I sat up and assessed the room. The drinks Eric was "innocently" invited back to my room for sat untouched on the table. My panties lay inside out on the floor by the bathroom. A cum soaked hand towel sat next to me on the bed and two used condoms lay at my feet. I put my hands to my face and sobbed.
It was the first time I had ever cheated on my husband. I sat there crying from guilt. I cried because of the state of my marriage. I cried because I was angry at my husband for putting me in this position. I cried because the sex was better than I had ever imagined.
Truth is, it had been a little over two years since the last time I'd been fucked. I'm thinking any sex at that point would've exceeded my expectations. Now, I'm not a woman with much frame of reference as I'd married my high school sweetheart. As a freshman, I lost my virginity painfully and awkwardly to a senior during a regrettable night in which I learned that boys lie to get sex. My next boyfriend was the man I married. During college and the first years of marriage, we fucked constantly. Life happened and our sex life slowed but I was still totally satisfied. Until, he was laid off from work and became deeply depressed.
His sex drive was nonexistent. The first year of his depression, he lived in a shell at home and did nothing. I was as supportive as I could be. Drove him to his therapy appointments, took care of the kids, tended to the house, as well as support the family financially. The days were long and stressful focused entirely on him.
I hit my breaking point after I failed repeatedly to get any attention from my husband. I felt rejected when I entered the bedroom in lingerie and was asked to try tomorrow because he's tired. I tried watching porn with him while I sucked his flaccid cock. Toys, role play, sexting, and bondage all failed. He never tried. He was just flat out not interested. I needed a release badly. I got it from Eric.
Eric was sexy, smart, and made me laugh. We had been flirting for the better part of a year at work. The decision to cheat was made when my boss told me my department was going to a three day conference in which we had the option of staying in a hotel instead of commuting home.
The first night was animalistic. We tore each other's clothes off and fucked like mad. He spanked me, threw me around, ate me out, and kissed me deeply. I shook with every body slapping impact of his hips against mine. My hair was pulled and pussy was sore. It was amazing.
I hated myself for giving into temptation but applauded myself for accepting this gift. I fucked a man that wanted to be with me. That was turned on by me. It was the best and worst feeling I'd ever experienced. I knew I needed more. We spent the two nights fucking like horny teenagers. It was magnificent.
Even though it was wrong, it put into light how bad of a place I was in. I needed to take action. My husband once offered me a sexual surrogate. I wanted that.