My name is Mark and I fucked up. Royally. Let me tell you about it.
I am a 32 year old guy, average looking, not too tall, not too short, not skinny, not fat, just a bit of a beer gut, basic face with a scruffy short beard. While look-wise I'm average, intellectually I'd like to think of myself as above average, I've finished a decent college and I'm now a senior financial consultant at a pretty big law firm. I make decent money because of it, too.
I am married to Ariana, a 27 year old woman that I consider out of my league in every way possible. Look-wise, she is a gorgeous blonde with blue eyes, perky tits and a firm round ass, everything that a man like me could only dream of. Intellectually, she exceeds me as well, she's a software developer for a big tech company, she's as smart and as witty as they come.
We met in college, when she was 19, barely starting college, and I was 24, during my master's degree time. We clicked from the get-go and while she was out of my league back then too, maybe it was the age difference that made her want me, maybe her considering me more mature, maybe her seeing that I had a great career ahead of me, maybe my lame jokes, I still don't know to this day, I can only assume. What's certain is that we fell in love and have been madly in love ever since.
To go a bit into more detail, even though we've been together 8 years now, our sex life is still great. Albeit, we don't fuck as much as we used to, we still fuck a few times per week, and when we do, it's great. I'm not packing the biggest junk, quite frankly I'm on the lower side of the spectrum, but we know each other so well sexually, that we get each other to orgasm almost without even trying.
We've always been loyal to each other and always put ourselves first no matter what. I didn't even glimpse at another woman and she never once glimpsed at another man. I had my fair share of approaches from women, as average as I am, I'm still funny, smart and make a decent amount, so there will be interest, but I've always stayed away from anyone interested. Not only was I not interested back, but I didn't even want to give Ariana the doubt, so I never befriended any women, never went to parties without her, never gave into anything that would even remotely imply that I am not fully committed. And she did exactly the same. Didn't talk to other men, didn't go to parties without me, and so on, not because if she did she'd be tempted to cheat, but rather not to even put me in the position of thinking she might.
Perfect for each other you think? Most people thought so too. So much so that a lot of people were envious of us. Two of my closest friends, Liam and Kyle, became extremely envious of me and Ariana, to the point that they talked to me less and less, to the point that we barely saw each other anymore. And every time we did see each other, there was always a dig at our relationship, or me, or Ariana. "Did reality settle in yet or are you still in the honeymoon phase?" Liam would ask me.
Liam is a 31 years old salesman that is not only frustrated by his financial situation, but also because he is single. To add to that, he considers himself better looking than me, which makes him even more jealous. To be fair, he is considerably taller, but he is not fit, nor prettier.
Kyle on the other hand, I have to admit, is better looking. He is taller, blonde eyes, nice face, muscular. He could probably get women easily, however, he settled for Lisa, a less attractive 28 year old woman, that we all keep asking ourselves why in the world would he go for her. They don't seem to get along, no chemistry, both unemployed "entrepreneurs", different leagues look-wise. Nobody knows. Either way, Kyle too is jealous of me landing Ariana, especially with how I look compared to him.
Regardless of how jealous they were or how they would act, Ariana still acted impeccably in front of them, not putting anything to heart and treating them like family. When they were over to watch a game, she'd constantly bring food, drinks, lighten the mood. Even if our friendship was not the same, Ariana made it feel like it was. This was probably something that made Liam and Kyle even more envious, I don't know.
The story about my fuck up starts a month ago, when my team hosts a team-building event. Usually, I say no to those types of events, like I said, I have no interest in going to parties without my wife, however this time there was a lot of pressure for the whole team to be present, as the company invested a lot. I eventually caved, especially when Ariana kept insisting I go, so I went.
Our team, the 7 of us, 5 guys and 2 girls, went to a cabin in the woods together. It was this modern A-shaped type of cabin, really cozy, really nice location, I was excited to be there, even though I felt a bit guilty for having fun without Ariana, I would've much rather been there with her. Still, I tried to set that thought aside and focus on the event at hand.
One of the women there was Rachel, a financial consultant colleague, a pretty 25 year old woman, cute face, brunette, really short, but great body. Have been colleagues with her for about 3 years now, since she was an intern, and we always got along great, but never once did anything happen other than the regular chit chats between workers. Never flirted. Never talked about anything personal. Just got along well as we were both good at our job and resonated in that sense.
Being the only one there I actually liked, I talked a lot with her, but kept it professional. As it got dark and the whole team got drunk, things changed a bit, the conversations became a bit more personal. Still, I let her know about Ariana and how happy I was, didn't flirt or lead her on one bit, however, I can't say the same for her, she started being visibly more interested in me and while I thought talking about Ariana would change that, it didn't.
When she was flirting with me and acting visibly interested, the thought of how would it be to have sex with her did cross my mind, but I quickly thought of how much I love Ariana and how happy I was and came back on track. Thought to myself it was the alcohol that even made me think of fucking her in the first place, and it probably was.
When her flirting became obvious and she even said we should go somewhere more private, I rejected her abruptly and went to bed. I thought that kind of rejection would send the correct message. It didn't.
The next day, during the whole day we were professional again, talking, but that's it. I was sure at this point that for her too, it was just the alcohol playing tricks on her. When the evening came and we started drinking again, the flirting began. This time we both were drunker than before, so the thought of me fucking her wasn't dismissed as easily as before. I actually pictured her on all fours and me towering over her from behind and fucking her hard. She was small and brunette, different from my Ariana who was blonde and almost as tall as me, also different body type. Hence I imagined the sex would also feel considerably different.
A colleague then brought over some shots which we both took. Until then I can clearly remember my thoughts and how I rationalized things, after that, I remember glimpses of things. I remember kissing her passionately then and there. Then I remember going to my room with her. I remember her being on her knees sucking my dick. Then I distinctly remember the feeling of my dick sliding in her pussy. I remember her on all fours and me fucking her from behind, just as I imagined before. I remember me wanting to pull out when I felt like coming but her saying she's on the pill and coming inside her. I remember her leaving the room and me deciding to just go to sleep as I am piss drunk and tired. That's it. That's all I remember.
While it wasn't much, it was enough to make me feel an enormous guilt the next day. What have I done? I have cheated on my perfect Ariana with basically a stranger. The whole day I was sad, regretful, a shadow of the man I was the previous days.
