Cheating, I don't like it at all. I have such strong feelings about this that I have lost a friend or two over it. I just can't understand how you can make a commitment to another under God's house, then forget it when the first hard cock or perfect piece of ass comes along. I genuinely dislike cheaters.
That's what makes my current situation so upsetting. As I am laying in a hotel bed after joining the ranks of a cheater the night before. I am rethinking the past day in my head.
Yesterday, my thoughts go back to it.
The day started with me waking up in my house in the suburbs, my husband by my side. I had to go to a convention in the city all day Saturday for work. Then a follow up Sunday morning breakfast, before I made my way home.
Guilt washes over me as I think about the morning. I jumped in the shower getting ready for my day.
My husband eagerly came into the bathroom his cock semi hard. He tried to jump in the shower with me, but I pushed him away telling him I can't, that I need to get going. He wanted me and is crazy for me, but I don't feel the same way. Routine has set in and I just don't lust for him like he does for me. Though I really want to.
I love him though and when I get out of the shower, feeling bad, I offered to go down on him. He tells me no thanks and not to do him any favors. He then said he was going out for a long bike ride. In an angry tone he told me to enjoy my trip and he loves me. Talk later, were his last words and he was gone.
I know he was hurt by my pushing him away and I felt guilty about it. He is a great man and is so good to me. He truly treats me like a queen and worships me. I felt bad about it and made a note in my head to flirt with him a little when I had time during the day, and give it to him good when I get back home.
So I got to the convention and did what was needed. It was a long day but around 7 o'clock I finally was done. I entered the hotel lobby and was heading to the elevator, with plans to go upstairs relax, shower and then maybe meet a few of my peers for dinner and a drink.
That's when I heard my name being called with much excitement. I turned around and saw a handsome black man. I tried to place his face and then it hit me. It was Troy from college. We were friends our last 2 years in college. We have stayed in long distance touch, text, Facebook, and phone, but I have not seen him in a long time. He came over and gave me a big bear hug.
Though I didn't mean to, I remember taking note of how hard his body felt. He was strong and strapping standing at around six foot two.
I remember Troys words as he began, "Lara girl, how have you been? God it has been so long. You still look ridiculously hot."
I blushed at his words but also felt spectacular knowing I still had it. This guy got around some in college and he kinda wanted me. But nothing ever happened.
When we met I was dating a guy for two years. Then when that broke up there was a window for us but it never materialized. I meet Tim, my husband, in my senior year and been with him since.
Tim came along at the right time. He made me laugh at a time I needed it most. He was sweet, kind, compassionate, and I knew pretty quickly I would eventually marry him. But in my mind I always wondered what a night or more would have been like with Troy.
We talked for a few minutes and I learned Troy was in the hotel for a dinner meeting, but it got cancelled and he was currently free. He asked if I wanted to get a drink with him and catch up. I said sure, and before long a drink became 3 with a good buzz, and almost two hours of catching up has passed.
Troy excused himself in need of a bathroom. I looked at my watch and noticed the time. I decided to text my husband. I informed him I was done and that I bumped into Troy from college and am having some drinks.
He knew about Troy, being we met in college. But he never trusted his friendship and knew that Troy had a reputation as a ladies man. He always said Troy wanted to fuck me. He said my body was built for a black dude to want to take a run at.
I stand at five foot four inches. I have nice size breast, brown hair and eyes. But those are not my features that my husband says, any brother would kill for. It is my booty. My ass is thick in all the right places. As he says I am built for doggystyle.
So telling him I am at the bar with Troy does nothing to fix the already angry mood he was in from the morning. His response was blunt. Asking me flat out if I turned him down this morning to save myself for Troy.
I got angry by that and told him as much. But he pressed on. Telling me it is so obvious that I have no desire for him. He said he was waiting all day wishing that I would text him with my room number. Telling him to come in and enjoy this hotel room with me. He told me I may as well enjoy the night cause it will be hard to think something did not happen between Troy and I.
I told him to come in, that it was a great idea, and sorry that I did not think if it. Just that stresses of job and life I forget how to be sexy and passionate. I assure him nothing is going to happen, unless he comes in to meet me. I text and tell him he won't be disappointed if he comes.
He responded that he wished I came up with the idea. That he did not have to force it on me. He reminded me how much he has tried to create a spark and how unresponsive I have been.
Truthfully as he rattled off all the things he has tried, I could not deny it. He was right. He has tried way harder than me at this. I need to start putting more effort into us. He told me enjoy the night.
Troy came back and sat back down. My phone binged a couple times with more text from my husband. I didn't bother to answer it as I didn't feel like arguing at that moment. Troy looked at the phone and asked if I was going answer those.
I told him it was my husband and it was not a big deal. My face however must have betrayed me because he said I looked upset. I explained that my husband was upset that I did not tell him to come along. I also told Troy that my husband, since we were in college believed that Troy wanted me, and was not so happy I was sitting here with him.
He smiled and let out a laugh. He then confirmed that my husband was right.
"Look Lara, You were and still are a sexy woman, and that ass though. Back in the day I wanted you real bad. I fantasized about having you all the time. I was jealous as shit of the guy you were with and then Tim. I mean I had some body then, smart, clean, focused, girls all over campus wanted me. I just can't think those dudes were giving you the D like you deserved it.
I laughed and interjected, "Yeah many wanted you and plenty got you from what I know. I got the D, as you called it just fine. Oh and the body is still something to look at."
Shit, why did I say that last part.
He again smiled and stated, "Hey, that's true about getting around but I never disappointed. Those girls got what they wanted. It probably amounted to the best sexual experience of their lives. So hey it worked out for all involved."
We both laughed at his statement but his eyes told me he was dead serious. I felt a tingle within my flower. Forgetting how confident he could be.
He continued on.
"Look, it would have been fun, but our time has passed and you are a married woman. But enough of that, I'm hungry do you want to grab something to eat. It's not a date I promise."
My face was flush thinking about him saying it would have been fun.
"I was supposed to go eat with a coworker, but I been down here with you so long I think they are already gone. I really wanted to go shower but I bumped into you. I could eat also, but I really could use a shower to freshen up and all."
He clapped his hand together and smiled.
"Great, go shower and do what you need. I can wait in the lobby or something as you get ready. I don't want to suggest I wait upstairs, as that would add more stress to you in regards to your husband."
Fuck he put me in an tough spot. By saying I don't want to suggest, he did just that.
I tried to play it cool and told him, "Nonsense, it is not a big deal. Come up watch tv or something, I won't be that long. Shit you are a friend of mine my husband needs to get over it."
He smiled a confident smile, laughed and said, "You got it lady Lara, finally I get to go to your room."
I playfully slapped his chest and told him to stop it and behave. But my hand lingered a bit to long on his strong physique.
He laughed again and assured me he was only joking around.
We rode up to my room and again for some unknown reason I asked, "So all those girls got what they wanted?"
He looked me over and his eyes took my body in.
"Yes Lara they got what they wanted. And the women I get with now still do. To be blunt, I love to fuck women. Young, old, single, divorced, black, asian, latino, married, white."
As he said those last two words he looked at my body, and his eyes then held mine. He slowly licked his lips.
"Lara listen to me. You don't want to do this. I like you as a friend also and rather not see you get hurt. But when I fuck I am a different person. I become a dominant alpha male. The woman I get with, we don't make love, we fuck. Hard, long and powerful."
He held his eyes on mine and continued on
"These married women I have fucked, they love it and beg to see me again. But many of their marriages were ruined. Their husbands found out, or they just did not want their husbands anymore, always comparing them to me."
He continued on.
"I don't care for these women and don't care about their marriage. If they want to cheat and fuck their shit up, that's on them. But you seem like you guys are good and solid and I rather not destroy that for you. But for the record if you did do it you would understand why those girls came to me."
I blushed and swallowed hard. I sarcastically thanked him for his concern for my marriage. And I expressed doubts about his ability to fuck, as he put it. But I felt myself getting wet just by his words.
