Cheating on a Family Si Trip

When I woke up the next morning, my first reaction was confusion, then the realization of where I was, and then immediately a deep sense of regret and heartache. I checked my phone. 7:30 am.

I reached behind me. Empty. Carly must have gotten up early to take care of the kids. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I listened to the scampering of kids running up and down the hallway and the calls to breakfast from the more responsible adults in the group. The events of the previous night were still fresh in my mind.

The moment Rachel walked in. The way she seemed so bitchy, yet so vulnerable at the same time. The way I treated her body. Fuck, I thought, she had a great body. When she asked -- no -- begged me, with that quiet little voice... to choke her. The way my fingers wrapped around her soft neck. The way she responded. The way my dick looked sliding in and out of her incredibly tight pussy.

My hand reached for my growing erection. I squeezed my cock, like Rachel had done only a few hours before. I slowly stroked my dick under the covers. I remembered cumming on her face and tongue. How she looked when she was on her knees, begging to cover her with my seed.

FUCK.

What had I done?

I released my grip and covered my face. My mind was spinning. Thoughts came crashing in from every angle.

I had cheated on my wife. I literally cheated. I was a cheater.

I was that asshole that I always prided myself on never being. The guy I looked down on and pittied.

And, obviously, Carly knew. She had to know. It's her best friend, you asshole. That's why she left the room. And now she's going to leave you. And she's going to tell everyone. And Rachel is going to cry and tell everyone that I raped her and it was my fault.

FUCK.

I'm going to lose my family. My kids are going to grow up hating me. What the fuck have I done.

My skin was crawling. My heart was racing. I couldn't get out of my own head. I couldn't leave my body. It wasn't all a terrible, erotic dream. And what made it worse, we had two full days of vacationing together ahead of us. Obviously, that would have to be cancelled. Everyone would know why. My reputation will be ruined. All our friends will know...

Suddenly, a knock on the door. Tap tap tap. "Honey?" Carly called from the other side of the door as she slowly opened it.

"Uh... yeah sweetheart." I croaked. "I'm awake. It's okay, you can come in." I tried to sound nonchalant. Was I overdoing it, I wondered?

Carly slipped into the room and closed the door with a click behind her. She was wearing the pajama set we all wore Christmas morning, a red and black plaid long sleeved button-down shirt and matching pants. "You came to bed so late, I figured I'd let you sleep in a bit." She came towards the bed and pulled the covers back before slipping in and cuddling up next to me.

She laid her head onto my chest and draped a leg over mine. I wrapped my arm around her and squeezed her shoulder as I pulled her in closer. Carly snuggled into me, and I kissed the top of her head.

I felt a sense of peace for a moment, before dread come over me again. Maybe she doesn't know. This isn't the behavior of a woman who has just been cheated on. Is it? Is this a trick? Maybe it's a trap to get me to confess?

FUCK.

Carly sighed. It felt like contentment, not despair... but my brain was such a mess it couldn't decipher the difference.

"Everything okay honey?"

Carly giggled. "Of course. I'm so happy. I love this place! The kids are all getting along, Erin and Bob are doing breakfast today, and they kicked me out of the kitchen and sent me back in here with you."

She hugged me and kissed my chest.

FUCK.

I was riddled with guilt. My heart was beating so fast, I was sure she could feel it. And she did.

"Wow, your heart is racing... is that because of me?" Carly looked up and smiled at me. Her blue eyes stared deep into my soul. The little consolation I felt being held by my wife drained out of me as a pang of anguish and guilt washed over my body.

"uh huh," I smiled back. It was all I could get out.

"Oh really?" Carly had that mischievous look in her eyes. The kind she gets when she's horny, which was candidly not often. Most times it was me instigating sex. Actually, every time it was me. Carly called that my perceived reality, but not actual reality. Maybe that was true. But the rarity of that look was something I had instinctually learned to respond to. When Carly was ready, I was going to take full advantage.

And my body reacted instinctively. Carly reached down and found my still semi-hard cock and rubbed it over my shorts.

"Mmmmm... is this because of me too?" she asked coyly.

"Ungh... yeah." I managed. She didn't know... she couldn't know. Could she?

My dick came fully back to life now. Carly stretched her neck up planted her lips on my chin. I tilted my head down and kissed her. She tasted like coffee. Her tongue darted out and met mine.

Her tongue was quick. She didn't linger and play with mine. Not like Rachel. My mind slipped away, remembering how Rachel's tongue felt. Soft, slow, sensual yet desperate. I leaned up a bit more and sucked Carly's tongue, trying to coax her into kissing me like Rachel had. But Carly pulled away. "Whoa there... someone's excited!"

Carley reached under my shorts and found my bare cock. Thank God I showered last night, I thought. She stroked my cock harder, but not tighter. Again, my mind slipped away to Rachel's perfect grip, the way she knew exactly how much pressure to use, and how to wrap her hands over the head.

Carly was propped up on her elbow, stroking me with her free hand. Not her dominant hand. I looked up at her. I smiled. She was trying. She wanted to please me.

FUCK.

I tried not to go away. I tried to stay in the moment. I tried to lay down and enjoy this pleasure, enjoy the fact that my wife wanted to touch me. Willingly. That she was in the mood.

I reached up and started to undo the buttons of her shirt. I fumbled with the first one, and then made quick work of the rest. Carly stopped stroking me for a moment as she let the shirt fall away from her. She was wearing a sports bra underneath. I reached in and cupped her breast. Smaller than Rachel's I thought.

FUCK. Stop doing that!

I rolled her nipple gently with my fingers. I knew this was a trigger for Carly. She moaned slightly and leaned down to kiss me. Her hand finding my cock once again. She continued to stroke me with the same, relatively loose grip.

"I want you to cum, baby." She whispered in my ear. I wanted to cum. I wanted to let my wife make me cum. And I could feel that it was possible... but not quite like this.

Should I tell her, I wondered? It's just feedback. I mean, she might be upset if I don't tell her, right? As she continued her attempt at jerking me, I slowly gathered the courage to tell her.

"Honey, you can go a little... harder."

Carly sat back up on her elbow. She looked disappointed for a second. "Oh? Okay... like this?"

Carly sped up. Moving her hand up and down the shaft faster, but with the same loose grip.

"No... I mean... tighten your grip more."

"That doesn't hurt?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

"No..." I said. I reached down and placed my hand over hers and guided her hand on the pressure and speed.

She smiled again, and let out a little laugh. "It feels like this would hurt!"

"ungh... it.... doesn't." I let go of her hand. Her grip was better, and the speed was good. I dropped my head back and let her continue her work, slowly feeling the familiar pressure building up in my balls.

"Yeah... like that baby." I encouraged. I shut my eyes, and immediately, Rachel's face came into view. My heart raced. I opened my eyes quickly. A feeling of comfort and relief mixed with agony as I saw Carly's face instead. So close now.

SLAM, the door popped open and our youngest came flying in. Carly quickly moved her hand away and slipped under the covers, pulling them up over her shoulders. Thankfully she was still in her sports bra, and I was safely hidden under the blankets.

Our 4 year old daughter bounced in wanting to show us her pancakes that looked like mickey mouse. Fucking Bob and Erin, I thought... just make regular damn pancakes like everybody else!

Thankfully, Carly's side of the bed was closer to the door, so she got the show-and-tell while I rolled onto my side and tried to tuck my dick back into my shorts. I was annoyed and frustrated. But also, slightly relieved. And, mostly, I felt really bad about feeling relieved that it was over.

Carly got up, put her shirt back on and walked out to the kitchen with our daughter. She looked back before leaving and mouthed the words "I'm Sorry" and "Later". I just smiled at her and blew her a kiss.

I was a lucky guy. Lucky for a lot of reasons... but mostly because Carly didn't know.

At this point, I felt bad staying in bed, knowing that the kids were up and Bob and Erin were cooking, and Carly was dealing with the kids. I got up and threw on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt and walked towards the kitchen. I stood in the hallway, just at the entrance to the kitchen and took in the scene. The kids were back in the great room watching cartoons. Strewn across the island counter and oversized kitchen table were half-eaten bowls of cereal and plates with mickey mouse pancakes in various stages of dismemberment. Bob and Erin were busy, making food and cleaning dishes, as Carly stood by, sporadically helping and chatting with both of them.

The sun was low on the horizon still, but the few inches of fresh snow overnight made the room feel brighter and bigger than last night. I looked at Carly, leaning on the kitchen counter next to Erin as she washed dishes, cupping a mug in her hands. Carly must have been taking a break from drying dishes, because the bottom of her shirt was a little wet. I made eye contact with her and smiled. She smiled back and brought the mug to her lips. Her face, framed by the bright white background of the windows, was glowing.

For all the ways we could disappoint each other, I really did love Carly. I needed to make things right. I messed up. Big time. It was an unforgivable thing. A moment of weakness. An inebriated, callous, stupid mistake. I could come back from this. I HAD to come back from this.

And then, just as I was building my resolve to remain faithful and committed and true to my wife, Rachel's voice crawled into my ear.

"Morning, handsome." She whispered seductively. As she walked by me, she let her hand linger on my lower back. Admittedly, I was still in the hallway and blocking most of the entryway. But she easily could have gone around me. The way she slipped by me felt intentional, especially as she pressed her breasts against my bicep. They were firm and I could feel each breast individually as My arm rode along the contour of her body. Up and over one, then dipping down into the valley, and then back up and over the next.

My head had instinctively turned to look at Rachel as she came onto me. I could smell the floral scent of her hair. I thought for sure Carly had witnessed the whole thing. That she would immediately put two and two together and know exactly what was going on. But when I turned back to look at my wife, she had resumed her dish drying duties.

"Morning everyone!" Rachel said cheerily. Carly turned her head and flashed a big smile at Rachel as everyone returned a greeting.

"Any coffee left for us stragglers?" she asked.

"Just brewing another batch right now," Bob replied from his station at the stove, pointing a spatula to the coffee maker on the opposite corner of the kitchen.

"Thank God for you Bob!" Rachel said laughing as she made her way over to the coffee. She looked over at me and winked.

Jesus Rachel, I thought... could you maybe not be so fucking obvious? I just smiled and nodded.

"How about you, Derrick? Want some?" Rachel asked loudly.

"Uh yeah... I could definitely use a cup."

"Well come on over and get some!" Rachel winked again and laughed. Was that an innuendo?

I debated my next move quickly in my head. My plan had always been to avoid Rachel, and my wife knew that. If I went over, would it look like I was being too eager? Too obvious? But if I didn't, it could make a scene and I didn't know how Rachel would respond. It's just a cup of coffee Derrick, I thought to myself. Not going will make it a bigger deal than it needs to be.

I slowly walked over and met Rachel at the coffee corner. That was literally what it was called. There was a sign and everything. The kitchen was so big that from the end we were at, we could just make out Carly and Erin's conversation. I reached up to the open cupboard where the sign was, and brought two big white mugs down onto the counter. Rachel leaned down to check if the coffee was finished brewing, and in the process, pressed her ass against me. I pulled away. She stood upright again, but closer to me. So close that she hip checked me with the slightest movement.

"So... that was fun, last night, huh?" She whispered as quietly as possible without looking at me.

"Rachel... stop," I said abruptly but quietly.

"What?" she said trying to sound innocent.

"Where's Tom?" I asked, trying to both change the subject and get her to behave.

"He's still in bed... I guess he didn't have as good a night's sleep as I did." She smiled slyly.

She turned away from me and called out to the room, "Anyone know if there's any cream? I just can't have my coffee without cream." Rachel really emphasized that last word.

What a bitch, I thought to myself. Why is she acting this way? I stepped away from her, trying to create some distance between us.

Carly barely looked at us as she continued chatting with Erin. Bob responded, "I think there's some in the little beer fridge underneath the coffee station."

Rachel looked and bent down at the waist, pressing her ass towards me. I took another step back and tried to look away. Getting caught staring at your wife's friend's ass that you hate would be a dead giveaway that something was going on. Rachel must have known her efforts weren't having the intended effect, so she changed tactics.

She shifted her weight and dropped down into a squat. In this position, except for her head, her entire body was hidden from the view of everyone else. As she squatted down, she reached back and pulled her sweatshirt up slightly. There, in front of my wife and our friends, she sneakily put herself on display -- just for me. Two perfectly shaped spheres encased in skin tight leggings. Her thighs made the fabric stretch and bulge. But the thing that nearly sent me over the edge, were the two thin red straps shooting up and arcing over the top of her waist, wrapping over her meaty flesh, before disappearing into a V shape down the crack of her ass.

FUCK.

I tried to hold my resolve. But between the smell of her hair, her breasts on my arm, the indecent whispers, and the show she was putting on just for me, my body couldn't help but react. My blood rushed from my brain to my head. It felt so wrong to stand next to the woman I had cheated on my wife with, while my wife was standing in the same room. I hated Rachel. I always had. But I hated myself more for wanting to fuck her... again.

"Here it is!" Rachel exclaimed.

She slowly stood up, pressing her ass back as she let the sweatshirt fall back down over her waist. She placed the container on the counter and smoothed down her sweatshirt, making sure to pull it down and cover her butt.

I knew it was wrong, but I felt a pang of disappointment that the show was over.

As Rachel poured creamer into one of the mugs, she whispered again, "I guess I'll have to settle for this cream... for now."

My dick betrayed me, twitching to life as I remembered how my cum dribbled from Rachel's tongue onto her legs and tits last night. I imagined it dripping into her coffee.

FUCK.

"How about you?" She asked quietly. "Do you want some of... my cream?"

"Rachel..." I put my hand on top of my mug. "You know I take it black." I said loud enough that everyone could hear.

"That's sad," Rachel said loudly too. "It's so bitter and dark -- I guess just like your heart!"

Rachel laughed and jabbed me lightly with her elbow. She had done this before, but somehow this time it felt different. It was less of an 'I hate you' jab, and more of a 'look at me and give me your attention' jab. She let it linger and rubbed it against me. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Carly was looking at me.

To my surprise, she looked empathetic, not angry. She mouthed the words "I'm Sorry" to me. Was she seriously apologizing, to me? I instantly felt worse.

"Rach," Carly called to her, "Come on... give him a break. Why not come over here and talk to Erin and I!" She was trying to save me!

"I'm just giving him a hard time Car... you know how we are!" Rachel quipped back.

I just smiled sheepishly and watched as Rachel made her way around the kitchen island towards the big copper sink. Carly made eye contact again, and I mouthed "Thank you" to her. She just smiled back and gave me a wink.

I made my way to the great room and stood behind the couch drinking my coffee, grateful for my wife, and and hopeful that things could go back to normal. Eventually, Bob called the adults for breakfast. Tom made his appearance, finally, which I was also grateful for, especially when Rachel sat on the other side of him, away from me.

After breakfast, everyone was anxious to head out to ski. Skiing with kids is fun, but getting kids ready takes time and patience. Once they were set, we sent them all outside to play in the snow while the parents got ready.

Back in our room, Carly started to undress first. I loved watching her undress. She was always so shy and timid around me, but as we got older, she had learned to be more comfortable in her own skin.

"I'm sorry about earlier," she said as she got undressed.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I mean... before we got interrupted... you know, earlier?" I found it cute that Carly tried to sound discreet, even though it was just the two of us in our room.

"Oh... yeah," I tried to sound casual about it. "It's okay, this place isn't exactly conducive to having romantic rendezvous." If only that were true.

Carly laughed, but then got more serious. She stood now in her sports bra and sensible underwear. My mind wandered to Rachel's thong. My wife hated thongs. She wore them only when the wardrobe required it... unfortunately, her choice in wardrobe rarely did.

"Did you know that Rachel slept downstairs in the living room last night?"

I suddenly got very nervous again.

"Uh... yeeeaaahhhh..." I trailed off. I was buying time to figure out the right way to respond to this line of questioning.

"She said she bumped into you last night... that you were cleaning up after we all went to bed."

"Uh huh... yeah... I mean, I did see her down there." I was cooked. So done. There's no way she doesn't know.

"Rach said you were very sweet and she was really impressed that you stayed up late cleaning everything up."

"Oh?" I tried to act surprised. Was that the only thing she was impressed with, I wondered? Nothing else? She didn't mention anything else?

"Yeah!" Carly seemed enthusiastic. "Maybe she's coming around to see you the way I see you! My handsome, helpful, happy hubby!" Carly wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. Her skin was warm as I hugged her back. Carly was short, shorter than Rachel by a foot at least.

I rested my chin on her head. "It's about time!" I joked. "But honestly, Car - I still don't like her," I said honestly. The truth is, as much as I enjoyed her body, Rachel clearly was still a bitch, and I knew deep down that nothing had really changed about that.