This is a true story told to me by the lady described in the story. She is still married and her husband does not know any of this and probably never will. She has struggled with the events that occurred for a lot of reasons.
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She knew it was wrong. She was happily married with two young children. Staying out drinking until 2am in the morning with a bunch of twenty somethings was not her usual night out. But it was the last night of the conference she was attending in Las Vegas and she barely felt guilty when she called home a few hours earlier and told her husband she was going to bed. She did not want him to worry and he would worry if he knew she was out drinking. Now, four hours later she was drunk and enjoying the attention she was receiving.
Once her coworker had left the bar she had stopped dancing with the group and spent all her time with Mark. He told her playfully that a woman her age was every young man's dream and she responded that it would stay a dream but she kept drinking with him. She knew it was wrong but she was still in control. The Jagermaister shots were tough to put down but they gave her new energy and a lot less inhibition. She sat on his lap between songs but she kept her legs closed and her white denim skirt came down comfortably to cover to her mid thigh. She swept his hand away every time he put it on her bare leg but she let his other hand rub her back freely. She knew it was wrong but it felt good feeling his large hand running over her. She was intrigued by his size. At six feet three inches tall he was a foot taller than her. She had once dated a guy who was six feet but for the last twenty years she had only been with her husband who was only a few inches taller than her and was built like a distance runner. Mark was huge by comparison and the novelty of it was enjoyable. She knew the next round of shots was a bad idea but she was having fun and no one from her real life was around to witness. She had to be at the airport in six hours but she was too drunk to care.
Mark's hands were all over her during the net dance and though her reactions were slower she still managed to push his hands away when they strayed too close to her forbidden areas. When she told him she needed to start drinking water he led her out of the bar and straight to the elevators. She knew it was wrong to let him walk her all the way to her room but she did not stop him when he took her key card and entered with her. She accepted the glass of water he gave her and sat on the side of the bed as he set her alarm so that she would not miss her flight. She knew it was wrong that a strange and attractive man was alone with her in her hotel room but she did not tell him to leave. He did not say a word as he sat beside her and began kissing her neck. She knew it was wrong but she liked the way it felt. She told him he should leave but she did not mean it. He pulled her back on the bed and began kissing her lips. She muttered that she was married and they should not do this but she let him continue kissing her. She briefly thought of her husband as he began unbuttoning her blouse but the alcohol had washed away any guilt and she let him unfasten her bra and bare her champagne glass breasts.