stared at a picture on his nightstand. A photograph of his wife and his children she had led him to betray.
******
Her mind drifted back. Remembered why she was here. In the airplane toilet. On her escape from her unforgivable mistakes.
The test stick relentlessly displayed the result. Renewed tears. Renewed regret. Renewed sobs. Fate had decided to take her last reason to hang on.
Her tear-stained face relaxed as her guilt-burdened conscience drifted off to a deep, dreamless sleep. She wished never to wake up again.
