She crawled in bed next to her sleeping husband. She was exhausted from the adventures of her evening, first with Paul and later with Bob, Scott and Matt. What was she doing? How did the last eighteen hours transcend from the happy emotion of her friends wedding to her behavior at the reception with Paul to her later meeting up with Paul? What could have possibly possessed her to allow those transgressions descend into her escapades with Bob, Scott, and Matt. Had she lost her mind?
She couldn't believe what had come over her and what had transpired. She knew, of course, that her husband supported her happiness. His urging her to be with other men had certainly left no doubt as to that. His approval of her sexual adventures had grown as did his own inconsistency in the bedroom. But she wondered if his hearing of this past evening would cross a line for him. She shouldn't have gone down this path; ever. She shouldn't have let him push her toward other men she admitted to herself. She was going to have to come clean but she feared the result.
She nuzzled up to her husband, closing her eyes pushing herself toward sleep in search of peace from her current state of regret. She rubbed her hand across his chest and down to his belly. He smelled good. She had always liked his smell. She let her hand trail down to his shorts through which she could feel him. He was soft, and small. She wrapped her hand around him through his shorts. Her fingers touched her hand even with him in between. The head of his dick was partially inside her grip with her hand tight against his pelvis. She moved her hand slowly back and forth urging for a change; without result. His breathing continued a steady pace.
She let her hand trail off to her own body and felt her own naked body; having discarded her shorts and t-shirt at the foot of the bed ahead of crawling under the covers. She placed her hand over her mound stretching a finger to her lips. She felt between her moist lips and drifted off.
She awoke with a start; disoriented; alone. What time was it? Where was her husband? Where was she?
Rubbing her eyes her senses returned. The other side of the bed was empty. Glancing at the night stand she saw that it was eleven something. The draperies were closed and the lights off but she could see the rays of light coming in from around the drapery edges. She began recalling the events from the previous day. She started working through how she would relay those events to her husband.
She heard the hotel room door open and smelled the coffee as her husband entered the room with a tray of breakfast food. That coffee smelled so good to her. Her husband entered the room and sat the tray at the writing desk.
"I thought I'd let you sleep as it seemed like you needed your rest."
"Thank you, yes I certainly did" as she reached for one of the steaming cups.
"Not just yet" he stated as he sipped from his own cup. "I want to talk a bit first and your coffee will be your reward for your participation."
She felt a sense of panic rising from her stomach. "What do you mean? Please, can I have the coffee?"
"In a minute" he stated cheerfully as he grinned at her.
Maybe she had this wrong; maybe he didn't suspect anything. He certainly seemed to be in a good mood. "Ok, what do you want to talk about?"
"Did you go out last night?"
"Well, yes, for a little while. I couldn't sleep and needed a little air."
