With due credit to thecelt in whom I have confidence that he will recognize that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery!
The idea for this story came to me after an on-line discussion with one of two very special cyber friends to whom I owe a great deal. Both contributed substantially to this story. Their willingness to share their own experiences and points of view, their criticisms and suggestions, but most of all, their constant encouragement, made this story possible. It is more than likely that the parts of it that you most enjoy came from them!
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It's amazing how misguided some of you people are!
I've read story after story here on Literotica about wives who cheat on their husbands yet claim to love them and I see there are some (many?) of you out there who immediately claim she could never have really loved him.
She couldn't have or she would never have cheated in the first place. Right?
That's not always true!
I know.
Believe me, I know!
Sure, in some cases, some of the cheating wives didn't love their husbands but sometimes even a wife who does love her man, slips.
My story may not convince too many of you . . . perhaps none of you.
If it does nothing other than give some other wives or perhaps even some husbands out there something to think about, I guess the time and personal torture of writing and re-living all this will be worthwhile to someone.
My name is Patti Forester and I'm married to Walt Forester, a man, a very, very good man, whom I have loved for a very long time and whom I still love a great deal. We, like every other couple, have had our ups and downs but there have been far more good times than bad. He isn't perfect but he's as close as I'm ever likely to get in a mate.
We both hold down pretty good jobs and our combined incomes allow us to live well and still save for a time when we will have our own family. At the time all this happened, about ten years ago, we had been married four years but we lived together for four years before that. We planned to start a family in another two or three years, depending on how things were going in my career, as we agreed I would take a leave and be a full time mom, at least until the kids are in school.
We had a great sex life!
Walt can be romantic, he can be patient and understanding and he can sometimes "fuck my brains out" depending on our moods at the time. We both enjoy reading Literotica and we have had some pretty exciting weekends reading and acting out (in private) on some of the stories we've read. Our favorite, we have discovered to our great delight, is the same for both of us. I sometimes love to have Walt eat me out while I read a randy passage from a Lit story. Walt says the blowjobs he gets when he is reading Lit are "explosive".
I like "Romance" stories and there are a lot of good story tellers in the genre on that site. If I had to pick a favorite it would be difficult to choose between Daniellekitten and evanslily. I like some of the "Loving Wives" stories too, especially the ones that either don't involve actual cheating or where there is good cause for the characters in the story to reconcile.
Walt likes "Erotic Couplings" as long as there are no cheating wives. He's among you guys who think a woman cannot love one man and lust after another. It stems from a cousin, someone we both know and like a great deal, whose wife cheated on him during a drunken out of town bachelorette party. I was at that party and it was a wild one but I saw no evidence of the cheating as I was staying at Walt's brother and sister-in-law's home at the time and had left the party early, but the next day when we returned to clean up, I did see a devastated woman who was filled with shame and regret long before she confessed to her husband.
She did confess and they did try to make a go of it but they were divorced about 7 months later and as we have differing opinions, Walt and I have had a few "heated" discussions about it and it has become painfully clear, at least to me, that Walt's mind is made up and he doesn't want to be confused by the facts!
Well . . . I said he is "almost" perfect.
My strong feelings on this matter stem from the fact that I love Walt and I would never do anything that would hurt his feelings, yet there is a man whom I occasionally meet professionally and whom I sometimes daydream about fucking.
I've known all along that no matter what transpired, I would never act on that lust. The very idea of taking a chance on possibly hurting Walt was enough to turn me away from indulging in it, not to mention that given Walt's personal convictions on this topic, our marriage would be severely damaged, if not destroyed, were I to, in any way, give in on that lust and be found out.
I sure as hell was tempted once or twice but I believe that makes me just like everyone else, man or woman!
Our Company runs in-service training/conferences at various locations, usually once a year and Dan Sheffield, the object of my occasional lust, is usually there. He is Executive Vice President of Operations for the parent company and he often becomes involved in these in-service workshops. He likes to meet and talk with employees at all levels to help him more fully understand what's going on, what the issues are and how the Company might deal with them.
To say that he's popular is a gross understatement!
People find it hard to believe that a man that powerful in the Company could be so friendly and down to earth and it is particularly so for many women as he is very handsome, athletic and, over all, sexy as hell.
Two years ago he attended one of our training sessions in Chicago and as I normally would, I shared in a little harmless flirting during one of the meetings. I was among the group that he hosted for dinner that evening and I thought he might have been flirting back.
I was absolutely positive he was when he invited me to join him in the lounge after dinner. I assumed that there would be others there and I accepted but when I arrived, I soon discovered I was his only guest. When I asked him about it he smiled almost melting me and confirmed he would like to "get to know me a little better".
It only took me milliseconds to see where this could be headed and without any concern for the impact it may have on my career, I stood, apologized and told him I appreciated his hospitality but that I would prefer to be with a group rather than just he and I as a couple.
His smile put me at ease to some extent but his words were more comforting. He said he understood fully and that he was sorry that he allowed the situation to make me at all uncomfortable.
For the rest of the week he remained every bit as friendly, yet professional, as I had known him to be up to that invitation.
I did notice however that Alice Buckley, a nice looking woman who worked in HR at our branch did join him in the lounge later that night while I was having a drink with some others, also from our branch. They left before us and I didn't see her until the general session the next morning.
That night I brought myself to a delicious orgasm imagining that I hadn't turned Dan down. Before the night was over I managed a second and somehow, even more powerful and satisfying one while planning a reunion night with Walt.
As good as they were, neither orgasm was as incredible as the ones I had with my husband the weekend I returned home.
Believe me, I had no regrets about turning Dan Sheffield down.
Now and then, maybe every two or three months, when I was alone, I would imagine myself with Dan and would masturbate to orgasm.
