Excerpt from Daddy Mistook Me For Mommy:
And this is the point at which alcohol led me to make the most dramatic mistake I have ever made in my life. In the bedroom, I began to strip, although it wasn’t easy co-ordinating my actions, and I had to sit heavily on the bed to get my shirt off. Eventually, after tangling with my pants, and taking an age to remove my socks, I was ready for bed. I lumbered around to my side of the bed and was about to pull back the covers when I noticed for the first time that there was someone in the bed.
A sober man would have stopped to think at this point. Annette was in another part of the country. Her car had not been on the driveway so she hadn’t come back early. And she had once told me that Chloe occasionally slept in our bed when we were away, as she didn’t like her bed. A sober man would have put all of that together, realized what had happened, gathered up all of his clothes and sneaked out to go and sleep on the sofa.
But I wasn’t able to make those connections until it was too late. Way too late. I don’t really know what I was thinking as I slid into bed, but I guess I had a vague idea that my wife was lying there and that it would be good to hold her for a while. At first it all seemed normal. I slid into the bed, slipped across and wrapped my arms around her. I do remember thinking vaguely that something wasn’t quite right although I couldn’t say exactly what. I remember that the feeling of her soft skin against mine was kind of hot and that my cock began to stir almost immediately. I remember leaning into her heat and kissing her softly on the neck. I remember her stirring and rolling over and her lips meeting mine. And at that very moment, drunk as I was, I realized, with horror that I was kissing Chloe.
As soon as I realized it was Chloe I pulled back. She was only half awake, and there was only the light of the moon in that room, but still her beauty was breathtaking, angelic even. What I had done!
“I…I…I’m sorry,” I stuttered and slurred. I realized too that my breath must have smelt of beer and cold coffee. “I will go…” I said, “I mean, I will sleep on the couch.”
She looked puzzled, as though she had woken from a strange dream and didn’t really know where she was. I saw her open her mouth, her lips glistened in the half light and I couldn’t move. I was transfixed. I moved my mouth closer to her, not daring to kiss her, my brain screaming at me that this was completely wrong and that I should leave. I closed my eyes. What was I doing?
While my eyes were closed, I felt the soft light touch of her lips on mine. Instantly I opened my eyes. Hers were shut tight, but her lips were pressed against me, pushing on me. I felt, beneath the covers, the merest brush of warmth against my thigh. I was helpless to stop my cock from hardening and thickening. And I didn’t want our kiss to end. I was lost in her touch, in her beauty.
