Thrilling encounter at husband’s work event - [F30/M45] [cheating] [doggy] [unprotected sex]
I never thought I’d become that sort of a woman. I grew up seeing a lot of infidelity, chaos, bitterness and filth surrounding marriage and relationships. All my life I’d remained determined that I would be different. I would embody cleanliness and purity. This isn’t just about sex and relationships. In general I was surrounded by poor values and lack of ethics and discipline. I was used to violence, aggression, greed and deception. I wanted to rise above all of it. I knew I wanted to earn a legal income, I knew I wanted to build a life that was approved of by all measures of society and I wanted to enjoy the fruits of my labor without hesitations or guilt. Largely, I had been successful. I worked through college, I found a good and loyal husband (at least to my knowledge) and I had even saved myself for our wedding night. So now as I am writing all this down, I can hardly believe myself. How did I stray so far away from the vision I had for myself? Or does all this just go to show that try as you might, you can never deviate too far from your true origins.
It would be really easy to frame all of this like I was the victim. The scene had all the major ingredients of crime, if not all of them. I was inside a bathroom at a fancy hotel, one of those large single rooms, not a stall of many. I had gone in to reapply my lipstick and hadn’t locked the door. Suddenly the door was swiftly thrown open, a man came inside and quietly shut and locked it behind him. A large, hefty man, clad in a black suit. He looked like he was on a mission, and he was. I could lie and say that my heart leaped in fear, that I panicked and froze. But I knew the adrenaline flowing through my veins was purely the enjoyable kind. I felt a jolt of excitement that I had forgotten about and I could only wait to see what would unfold. I wanted to see what the night had in store for me. Like I was being handed a little treat and the more quietly and calmly I let it all unfold, the higher would be my reward.
The man was not unknown to me. My husband had introduced us just moments ago, he was a senior director in his department. Even then I could tell that he was attracted to me right away. I think it’s a sense that all women have. Admittedly, I was wearing a low cut dress, the kind where two slips of fabric barely covered most of my breasts. Admittedly, I had left out the pasties and admittedly, his gaze had caused my nipples to erect and obviously he noticed.
And so there I was standing in front of the mirror as he came up close behind me. He used his hands to spread my legs in a V as he pushed down on my waist so I bent a little and my ass lifted up towards him. He lifted up my dress and pushed my panties down hard. He then grabbed both my arms and twisted them at my back, holding both my wrists in one of his hands like a handcuff. He then fidgeted with himself, as he had only one hand free to release himself. And soon after that I felt him push roughly inside me with a throbbing ache and I couldn’t help but moan out in pain. Ignoring my pain he thrusted hard inside me, roughly pushing into me, sliding all the way out only to slam into me as hard as possible again. My hipbones repeatedly slammed against the marble sinktop, knowing I would bruise the next morning. At one point, two of his fingers were jammed in my mouth probably to make sure that I didn’t make any more loud noises. Within a few minutes, he was cumming, shaking hard for a long time as he shot ropes of cum inside me that I could also feel trickle out of me. He came so hard, his breathing was so heaving in my ear and he started moaning too. I think in order to quiet himself he bit down on my neck and the last drops of his cum were being poured inside me he started sweetly licking on my neck and up to my earlobes. It was the most thrilling night of my life.
As you can imagine it wasn’t that hard to find his number and reach out to him. And I did. Since then we have met twice. Once at a hotel room and once at my place when my husband was out of town. I know I should cut it off soon, but here we are for now.