Isn't this wrong?

My old grandfather clock chimes at 7pm and I realize I've been watching TV for too long. I glance over to see my husband had fallen asleep in his recliner. On the seventh chime, he wakes up and stretches. He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom silently. With a sigh I, too, get up and stretch before walking into the bedroom to change into my pajamas.

"You should come over tonight.." my neighbor's voice echoes seductively in my head and a shiver runs down my spine. I pull out my favorite black, spaghetti-strap pajama gown and change into it, throwing my clothes of the day into the hamper. I hear the shower head turn on and know now that my husband was taking his nightly shower.

Despite being previously satisfied, I find that my insides have started to squirm and yearn for more. I lick my lips briefly before approaching the bathroom door.

"Um, babe..?" I knock softly on the door.

"What?" he says dismissively.

"I was wondering if we could maybe have a little fun tonight.." I say hopefully "it's been a bit since our last 'playtime', if you will, and --"

"No, thanks." he said coldly.

I sigh softly and walk away from the bathroom door, returning to the bedroom. Crawling into bed, I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling. Images of my neighbor begin to flash in my head and my insides start to squirm again. I shift uncomfortably as I try to rationalize my husband's neglectful behavior.

I can't go over there.. I need to confess what happened in the hall way..

I roll onto my side as my guilt starts to eat away at me. I shut my eyes to try and sleep as I consider just what I'll tell my husband in the morning about my betrayal. The darkness swirls around my mind as I try to rest and another image of my neighbor comes into view. This time he's laying on his bed, on his side, resting his head up on his hand, propped up by his elbow. He's smiling seductively and pats the empty space infront of him, beckoning me. My mouth begins to water as I so desperately wish to taste him again. I lick my lips and step closer, only to see his image fade away into the darkness, replaced by my husband laying in the bed with his back turned to me.

I opened my eyes to see my husband crawling into bed next to me in his favorite pajamas. He lays down with his back to me and pulls the blankets up to his shoulder.

"Good night." I said softly.

"Mhm." He said.

I stared at him for a moment, wondering if our relationship had truly come to this point. What had I done so wrong to warrent being neglected this strongly. The emptiness inside my chest is almost too much to bare and no amount of convincing now can deter me from what I know I need.

I wait patiently for the sound of snoring before I slowly climb out of bed. Glancing back at my now sleeping husband, feeling the beginning of heartbreak coming on, I turn away and walk out of the bedroom. I leave my apartment quietly and shut the front door gently behind me. Before me now stands my neighbors door. Apartment 4N. My throat begins to dry as nervousness pokes at my stomach. I raise my fist to knock on the door, but before I could, the door opens and my neighbor stands there in a pair of black pajama pants and no shirt. I feel my jaw drop slightly and quickly pick it up.

"H-hello.." I stammer, shyly. He smiles and steps aside, gesturing me to enter. I glance back at my door, before turning back to him. I return his smile with my own and brush past him into his apartment.

His apartment was laid out the same way as mine as far as the rooms go, of course. But his decor was considerably different. Modern styled furniture adorned the room with simple black curtains on every window, which were all closed. One large TV, connected into a rather obvious suround-sound speaker setup revealed to me that he was a gamer. A rather expensive looking gaming chair sat back in the corner, just waiting to be used for the next gaming session.

"you're a gamer, I see." Knowing he and I have that in common, I was able to relax a little bit more. I turn around to see him leaning against his now shut front door.

"Yes. I play a number of games. I'm a game designer." He spoke softly and made his way to the couch. He sat down and crossed his legs loosly. He leaned back intot he corner of the couch and gesture for me to sit with him. I gladly oblidged.

"Thank you for inviting me over." I said, feeling some of my nervousness return

"Thank you for coming over." He countered with a smile. "I know you're married and I doubted you would come over at all." Through his words, he never once broke sight of me. I watched him closely and swallowed dryly. "I'm really glad you came.." He said softer, leaning forward slightly, peircing me with his gaze "I have so many things I want to do with you.. to you.."

A rush of heat fills my body and as it sinks into my stomach, I could feel myself beginning to moisten. I shift my legs slightly with anticipation and press my lips together. I could feel my cheeks flush red and look down at my hands shyly. My neighbor moves closer to me and with his finger beneath my chin, lifts my eyes to his. We connect gazes once again, this time with a kind of passion I've not felt in a long, long time. He inches closer slowly and I can't help but to part my lips. He tilts his head slightly as he touches his lips to mine. As our lips connect, both our eyes close and all the shyness and nervousness melt away. His hand moves from my chin to the side of my neck and I bring my hand up to his cheek. It's not even another minute before his body is pressed against mine firmly and both of our body heats begin to intertwine. Our tongues dance together and the sweetness of his mouth urges me to want more.