My husband, John, and I have been married for a few years now. We're very happily married and have a very active sex life. But, that doesn't stop either of us from having some fun outside our marriage. People often ask me when I started cheating. The answer to that is long before we were ever married. The next question is usually, who was the first person you cheated on him with. The best answer to that I can give, although we weren't technically married yet, is to tell the story of the night before our wedding. So, here it is...
The afternoon before our wedding there entire bridal party checked into a hotel near the wedding venue. Everyone had their own room, including myself and the groom. I had a suite since that's where I would be getting ready the next morning, with all my girls. After getting settled in, and making sure my wedding dress was hanging properly, the girls and I decided to go out on the town. We all got dressed up to look our best. I put on a satin halter top, a cute little skirt, and a gorgeous pair of patent leather pumps I had bought but never wore yet. The heel was much higher than what I normally wear, but I thought tonight was the right occasion. As we were heading out my maid of honour gave my one of those cliche sashes that read "Bride To Be" on it. Although it did ruin the outfit, I wore it anyway.
We had dinner at this lovely Italian restaurant then walked over to a bar a few blocks away. We had a few drinks at our table, then decided to get up and dance since there was a live band. There was a good group of people dancing already, so we just joined in on the dance floor. As we're dancing guys are coming up to dance with us a bit, then moving on. One guy came up and danced with me for a couple songs. He congratulated me when he saw my sash. I thanked him and we kept dancing. He was cute in a nerdy-jock sort of way. As he was leaving the dance floor he leaned in and whispered,
"If you want one last night of fun before you tie the knot, come find me here!"
I watched him walk away, thinking about how forward of an advance that was. Some of my girlfriends heard it too, so we giggled about it. After we danced for a while we headed back to the hotel to turn in early. We did have a big day ahead of us. I gave each of my girls a big hug then headed up to my suite. The first thing I did was to take off that silly sash. I put it aside and looked at myself in the mirror. Despite all the dancing, I thought I looked pretty good. I wasn't really tired so I didn't want to go to bed just yet.
The more I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, the more I thought about that cute guy in the bar, and what he said.
"Maybe on last fling wouldn't be the worst thing?" I said to myself. I touched up my makeup and put a darker shade of lipstick on. The type that says I mean business. I walked as quietly as I could to the elevator, making sure none of my girls were there to see me. I breathed a sigh of relief as the doors closed behind me. When it reached the lobby I walked out and made my way to the front door of the hotel. Just before making it out the door, who should I bump into but one of the groomsman, Michael. Michael was about a foot taller than me, and had the body of a man who went to the gym every day. He had his devilish good looks, and a reputation as a womanizer to match.
"And where are you headed?" he asked with a playful yet slightly accusing tone.
"Oh...umm..." I fumbled with a reply, "I'm just going for a walk. Get some fresh air!" I said, finally.
"In those heels?" he retorted, looking me up and down. My face must have suggested that he caught me in a lie. "You're not getting cold feet, are you?"
I didn't know what to say. I wasn't having cold feet, but obviously I couldn't tell him where I was going. He clearly knew I was lying. So, I stood there saying nothing and just looked back at him.
"Come," he said, taking my hand, "let's have a drink at the bar here and talk about it." He lead me to the bar. We sat, had a drink, and talked about what seemed like everything except what I thought we were going to talk about. One drink turned into two, and the conversation kept flowing. Finally I said that I need to turn in for the night. He paid the tab and offered to walk me to my room. I linked my arm in his as he walked me to the elevator, then to my room. I couldn't get the key card to work so he helped me unlock my door and walked me inside. As soon as we were in I sat on the bed and kicked off my insanely high heels, sighing in relief as the left my feet.
"How do you walk in those?!" He asked.
"They take their toll!" I exclaimed, motioning to my visibly sore feet, "but, beauty has its costs!"
"I can see that! It looks painful. Are you going to be able to walk tomorrow?"
