My wife Kristen and I had been married for almost 10 years; our tenth anniversary was coming up in a month. We had a great marriage, but both of us had high pressure jobs. We saw less of each other than we would like to, and the job stress had taken a toll on our sex life.
Don't get me wrong, I still found my wife incredibly attractive. She had gained a few pounds since our marriage, but in my eyes the extra pounds just made her sexier. She was not fat by any means, not even overweight. Her C cup breasts were still firm; she had a thin waist, with just a tiny bit of a belly; wide hips and a ... I won't say large, but generous butt. I always told her how beautiful, how sexy, she was. Of course it wasn't just her sexy body that made her beautiful; She had lovely curly red hair, a pretty freckled face, bright blue eyes, and a fantastic smile.
Despite that, she was self conscious about the extra pounds. Especially her butt. We both exercised, but not as much as we liked because of our demanding jobs. She kept complaining about her butt; it didn't matter how much I reassured her, she worried about her appearance and wanted to lose some weight.
Last weekend she had a work conference in Chicago. On Wednesday afternoon I dropped her off at the airport. We kissed goodbye; she said "bye sweetie, I'll see you Sunday evening."
She usually called me every evening when she was at a conference. This time was no different, but after a brief call Wednesday to let me know that she had arrived safely, and a longer, chatty call on Thursday evening, her calls on Friday and Saturday were brief and sort of abrupt. But I didn't think much of it; I just assumed that she was tired from the conference.
On Sunday evening I picked her up at the airport. I greeted her with a hug and a kiss. She seemed tense. We got into the car and I drove us home. I asked her about the conference. "It was fine, you know, the usual." We talked some more, but she was quieter than normal. I asked her if anything was wrong. She said "No, I'm just tired."
As soon as we got home, she said "I'm ... I feel dirty from the plane ride. I ... need to shower before we go to bed." She jumped into the shower; I got ready for bed.
I got in bed; she soon joined me. She lay on her side with her back to me; I spooned against her. We lay together. I was stroking her back. She was not responsive. Her whole body was tense. I asked her what was wrong. All of the sudden she started sobbing, "oh, honey, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for what?" I asked.
She said, "For.. for what happened at the conference."
"What happened?"
"I ... wasn't going to tell you, I was hoping to just go back to the way we were. But I can't hide it from you. Even though when you hear it you're going to want to divorce me."
She started crying again. I tried to comfort her. "Honey, of course I won't divorce you. Tell me what happened."
She sobbed, "You will. But okay, I'll tell you. I ... I cheated on you with a man I met at the conference." She started crying again, "I'm so sorry. If you want to divorce me, I'll understand. I won't fight it."
"Do you want a divorce?" I asked.
"No! Of course not. I love you. But I broke my marriage vows. I know that if you cheated on me I would want a divorce. How can you ever trust me again?"
I replied, "No, I don't want a divorce. But tell me what happened."
"I just did. I cheated on you. I had sex with another man. Surely you don't want details?"
"I think I need to hear it. Tell me."
"It was Friday - the second day of the conference. There was a man sitting next to me at the last panel of the day. I could feel his eyes on me. I glanced over at him and he smiled. He ... I didn't consciously notice at the time, but he was cute. About our age, fit, curly back hair."
"After the panel was over, we got to chatting. He asked me if I had dinner plans; I said no. He asked me to dine with him at the restaurant in the hotel. I had my wedding ring on of course and I'm sure he saw it; I assumed that it was just an innocent invitation. I accepted."
"We had a lovely dinner. He bought a bottle of wine; I started to get a little tipsy. He was making me laugh. His eyes were on me. I felt attractive."
"After dinner he asked me if I wanted to go to the hotel bar for a drink. I hesitated, but said yes, but that I needed to call my husband first. That's when I called you. I felt a little guilty. I told you I was tired and was going to go to my room and to bed."
"We went to the bar and had another drink. We laughed and talked."
"I thought it was just harmless flirting. But he made me feel ... attractive. Sexy. Like I haven't felt in a while. Honey, I know that you still tell me that I'm beautiful. But this was the first time in years that I felt the eyes of another man who found me desirable."
"As we continued sipping our drinks, we talked. Flirted some more. He started to get a little touchy - but innocently, touching my arm. I touched him back. I felt myself getting moist between my legs."
"It was getting late and I told him that I needed to get to bed, but I thanked him for a wonderful evening."
"He asked me back to his room for a nightcap. I said to him, 'okay, but no funny business mister, I am a happily married woman.'"
"He replied 'of course not.'"
"We went to his room. He poured drinks for us. We sat on the bed, there was nowhere else to sit. We talked. He told me how beautiful I was. I replied, "Thank you, but don't, I'm married." There was an awkward pause. He ... he moved his face close to mine. He kissed me. I pulled away but didn't say anything. He put his hand on my leg and started rubbing it. I turned back to him. He kissed me again. This time I kissed him back. He was a really good kisser. He pushed me back onto the bed."
I had confusing feelings as she told her story. Jealousy, of course. But I couldn't deny the involuntary physical reaction of my body. My penis was getting hard. I was turned on by her story.
