This is based on a true story. I only say 'based on' because everything that happened here took place more than fifteen years ago when I was in my mid-twenties (as are all of the other characters) and, to be honest, I simply can't remember every detail, so I've used some artistic license to fill in the gaps wherever necessary. But the events, the emotions, the people and the places are true, reconstructed where necessary from my diary at the time, my messages, my emails and my photos, and have stuck with me like it was yesterday. My then boyfriend, now husband, doesn't know about most of this, so here's hoping he's not a reader...
I hope you enjoy.
Morning. It must be morning. I was woken up by a shaft of sunlight falling across the bed, and for a blissful few minutes as a I slowly came around I didn't know where I was or what I was doing. A faint headache suggested that some alcohol had been involved with the night before, and the noise of waves breaking in the sea suggested somewhere tropical.
Realisation slowly dawned that I wasn't wearing any clothes except my necklace, god I must have been quite drunk the night before to get into my bed without putting any clothes on.
I opened my eyes with a start. Looking over next to me I could see a man asleep, naked too. My Partner in Crime.
The memories of the night before came flooding back.
FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! This wasn't supposed to have happened. I went out for a friendly dinner last night having told my boyfriend that I loved him and not to worry, and ended up drunkenly hooking up with my dining mate, having the raunchiest sex imaginable. And to compound it I'd let him cum inside me twice, something I'd never allowed anyone to do ever.
I had to get out of there. I could rationalise cheating when drunk having been so desperate to be touched with my boyfriend so far away, but keeping it going in the cold, sober light of day would be entirely different - that would be a conscious choice to cheat, and something I would have to live with.
I crept out of bed and quietly took my dress and shoes to the guest bathroom for the suite. In my haste I forgot my underwear but that wouldn't matter for the taxi ride home, I just needed to dress quickly and be gone. I could deal with the mess caused to my friendship later.
What did for me was the shoes. I'd put them back on and the noise of me walking out of the bathroom woke him up. As I headed across the living room and towards the door to the suite he appeared, naked as could be, at the door to the bedroom.
"Trying to sneak out without saying goodbye?" he asked with a smile.
Oh god, that smile. I felt my resolution start to waver a little.
"Er, no, not that at all... I just... have a thing I remembered..." I stuttered, my words trailing off.
He walked over to me, his semi-aroused cock swinging slightly as he did so. Oh god, that cock. It was perfect. It had given me so much pleasure last night. My resolution was definitely wavering now.
Putting his hand under my chin, he pulled my face to look at his and kissed me on the lips. I turned my head away, the last of my resolution pushing back, and he moved instead to kiss my neck while his hands held my hips.
"No, we can't... I've got a boyfriend..." I whispered.
Oh god, my neck. I was wavering on the brink, my desire pushing all sensible thought out of my mind.
Between kisses he whispered back, "If you truly don't want this, then you can walk away. Until then..." and resumed his kisses along my neck and jaw line.
I was rooted to the spot. My brain was screaming at me to walk away, but somewhere lower down was taking control and making me want more of what we'd done the night before. I could feel myself becoming very aroused, my body wanted him so much.
He moved so that he was stood behind me, his kisses continuing on my neck but with one hand now touching my breasts, stroking and lightly pinching my nipples through the material of my dress, while the other hand had reached up, through the slit of my dress to find my bare clitoris, stroking it gently. My senses were on fire.
I shifted position, parting my legs slightly and he took the opportunity to slide a finger into me, slowly moving it in and out. A soft moan escaped my lips, as I turned my head towards his and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"Can I fuck you?" he whispered.
I shook my head. "Please...", and I moaned. "My boyfriend...", and another, louder moan. "He can't know...", another moan. "Please don't stop..." My head was all over the place, conflicting thoughts crashing against each other but all being consumed by the wave of my rapidly approaching orgasm. I wanted him so badly at that point, but I also knew I mustn't have him.
I gave in. "Please... please fuck me..." I moaned, and he led me back to the bedroom, where I lay down on the bed and parted my legs, my dress hitched up to my waist. He climbed on to the bed, kissed me, and as I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance...
Suddenly the hotel room phone rang, loud against the tranquillity of the room. The noise served to snap my head back a little into reality, and I froze as my brain started to take over again. I reached my hand down to stop him sliding into me, although I didn't make him move it away.
The phone stopped ringing as quickly as it started, before starting to ring again a few seconds later.
I put my hand to my face and smiled, saying to my Partner in Crime, "I think it's for you."
He smiled ruefully and climbed off me to answer it, and I could hear a hurried conversation. I'd taken the opportunity to get my dress back in place, straighten out my hair and in general try to look like someone who should be walking through a hotel lobby in the middle of the day and who isn't a sex worker.
Coming back over, he said, "That was reception, apparently we've overstayed our check out and they've asked us to leave as soon as we can."
I smiled, "Probably not bad timing... you're naughty. Not a bad end to a very good dinner."
"No, you're right." He smiled back. "Guess that scuppers what we were about to do. Are you leaving right now?"
"Yes, I think so. I need to process what happened here, I need some space to think. That phone ringing snapped me back to reality."
"Can I see you later?"
"That depends on what you mean by see me later?"
"Well... I was thinking you could come over, I make you dinner..." and he smiled suggestively.
"I've got a boyfriend." I replied. "As you well know... Last night was amazing, but... I need to process."
"So, how about if seeing you later meant grabbing a relaxed drink? Seeing you later as friends."
"It's hard to think about that when you're asking me while you're naked, it's very distracting, but I'd like that. I think. Text me where and when?"
"Ok."
And with that, I leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek, not quite resisting 'accidentally' brushing past his still hard cock, and left the room.
Leaving the hotel I felt a little overdressed, wearing my high heels and dress from the night before. But nobody batted an eyelid apart from one middle aged man who was waiting in the hotel lobby and quickly got a scolding from his wife.
Once I got home, my first priority was a shower. The hot water felt great, but even though I was still pretty aroused from my Partner in Crime's attempts to get me to stay longer I resisted the temptation to touch myself. The previous night's activities had, for once, satisfied my sex drive at least temporarily.
Having got out of the shower and put my running kit on, suddenly the enormity of the previous night hit me, and I felt sick to the stomach. I'd cheated. I'd crossed my red lines. I'd slept with someone other than my boyfriend. And I'd had four separate orgasms, all incredibly intimate in their own way. I felt like shit. Should I tell my boyfriend? What would he do?
But then... my boyfriend was thousands of miles away. How much worse was it really to sleep with someone, no strings attached, than to use a sex toy for example? And I'd been drunk, so it wasn't the real me last night. Just a much more wanton, aroused version of me.
As I worked out in the gym I came to an accommodation in my head. A narrative that me cheating, while not ideal, was ok, that it scratched an itch that otherwise would have lingered on potentially much more harmfully throughout my time on this overseas rotation. That me cheating was a one off, never to be repeated. That it would be selfish to tell my boyfriend, that the kind thing to do was to keep it to myself. I knew deep down that I was kidding myself, that what I'd done was cheating plain and simple, but show me someone who doesn't get by in life by lying to themselves and I'll show you a liar.
When I finished my workout, I checked my phone and had two messages, one from my boyfriend, one from my Partner in Crime. It's probably an indication of where my head was at that afternoon that I looked at the one from my Partner in Crime first.
Partner in Crime: Hey, really enjoyed last night. Still keen on a drink later?
Me: Yeah, sounds good. Think we need to discuss some things. How about that new place near my office?
Partner in Crime: Great, it's a date. 7pm?
'It's a date'. Not ideal wording after the events of the last 24 hours.
Me: It's a drink, that's all. No repeat of last night. 7pm is good, see you there.
As far as I was concerned the drink later was an opportunity to clear the air and not let things fester after the night before. I wanted us still to be friends and the longer we left it the harder it would be to get past what had happened. But very definitely the drink later was only going to be a drink. There was no way I was getting into this any further than I had already.
