My story started about 7 years ago. My ex-wife was 32 at that time, (10 yrs. younger than me). She has great legs and is considered pretty. She works as a corporate trainer and usually trains young managers in a classroom environment. She always dresses professionally, in a skirt suit primarily.
This particular class started on a Monday and ended on a Friday morning. As always, Lisa (not her real name) would give me a rundown of the people in the class and what she felt about them. She mentioned two particular young men that she was having trouble with from the get go. I’ll call them the two Amigo’s. She noted they were obviously partiers and would come in hung over and disruptive. Every night she had more complaints and frustration. Yes, the background info is pertinent to the story.
On Thursday, she told me she was taking the class out to do their standard celebratory dinner. My wife wore a particularly short skirt that day. It was a black suit, white lace camisole and black, sheer hose. I remember because she usually didn’t wear a shorter skirt when she taught, (Should have been my first clue). She told me she’d be home by 8 as usual.
Well, 8 rolled around with no Lisa. Around 9 pm I called her and was met with a slurred voice and very loud background music. She told me her boss wanted her to stay out with them and she promised she’d be home by 11 pm (2nd clue I missed, her boss doesn’t drink). I told her to make sure she didn’t drive and went back to my business.
I must have fallen asleep on the couch and awoke at 1 am. I was shocked that Lisa wasn’t home and promptly called. The call went straight to voicemail. Yes, I started thinking the worst and was relieved to hear a car pull up around 2 am. I rushed to the door and was greeted with my wife getting out of the back seat of an SUV. The door was being held open by a young black man. My wife stumbled and began fixing her skirt and trying to put her jacket on. He reached out to steady her and I could hear him laughing. She walked towards the door and the vehicle pulled away with a departing honk.
My blood pressure was rising as I opened the door. Lisa stumbled past me and went straight upstairs, saying nothing. I followed; asking her what the hell was going on. She said, “Nothing, I just drank too much” and closed the bathroom door on my face. I could hear her undressing and peeing. She came out wearing pajamas and crawled into bed, promptly passing out. I was pissed off and shocked.
I went in to the bathroom and her clothes were piled on the floor. I picked up her skirt to put it in the hamper and was greeted with white stains all over the back of skirt. I was shocked. Her stockings were torn and also looked like they had stains on the thighs. My whole world was blown when I noticed among the pile, the Victoria’s Secret Thong I gave her as an Anniversary gift, it was soaked and it smelled p*ssy and semen all over it! In my heart I knew what had happened, however, I wanted an explanation. She would not awaken.
I didn’t sleep and arose with her at 5:30 am. She was obviously still drunk and groggy. She stumbled out of bed with me following. I demanded an explanation. She began crying, telling me she was sorry, and that she didn’t mean to have it happen. Knowing, not believing, I demanded she tell me what happened.
I prepared coffee for both of us to calm her down so she can start talking. Lisa almost went into a trance and re-capped the evening. She told me she started drinking wine with dinner and began drinking with the two Amigo’s. She told me she was going to show them she could hang with them and drank shots. Lisa said everyone left around 9 and she went to a club with the Amigo’s. Lisa noted she got hammered and started dancing a lot with both of them. She says she knew she needed to leave but was having fun and she said she really liked the Amigo’s attention.
She told me one of the guys, (The black one), pulled her in a side room at the bar and they ended up making out. She said he had her skirt up and her panties down to her knees before she knew it. He put her on a banquet table. Lisa said he got between her legs and before she could protest, he’d pulled out his manhood and shove it up inside her. She told me he’s not that huge and he didn’t last long. She gave me an assurance that he didn’t come inside her because he pulled out (Was that supposed to make me feel better?).
Lisa noted they went back to the bar and she danced with the other Amigo. Lisa noted she ended up in the meeting room with him as well and he bent her over the table, adding that just like the first guy, he also didn’t last long, he also pulled out and come outside. I doubt it for a second. Her panties undeniably smells “mutual orgasm” all over it! I knew she’s just partially telling the truth. It’s all written in her face. So I asked her, is that all? Lisa hesitated for awhile but after a couple of minutes, she broke down and cried. She was so embarrassed when she told me she got in the back seat with the first Amigo (the black one) and he made her rode him cow girl style on the way home.
She said she was sorry and she loved me. I stood there perplexed and confused. I love her and I managed to forgive her but I couldn’t forget that incident. It left an ugly scar on our marriage. After 5 years, we got divorced. This is the reason why I’m easily turned off with girls who loves parties and drinking. They remind me of my ex.
Married for 21 years, always faithful, 4 kids, but I’ve ended up in a torrid affair with a beautiful woman and I love it.
My wife and I got married when she got pregnant, we decided to take a chance after only knowing each other 6 months. We’ve made it work, but she is not my soul mate and sex is and never has been a priority for her whereas I have a high sex drive.
She doesn’t like to do the things I like to do sexually, and really I’m not a hardcore perv. She doesn’t like oral, giving or receiving, and the sex is clinical and she mostly just wants to get it over with if I’m lucky enough to talk her into it at all. Lots of rejection and built up resentment.
My lover on the other hand I am 100% locked in with sexually. OMFG it is so good. The kissing alone is incredible.
Since I’ve been with her, my marriage has gotten better and I’m more attentive to my wife, and my feelings of resentment for her not doing what I want sexually have subsided. It’s totally mellowed me out. I have no desire to leave her now, and I love and respect her and I don’t want to ask her to do things she doesn’t enjoy.
My lover has zero expectations and knows I am not leaving wife and is totally fine with me coming over once a week to screw our brains out.
I love two women, my heart is big enough. I know I’m having my cake and eating it too, but I don’t care. I hope the affair lasts a long time and I hope my wife never finds out. If she did, I’d tell her the truth and ask her for an open marriage.
I have never written a story for this or any other site before, but I wanted to share to someone what I have been involved with over the past few months.
It started a couple of months ago. I had a friend, my best friend in fact, get married to a guy (Adam) that I had not known. They had dated for a little over a year, but he was in the military deployed overseas. I had seen pictures of him and had even chatted with him online with her (they met online). He was cute to say the least, but I didn’t give it a second thought. I was, after all, married to a guy that means the world to me. I love my friend dearly and really was just enjoying watching her get to know this guy, and seeing her happy was great.
Adam returned home two weeks prior to their wedding. My friend was so excited and wanted all of us to have a big celebration dinner and party. The party was to be at my and my husband’s house. Sara (my best friend) and Adam met my husband and me, as well as several other people, at a local pizza/wing/beer pub for the dinner. Adam and Sara walked up to me and Sara introduced me. As I looked at Adam I was struck by his muscular frame. He is over 6’ tall and roughly 200 lbs (I am 5’3” and 115). He has crystal blue eyes and a smile that is both warm and inviting. Adam stuck out his hand and shook mine and we pulled each other into the ‘non-sexual’ half hug thing. I am not sure what happened in that instant, but I knew at that very moment I was in trouble.
We all spent the next 2 or so hours in the pub eating, drinking, laughing, and having a great time. I was fixated on Adam and I knew he knew it. He didn’t seem to mind at all, and on more than one occasion tipped his beer mug to me and winked. We were not really any closer than 10 or so feet from each other at the restaurant (we sat on opposite sides of the table, and down from one another some). We all were leaving the pub to pile into our cars and head to our house to continue the evening, when Adam motioned me to exit the restaurant before him by holding the door open for me. As I passed him, he took his free hand (the hand not holding the door open) and lightly brushed my hip as I passed. I casually turned around and there he was winking again.
I didn’t know what to make of it, but I knew that I was dripping wet thinking about him. Driving home I made a conscious decision. I told myself that I would test him to see if he was being a nice guy and harmlessly flirting, or if he had ulterior motives. I want to say that I was going to test him for my friend’s benefit, but the truth is I wasn’t going to tell her regardless of the outcome. I wanted to know if I had interested him the way he had me. They arrived at the party shortly after I did, and we all were gathered out in the back yard. In the course of the initial small talk my husband offered to show Adam our house. Our house isn’t huge, but it’s two stories and he loves to show off his garage with all of his ‘man toys’. I spent a few minutes with the girls, and then excused myself to the upstairs bathroom, telling Sara that I wanted to get out of my dress and into more casual clothes because I was cold. I also knew that the upstairs bathroom had a vent that allowed me to hear everything in the garage so I knew when they would be coming out of the garage and heading upstairs on the house tour.
I listened to my husband and Adam talking about him being over in Iraq for a few minutes and the sound of his voice intoxicated me further. I felt like a little girl with a high school crush, but I also felt like the conniving ***** to even think sexual thoughts about a guy my best friend was marrying in a matter of days. They finally came in from the garage and headed upstairs. I had not yet changed, and when I saw them reach the top of the stairs I acted surprised and told my husband that I wanted to change clothes and have a few quiet moments before returning to the party, but that I didn’t want to be rude to our guests and asked him to go downstairs and let everyone know I’d be back shortly. I also asked that he be the good host and mingle with all of our friends until I got back. My husband readily agreed, not suspecting anything, and as he turned to head downstairs Adam was behind him, but looking at me still. He could see me, but my husband had already gone down enough stairs that I was out of his sightline. I motioned to Adam to return to the upstairs bathroom in 5 minutes. He got what I was motioning him to do, nodded in agreement, and followed my husband downstairs.
Now I was a nervous wreck. I had laid my cards out and was waiting to see what he would do. The few minutes passed like hours and I was almost sick to my stomach, but when he casually climbed the stairs and rounded the corner he looked at me and walked into the bathroom and closed the door, but didn’t latch it. I walked over and looked out the window and saw my husband and Sara and several of our friends laughing and drinking by the pool. My husband had taken up the role of bartender and Sara was sitting there with others just enjoying the drinks and the atmosphere. I knew I had some time.
I walked to the bathroom and pushed the door open enough to slide in. I shut the door behind me and said to Adam, “I don’t know what I’m doing here, but no matter what, no one can know I’m here with you.”
Adam said, “I’m good with that” and smiled at me again.
I had changed into my sweatshirt and didn’t have a bra on. He could see my nipples poking through and knew I was turned on. He moved towards me and as I was leaning against the door he kissed me gently. He started slowly, but soon our tongues were dancing and he had his hands under my shirt, feeling up my 36Cs. I unbuttoned his pants and felt his member in my hand and realized that he was very much a man! It was very hot and heavy for a few minutes.
I had to stop him before it got out of hand that night, but I told him that I would be home alone the following Monday during the day (when both my husband and Sara were at work). I wrote my cell number on a piece of toilet paper with an eyeliner brush (of all things) and gave it to him.
He said, “To be continued then” and slipped out of the bathroom.
I was shaking in my knees for several minutes before I could gather myself enough to go back outside. The rest of the night progressed without incident, and I knew I had all day Sunday to both obsess over what could happen Monday or convince myself to be a true friend and not follow through.
Monday morning around 10:00 am my cell phone rang and it was Sara’s home number. I answered it and of course it was Adam. He asked me if my husband was gone for the day and I told him yes. He said that Sara was gone all day as well. I asked if he really wanted to go through with anything and he said he was more than willing, if I was and if it could remain our little secret. I paused and mentally answered ‘no, no, no, no, no,’ but all of a sudden I heard myself say “My front door will be unlocked” and I hung up.
45 minutes later Adam again walked up the stairs and saw me standing in the doorway to my bedroom. I was wearing a one-piece satin pajama dress and nothing else. This time he didn’t waste any time. He walked over to me and kissed me deeply. I reached around and grabbed him by his back and dug my nails in. He instinctively lifted my pajama dress over my head (as I instinctively raised my arms for him) and picked me up to carry me to the bed.
I will not go into the gory details, but suffice it to say he did things to me in ways that no man has ever done before or since. We made love for about 3 hours and I knew that he had me anytime he wanted me. I do not regret what has happened so far, but I know that in an instant many worlds could come crashing down….has anyone had any similar experiences? By Amybabe3a
It was one of the worse decisions in my life. I cheated on you and I honestly don’t know why. So what you’re not as affectionate as I’d like you to be. You can be cheap (like refusing to buy me popcorn when you take me to a movie), too religious (God forbid I miss church) and not as friendly with my friends as you should be. But you have so many great qualities. I am so in love with you. I am. I just wanted some attention. I asked you if you wanted to go to a movie and you replied that you wish I wasn’t so spontaneous. UH? It’s a movie date not a sudden desire to visit the South Pacific! I told you to kiss me more, you can’t because it arouses you. So, I did the unthinkable and cheated. It was disgusting! I want to snatch my vagina off and throw it away. He’s an old high school friend that I reconnected with very briefly in my 20’s. He’s married and a gigolo. I picked a winner! He picked me up for ‘lunch’ and I asked him to kindly put the Bible that he had in the front of the car in the trunk. He took me to his mother’s house and served me leftovers. LMAO!! What am I 12? I was too embarrassed to ask him to just take me back to work. We made our way down to the basement. I asked for a drink. He cautioned that I had to return to work. I laughed dryly and sipped the cheap wine poured. Anything to get through this! I should have asked for NOVACAINE! He laid me on a child’s day bed that had a talking Rug Rat doll on it. I accidentally pressed the doll at some point. The doll responded by asking if I wanted to sing a song? Read a book? Think happy thoughts? Anything but witness what was taken place.
The kissing was great. Then he took his clothes off. We aren’t in our 20’s anymore, he should have been less eager. He was uncircumcised. Disgusting, but he was clean. I told him we should just stick to oral. He ‘sucked’ (pun intended) and not in a good way. At some point he reached for the condom and I could barely feel him. He rotated his hips like a hula dancer and if I wasn’t so disappointed in myself I would have laughed myself into a self-induced coma! He soon got up and complained that the bed was too small (so he and the bed have something in common) and he had a cramp. I realized from the condom that he had cum. When did that happen? He didn’t make a sound. It was all disturbingly disgusting. You know I don’t like quiet climaxes.
I immediately asked for a wash cloth and the direction to the bathroom. He said that the next time we’d get a hotel. He’d take me to lunch. There’s this restaurant that I would love. He has no idea THERE WILL NEVER BE A NEXT TIME! I even unfriended him on Facebook!
I went home to you, my husband. When you walked through the door that evening after work I hugged you. I showered twice before you got home. I held you all night and laid my head on your chest. I’m taking you to a movie tonight and buying the popcorn. See, I’m so in love with you. I really am. You are kind and gentle. You make love to me like no man has ever done before. You bring out the best in me. You’re renovating our home with your own hands. You support me and make me want to be better. I love you. I love you. I love you. Even if the stupid mistake had been better. Even if he had done everything right in a nice sized bed I would have felt the same. I didn’t get anything out of this but guilt. May God forgive me.