I Was Caught Cheating But

"Ryan, where have you been all day? I called Sally, and she said you arrived to the bank on time but left early and never returned."

"She must have forgotten. I told her I had a meeting at the house of an important client, who wanted to check his investment portfolio. He and his wife kept me for many hours with silly questions, raising doubts about the potential profits and 'what ifs.' I hate to deal with clients like these, but they invested $7,000,000..."

"It's late. You are probably hungry and tired. I'll warm your dinner, and it will be ready in 15 minutes. You can take a shower or watch TV, and I'll call you when it is ready."

"Thanks honey." I kissed her forehead and entered the bathroom for a quick shower.

...

I married Anna 7 years earlier, after dating her for 2 years. We met at a common friend's house and clicked immediately. She was a pretty 21 year old, 5'6", 135 pounds, which were distributed nicely in all the right places. I especially loved her protruding C-cup breasts and cute round ass cheeks. Of course, her attributes were more than physical: She was smart, somewhat introverted, yet funny, and loved to cook.

I met her when she was still in college. Later, she began working as a paralegal at a large law firm. I was a low level banker when I met her, and over the years, I got promoted. At present, I am a vice president at Chase Morgan, and as such, I manage multiple accounts, including some who invested millions.

After our wedding, we agreed to concentrate on our careers and travel abroad before having children. Actually, it was Anna's idea, telling me she knew once kids were in the house, she'd likely have to stop working, and we would not be able to take trips for several years. I agreed.

In the first 3-4 years, our daily life revolved around work, eating dinners together, TV time, and going to bed. At times, we went out to eat in restaurants, see a movie, or attend a concert. We traveled abroad once a year. Our parents lived far away from us, and we usually skyped or zoomed with them once a week. Anna had a BFF, Cora, whom she trusted. I had 4 good friends that I knew for years. On occasion, we saw these friends in our house or at a party.

Prior to our wedding, I 'officially' dated 4 girls, each one for 6 months to 2 years. In addition, I had sexual flings with 9 others. I kept in touch with 6 of them via e-mails and occasional phone calls, but we haven't met face to face since my wedding.

While chemistry was important, sexual satisfaction was a big part of my decision-making about who I dated. Each of my former girls added something new. I lost my virginity to the first one. The second taught me how to perform cunnilingus and enjoy cowgirl style. With the third girl everything was on the table: Doggy style, 69, and even anal. The last girlfriend, before encountering Anna, loved our escapades and was ready on a moment's notice to participate in any sexual act. When I mentioned 'any,' it was literally ANY: With her, I mastered titfucking, light B&D, spanking, and even pleasurable threesomes. Sex with her was terrific! The reason we separated had nothing to do with us as a couple. She was 22 and got accepted to the Sorbonne in Paris. We were both extremely upset about the separation, but I understood where her priorities lay.

...

Before Anna met me, she had a boyfriend whom she had sex with. Several times, I tried to inquire about her sexual experience with him, but she refused except to say she was no longer virgin, and they did not have any contact for a long time. In fact, Anna never mentioned anything about her past intimacies. I attributed it to her shyness and introversion.

Our first sexual intercourse happened a week after we agreed to go out together. Knowing Anna's experience was limited, I was very patient with her. We did it in a dark room, so I could hardly notice her naked body. She claimed she wished to FEEL rather than SEE the first time. Her undressing took forever, but the reward was fantastic. When my eyes got used to the dim light, I was mesmerized by the firm boobs, which swayed before my eyes. It took Anna a long time to get aroused. However, the hornier she became, the easier it was to do whatever I wished. I ate her, kneaded her gorgeous tits, and fucked her hard. She moaned, whimpered, and enjoyed everything I did. I even talked dirty to her, calling her a closeted-slut. She mumbled, "Yeeesssss..."

Over time I learned the best way to enjoy our intimate moments was by investing long time arousing her, and once we crossed the threshold, almost whatever I desired worked as planned. I emphasized the word ALMOST, because certain things were out of the question. Once I tried titfucking Anna, but with her C cup tits, the friction with my prick was not enough to take me over the edge. She refused to try anal, claiming her back hole was too small for my thick 7". One evening, when we were in the middle of a passionate act, I whispered to her she was such a whore, that next time I should bring my friend to watch and perhaps join us. Anna came powerfully within seconds, but later, after regaining her normal brain capacity, she rejected the idea. Following this episode, I attempted 2 more times to mention another participant in our sex. Both times she climaxed hard, but after recovering, she declined to consider this option.

For the next few years, Anna and I lived our lives as expected: Going to work in the morning, returning in the afternoon, dinner and small talk in the evening, TV and/or computer, sex several times a week, and then sleep.

Anna seemed to thrive with the routine. However, I didn't. Something was missing: Knowing exactly what was going to happen in the next hour, the next day, the next week was not something I cherished. I needed the excitement I had prior to our wedding.

...

One day, a new girl, Tara, joined our bank and was assigned to the front desk. Tara dressed formally, always having on a nice suit or blazer, yet it could not hide her impressive rack. Her young age, long blonde hair, and pretty face added to her attractiveness.

Unlike other male executives and employees who tried to get her attention, I knew I had no chance and did not bother approaching her. Except for hello in the mornings and a sentence or 2 when I needed her to direct a client to my office, I was out of her sight. Tara smilingly resisted all the attempts to flirt with her, and we assumed she had a boyfriend. Slowly, everybody accepted that Tara was uninterested or unavailable, and the atmosphere went back to normal.

One morning, I sat at my desk and worked on a client's portfolio when Tara knocked on my door. I signaled to her to enter. She smiled, "Mr. Small, may I talk to you for 5 minutes about a private matter?"

"If it's confidential, better close the door behind you." She sat in front of me and hesitated.

"Tara, what is it? How can I help you?"

"I know you are very busy, but I have a big request."

"Go on, I am listening."

"I was able to save $23,000, and have no idea how to invest it. I thought you were the best person to do it for me. I know you deal with rich clients, and $23,000 is only peanuts, but I thought you might go out of your way and accept it. I can pay you the usual commission for your services."

"Why me? There are at least 3 vice presidents who would be happy to help you with EVERY wish you have."

She giggled, "I know. There are 2 reasons I'd like YOU to handle my money. I found out your investments for 1 and 3 years were more profitable than the others, and please, don't ask me how I know it."

"What is the other reason?"

"You are the only one I feel comfortable talking to about money. All the other men are willing to devour me, and knowing their motives, I doubt my MONEY will be on their mind."

I grinned, "Tara, you are young and beautiful. We men are very shallow. When we see a pretty lady like you, it is difficult for us to take our eyes off you."

"So how come no other man behaves like you?"

"I hate to say it, but many men, especially the ones who are in high positions in a company, feel entitled to too much. Some use their power to humiliate lower ranking employees, and others sexually abuse them. I was raised differently."

"Mr. Small, will you accept me as a client?"

"Legally, I am allowed to do it, but I think if others found out about it, it would create gossip at our branch. Would you like to discuss it somewhere else, like a Starbucks place? Over there, we can sit at a table and discuss strategy."

"I think you are right. If people see me spend time at your office with the door closed, they may spread rumors."

"How about meeting tomorrow at 4 pm in Starbucks on Lincoln Street?"

"Thank you. I'll be there."

...

I arrived before Tara and was fortunate to find a table for 2. I saw her strolling on the sidewalk toward the store. She looked different than usual. In our office she dressed very conservatively while now she wore a short sleeved blouse and a midi skirt. She was short and busty. Her massive rack and shapely legs captured my eyes.

I remembered to gaze at her face when she came closer. I extended my hand and mumbled, "What can I order for you?"

"A cappuccino will be fine, thank you."

As I waited for our drinks, I glanced at the crowd. More than a few ogled Tara's chest. Now I got why she hid her body during work hours; her figure distracted every man around!

I brought our coffees, and while we sipped them, I suggested she showed me what plan she had her money in until now. She smiled embarrassingly and told me everything was in CDs. It wasn't a good idea; CD rates were very low at the time. I suggested diversifying between several groups of mutual funds based on the level of risk she was willing to take. She wasn't sure and asked what I would do if she was my relative. I said she was young and could afford a relatively high risk, especially since most analysts predicted a significant rise in the stock market in the near future.

Tara blurted, "My understanding of stocks, mutual funds, and bonds is minimal. I wouldn't know what to do..."

Her pretty face showed signs of nervousness. I couldn't let her down and said, "Would it be OK if I give you a sample portfolio I'd give a family member if he had a similar dilemma? But remember that everything I suggest is unofficial. Each stock and bond on the market can increase or decrease in value, and it's not an accurate science."

I saw tears in her eyes, "Mr. Small, you are too nice to me. How can I repay you?"

"You don't have to. The sum of money is small, and it will take me very little time to come up with a reasonable portfolio."

She whispered, "I definitely owe you..."

I joked, "You owe me a signature permitting me to use your money to build your investment plan."

She smiled, "Prepare the documents, and I'll sign them in your office."

It took 7 days until her new investment account was ready. Part of the problem was the sum of money was too small to put in certain mutual funds. Eventually, I concocted a reasonable plan and hoped for the best.

Tara and I were lucky: Within 3 months the value of her account reached $50,000. At work, I called her phone and gave her the news. She said, "Mr. Small, I see you are alone in your office. I am on my way to talk to you." Tara didn't wait for my answer. She hung up the phone, walked to my office, closed the door behind her, and said, "Sir, you are an angel. I am not leaving this room until you tell me how I can repay you."

I laughed, "Tara, you are very nice, but I was simply lucky this time."

"I don't care how you call it. Without lifting a finger I doubled my money. You better think of something I can do for you, or I start screaming..."

I giggled, "You are so cute when you pretend to be tough. To tell you the truth, I have no idea what to ask for. Would it be OK if you make my morning coffee the next 5 days?"

"I'll be happy to do it, but it has nothing to do with my debt to you. May I invite you to a restaurant or a movie of your choice?"

I calculated that a movie would be cheaper and said, "As I said, it's not necessary, but if you insist, we can go to a movie together. What kind of movies do YOU like?"

"It doesn't matter to me. It's my gift to you, so you choose."

I liked action movies with Jason Statham or Tom Cruise, but I assumed she'd enjoy a romantic comedy and promised to call her in an hour with names of 3 movies, and she would select the one we'd see. She grinned and returned to her desk.

Before leaving for home, we agreed to see the movie No Hard Feelings with Jennifer Lawrence the next day after work.

...

I returned home and debated whether to tell Anna about going with Tara to watch a movie the following day. I thought about it and decided against it. After all, it was only a movie, so why start a discussion that may lead to further questions?

During the night, I had a dream that Tara and I were strolling hand in hand in Hawaii. It was a bizarre dream.

The following morning, Tara brought my coffee and winked at me, "I am anxious to see the movie. I like Jennifer Laurence; she is a jokester." The whole day I was very distracted. Nobody in the office knew about us going to the movies later. What if somebody saw us together? Gossip in the workplace is one thing, but I was also married...

Tara bought the tickets online. The plan was to arrive at the theater separately and meet there when the lights went dark.

I parked near the theater on time. Tara arrived 5 minutes later wearing a short gray dress with high heel shoes. She looked breath-taking. Her curvy figure was on full display with a generous cleavage. My penis stirred in my pants. Her sexy appearance was unexpected, and I felt terrible. I, a married man, joined a young innocent employee in a dark place, thinking about her sexy body.

She didn't seem to notice anything. Tara was all smiles and we entered the theater. We sat in a middle row toward the aisle. We timed our entrance right and as we found our seats, the lights went off. I asked if she cared for popcorn and soda. "No, thank you. I am trying to diet and will eat dinner later."

I whispered, "You don't need a diet. You look perfect."

She nuzzled into me, "You are such a gentleman, but you are wrong. My hips and chest are too big for my short frame."

"You told me many men ogle you. Do you think they'd do it if they felt you were overweight?"

"You don't understand; I see myself in the mirror and know the truth."

I joked, "Perhaps you need to buy a different mirror."

She took my hand in hers and chuckled, "You are very silly, but I like you. A lot!"

"Tara, what are you doing? You know I am married."

"I heard. However, I just touched your hand. We are not in bed together."

I didn't answer, and she left her palm in mine. Then the movie started. The film was a charming simple comedy, and we laughed multiple times. Then the nude scene was shown. Tara turned to me, "What do you think about Jennifer's body? She is very attractive, isn't she?"

I was torn inside, "Her body is not bad, but yours is by far better..."

She stared into my eyes and murmured, "You just reminded me you were married, and now you flirt with me."

"I am not trying to do that. I am simply telling you my honest opinion."

"Are you suggesting that if you weren't married, you'd consider dating me?"

"May I plead the fifth?..."

"You are even cuter when you are embarrassed. You shouldn't be. I think it's time I told you: I really like you. The fact that you are married may bother you, but it does not bother me at all..."

"Tara, is that a hint?"

"Do you mind if I call you Ryan? I promise to call you Mr. Small when we are at work."

"That's OK, please do."

"Ryan, you are everything I always wanted in a man: You are 7 years older than me, handsome, manly, smart, funny, and ready to help without asking for anything in return. What else a girl should ask for?"

"An unattached guy."

"I don't care about it as long as we are not thinking about getting married. I am young, and my whole life is in front of me. Why not enjoy without focusing on the long term?"

I glanced at her face. She eyed me too. I sighed and tried to look at the screen. Tara's hand caressed my palm gently, and I got distracted. I glimpsed at her. She leaned somewhat forward, and the upper part of her dress separated from her body. Her enormous bra-covered breasts were now on full display. I pretended to concentrate on the screen and bent slightly forward as well, getting a better view of her glorious tits.

Tara smiled and, without looking in my direction, said, "Let me make it easier for you."

Then she turned away from me, leaned her head on my chest, and placed my hand around her shoulder. That pose gave me an unobstructed view of her upper tits.

My pecker jolted and stiffened rapidly. Soon its position in my pants became uncomfortable. I used my other hand to adjust it better and heard Tara mumble, "Next time, I can do it for you..." Geez! How could she guess what I was doing? It was very dark, her eyes were directed toward the screen, and only my hand moved while my body was still...

I whispered in her ear, "Tara, you are not fair. I said I find you sexy, and you are trying to seduce me."

She smirked and murmured, "Sue me or give in!"

Next, she grabbed my hand that rested on her shoulder and pulled it down toward her chest. I whispered, "Tara, are you under the influence? Did you have alcohol before coming to the movie?"

"You can easily find out the answer if you kiss me."

She turned her face to me, shut her eyes, and pouted her full lips. I gazed at her, dying to kiss the luscious lips and remembering Anna. The fight between my brain and my genitals lasted a long moment, during which her face remained in the same position waiting for my reaction.

Her perfume, mixed with her sweet body odor, intoxicated me, and I gave up. I bent and kissed her lips lightly.

"Not like that. Show me you WANT to kiss me."

I murmured, "You are such a witch. You applied your magic, and I am helpless."

"Good. Now kiss me properly." I French kissed her hot mouth. Her tiny tongue invaded my mouth, pulled my tongue into her oral cavity, and sucked on it. My member engorged further and threatened to rip my zipper.

I disengaged and whispered, "I haven't been so aroused in a long time."

"Would you like to come to my apartment, and I'll take care of your 'issue?"

"I can't. After the movie, I have to go home. Anna knows I arrive before 7 pm."

"In that case, you'll suffer until the movie ends. But since you won't come to my place, I'll let you feel what you'll be missing." Subsequently, she pushed my fingers inside her huge bra, and I felt her bare breast. It was smooth, warm, and very firm. I touched the nipple, and it hardened on contact. She shivered mildly and whispered, "I think by now I am hornier than you..."

"That's your punishment for trying to seduce me in the theater."

Tara faced me and mumbled, "Now I am sure I want you. And I also know you want me too. So be prepared for me to chase you whenever I have the opportunity, until you cave to our needs."

"Honey, do you really not care I have a wife at home?"

"As I said; No, I don't. I've never met her, and I owe her nothing. I do not LOVE you, yet, so I don't think about marriage. But in the meantime, I'd like us to spend time together, and I have no problem being your mistress."

"Tara, you are so young and look so innocent and naive. When and how did you come up with the plan to take over my life?"

"I may be young, but I am not as naive as you think. I am 27 years old and had a few relationships in the past. I learned a lot, including that I love sexual escapades and how to get what I want."