It didn't feel like adultery. Yes, we both cheated on our spouses. Yes, we hurt not only each other but also put in jeopardy those who loved us and trusted us. It caused us great anguish and torment. It was reckless. And yet I believe we would both do it all over again even knowing the pain that we were going to face.
It all began when I received an invitation to attend my high school reunion. Up until then I thought I was a happily married man with a bright future. I had no idea that this weekend was about to change my life. It was like a trap door was opened below me on the stage and I was falling out of control waiting to be shattered to pieces.
I hadn't thought about Becky since high school. She had been a good friend. We flirted regularly but were both dating other people. I was pleasantly surprised when I ran into her at the opening reception. She was still attractive with a nice body that she kept in peak condition by teaching aerobics. Her red hair and sparkling green eyes made it hard not to be attracted to her.
We hit it off like old times and were soon engaged in long conversations about life and time past and lost innocence. She was married with three kids. I was married with two. Our spouses had stayed home. I was surprised when Becky told me that she had a crush on me in high school and wished all our flirting and teasing had led to something more. We talked until everyone had left. I finally walked her back to her hotel room.
"You can come in if you'd like," she said in a matter-of fact manner like it was no big deal. "There is a bottle of wine in the mini-bar, and I'm not tired."
We finished the bottle. A slow song from our high school days came on the oldies station playing in the background. I took her hand and pulled her from the chair. She threw her arms around my neck. Our bodies melded together and swayed to the music. We barely shuffled our feet. She looked up at me. Our lips brushed together and parted. Our tongues mingled. The song ended but we didn't move. Our lower bodies pressed together in a slow grind. She finally pulled away.
"Wow. I can't remember the last time I was kissed like that," Becky said finally pulling away. "What's happening?"
Rather than answer I pulled her back into my arms. The kiss resumed, this time with more passion. I slipped my hands down her back and pulled her tighter against me. It was like two teenagers discovering each other for the first time. Our bodies were on fire. She rubbed her pussy against my hard cock. My hand slipped down and squeezed her ass cheek. Becky finally pushed me away.
"We'd better stop before it gets out of control. We have others to think about. I'm sorry but I'm just not ready. Okay?"
I nodded as though I understood, but my head was spinning with lust. Reluctantly I headed for the door. When I opened it to leave she tilted her head for a goodnight kiss. That was all it took. I backed her against the wall and kissed her hard. We humped like two teenagers, shamelessly grinding our sex organs together. My hand went under her top and inside her bra. I tugged on her hard nipple.
Becky gasped and spun away from me. I pressed behind her sliding my hands around her waist and up under her top. I ground my cock into her ass cheeks and nibbled on her neck. My fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts and tweaked her nipples.
"Oh god, what are you doing to me," she gasped. "We have to stop."
Becky made no effort to pull away. I slid a hand across her stomach pushing it under the waistband of her white pants and into her panties. My fingers slid through the curly hair covering her mound until they reached the searing folds of her hot pussy. I curled two fingers into her body. She put her hand on my arm but made no effort to pull me away.
My fingers continued to dig inside her steamy passage. I found her clit with my thumb. Her juices were flowing onto my hand. I curled my fingers against her pelvic bone looking for that spot that drives most women crazy. Becky arched her back. Squeals and gasps exploded from her throat. Her body trembled. Juices gushed over my hand. Suddenly she pulled away from me.
"You have to go," she ordered practically crying. "I'm sorry... I... I can't..."
I went back to my room with a huge case of the blue balls. I should have done something to relieve the pressure but it somehow didn't seem right. I fell asleep thinking about Becky. I was concerned that she might be mad at me for pushing her too far. When I saw her the next morning I went to apologize. She was not at all angry.
"You scared me, that's all," she explained apologetically. "I hardly ever have orgasms anymore, yet as soon as you touched me down there I exploded. I lost control. I wanted you inside me. I would have let you too. That's why I pushed you away. I can't cheat on my husband. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You're a good person. There's nothing to be sorry about."
We spent the day together at the class picnic. It was hard for us to keep our hands off each other but we didn't want to raise any eyebrows. That night was the dinner-dance. Once again we closed the place down. This time I invited her to my room for a nightcap. I had a balcony that looked out over the ocean.
"Okay, but you have to be good," she said teasingly.
"I promise to be as good as you want me to be."
"Why does it always have to be the girl?' Becky protested. "It's just not fair."
We stood on the balcony. I opened a bottle of wine which we drank while listening to the waves crashing ashore. We talked about our lives. We came to realize that despite being married we were both lonely and desperate to share feelings of intimacy. Becky had never been able to get over the time her husband cheated on her with her best friend. She stayed for the kids but they had grown apart.
The alcohol gradually did its work and loosened our inhibitions. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She tilted her face towards mine. Our lips met. I pulled her closer and shoved my tongue into her mouth. Our bodies melded together in a shameless rhythm of grinding and humping.
I took Becky's hand and led her inside. We fell onto the bed. The kissing became more intense. I unzipped her dress down the back and loosened her bra. I pulled the straps from her shoulders exposing her naked breasts. My hand squeezed the soft flesh. I lowered my mouth and sucked a swollen nipple between my lips. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned.
My hand slipped under her dress. I pressed my fingers against her mound through the silk panties she was wearing. Moisture seeped through the thin material. I found the outline of her clit and rubbed it in circles with my fingertip. She gasped and grabbed my arm. Her body shuddered.
"I have to go pee," she declared swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Do you have something more comfortable I can slip into? I don't want to wrinkle my dress."
I handed her an oversized t-shirt. I decided to get more comfortable as well. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of loose gym shorts. When Becky returned I could see her nipples poking out and knew that she had removed her bra. She climbed onto the bed with her back to me and pulled my arm around her waist.
