This is a sequel to another story of mine, Kristen's Work Conference. Why a sequel to that particular story? Partly because parts of it were very hot (at least to me, and to many readers), but also because there were real faults with the original, and I thought that I could do better.
Unlike some sequels, I'm not going to say "read the other story first." This story stands on its own. If you read and enjoyed the first story, I think you'll also like this one, hopefully finding it even hotter. If you haven't read the previous story, feel free to, but in my humble opinion this one is better. Either way, I hope you enjoy.
I'm Kristen. You've already met me in my husband Steven's story, Kristen's Work Conference. He showed the story to me a few weeks after the incidents described in the story - the story of my cheating on him at a work conference, and his subsequent forgiving me for my infidelity.
It embarrassed me that he had shared the story. Though obviously not too much - I'm writing this, after all. Partly to tell you what happened next, but mainly to tell you my side of the story.
In fairness, his story is almost entirely accurate. But he did leave out a few important details. He mentions that our sex life had suffered because of our jobs. But what he doesn't mention is that the main problem was him. Yes, we both had high pressure jobs. But that didn't stop me from wanting a more active sex life. Of course I wanted it with him. At that time, "him only," though now, as you'll see, "him and others." Why others? Read on.
But before we get to that, I want to make one thing clear. Since that weekend, I've read about men who are aroused by their partner's infidelity. I've read other "cuckold" stories on Literotica. And one thing you see in a lot of those stories is women dissatisfied with their husband's skill in the bedroom. That is not the case here. My husband is a thoughtful and skilled lover. When we did make love, that is. As I said, the problem was frequency. The lack of sex is also a big part of the reason that I felt unattractive, despite my husband's reassurances.
He left out one other important fact - one that he had told me only after my infidelity. He had been imagining me with other men, and getting off on it. This before the thought of cheating on him had even entered my mind.
As to the events of the conference and the aftermath - my at first reluctant but then enthusiastic coupling with David, my return home, my confession to Steven and, at his insistence, my graphic description of the details of my infidelity, and finally his forgiveness of me - his account is accurate. The only quibble that I have with his story is that he understates the extent to which he was obviously and openly aroused by my infidelity.
After my return home and make-up sex, we didn't talk much about it. He was concerned that I might leave him for my conference lover. I assured him that that was absurd. Most importantly, I did (and do) love my husband dearly, and I still want to be with him. David was married also, and, more to the point, while a fun guy and exciting lover, was NOT someone with whom I would have been compatible on a day to day basis. To be honest, he was a bit of a jerk. As Steven's story made clear, David had not respected my boundaries on the night that we first had sex. While I was happy enough with the result, I could not be with someone long term who did not respect my boundaries.
So things went back to normal, mostly. In fact, the biggest change is that our sex life improved. For a while I thought that my infidelity would be a one time thing. And probably it would have been, if my husband had truly wanted me to remain faithful. But it was obvious that he did not. Or, at least, it was obvious that he was ambivalent but still turned on by thinking about me with other men. And to be honest - with myself as much with as with you readers - I found myself frequently thinking about, and getting aroused by, my sex with David. Not so much because he was such a great lover. Oh, he was fine. But more the excitement of having sex with someone other than my husband, the transgressiveness of it. I had been a happily faithful wife ... but I had tasted forbidden fruit, and I wanted more.
But unlike many of the women in the stories on Literotica, I certainly did not start sleeping around with every guy in sight. I did, however, continue to communicate with David via email and occasional phone calls (and, yes, a couple of phone sex sessions). And I was more aware of the attractive men in my life - especially Bradley, a coworker who had been flirting with me for ages. Steven and David were both handsome, but Bradley was on a whole other level. Tall, strikingly handsome face, brilliant blue eyes, longish dirty blond hair, athletic build. Of course men like that are often so full of themselves that they make lousy lovers. But my work friend Betty had had a brief affair with Bradley. She had broken it off when she got engaged to her boyfriend, but she assured me that the sex had been fantastic. I started to think about the possibility of taking Bradley on as a lover.
But I hadn't acted on those thoughts. Yet. I did periodically have lunch with Bradley. Our last lunch was... interesting. I had dressed that day in a professional but flattering outfit. Short (but not too short) skirt showing off my long legs - one of my best assets, I'm a little hurt that Steven did not mention that in his description of me. A pretty blouse; I had buttoned it all the way up in the morning, but for our lunch together I had unbuttoned three buttons, giving Bradley a nice view of my lacy bra and C cup breasts.
We chatted and flirted. He asked me, "Let's go to my place after work. I promise you you won't regret it."
I responded "Bradley, I'm flattered and I'm sure it would be lovely. But I'm a married woman, faithful to my husband."
