Tom's place was a small, unexceptional one bedroom. It was clean but not flashy, the furniture was mostly spartan although the couch was nice and the TV was big. I wasn't impressed by the place but I was impressed by how well he kept it. We sat on the couch and he retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen, which he put on the Ikea coffee table.
He moved pretty fast at this point. We chatted and sipped our wine for only a few minutes before he moved in for a kiss and felt me up over my dress. I pulled back to pour myself another glass of wine, which I drank while he sweet talked me. Then he moved in again, kissing me more and flopping my breasts out of my dress. "Damn," he said, and then reached his right hand underneath the lower part of my dress, where he began rubbing against my pussy and clit over the top of my panties with the heel of his hand. At this point I was kissing him back hard and completely turned on. I put my hands up the back of his shirt and ran them up his back, which felt so different, there was not an ounce of flab on it. I could feel his muscles moving as he continued to apply pressure on me, slightly nudging up and down. He started pulling off my soaked panties and I laid on my back, hungrily extending my legs together to help the process along.
Then he was unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. In no time he had his dick whipped out from his boxers and was climbing on top of me. Like I said, he moved fast. I hadn't expected it so soon and had a final flash of doubt. "Wait, wait, I'm not sure," I began, and I started to turn my body away, but he pushed me back down by the shoulders, and then he held me with one hand while he guided his cock inside me with the other, and I rose my hips slightly to meet him. We were fucking.
I've always been pretty highly desirous of sex, or at least I tend to think so, but usually it's been much more… formal, more strained. Tom was thrusting away, with animal unconsciousness, and I was rocking and waving with his motions. For the first time in my life I really let go. "Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard!" I was saying. In my defense, I was pretty drunk. So I talked and I moaned, and within just a couple minutes of us starting, I came, and emitted a little squeal. I'm sure he could feel a surge of my juices enveloping his dick but he just kept pumping and I kept asking for more. After about 5 minutes, he grunted a few times and I could feel him cumming inside me, and I shuddered with another orgasm as well.
He rolled off me, and went to the other room to check on something. I just laid there, breathing heavily for a few minutes before I guess I passed out. At least I don't remember him coming back, I just remember laying there, breathing, and also sort of glowing. Next thing I knew he was shaking me awake and it was morning. He said he had to go, but he could drive me to my car. I was still wearing my dress from the night before, we'd never gotten undressed. I stood up and started brushing the dress off and found my boobs still hanging out. I stuffed them back in and picked my panties off the floor and put them in my purse as he got the door.
Back home, I thought to myself, So… That was something. I was trying to process it, as a thing that had actually happened, and to try to figure out what to do with it. Was it good, I asked myself. Yes, it was good. I had enjoyed it. What about my husband, I asked myself. He's not here, and he doesn't know, I answered. But so what? I countered. Whether he knows or not, what about him? Well, he'll come back, and we'll resume life, and it will be fine. You won't feel guilty? I thought about that one for a second, because the truth was, I didn't feel guilty at all, but maybe I was supposed to. Well, so what if I'm supposed to? If I don't feel guilty, I don't feel guilty, and I should be glad that I don't. Then would you have a one-night stand again? Hmm… A good question. The first one was such a success, would it be a bad idea to press my luck? I decided to put a pin in that one.
But then on Thursday afternoon, my phone buzzed. Text message, from Tom. "Come to [bar] tonight, 8pm," it said. Honestly my heart started pumping. I didn't remember giving him my number or saving him in my phone. Maybe I was drunker than I thought, or maybe he took the initiative while I was passed out. I considered. I wondered what he wanted. Was there something he wanted to talk about with me, or did he just want to see me again? Would I go see him again? Of course I would, I knew that right away. But why? I'm happily married with my husband waiting at home, and I don't even know this guy. But I think that was part of it. I've had sex a lot of times in my life, but my night with Tom was the only time I'd ever gotten fucked. And in a way, it was a culmination of my maturation and everything I'd been growing into lately and discovering about myself. Here was a stranger who had seen me and wanted me, wanted my body, who'd taken me home and had it. A strange man who had fucked me. This was proof of my being desirable, proof my being a sexual creature, proof that there was indeed more out there than a dull and buttoned-down life.
It was already 4pm when he wrote me, so I didn't have to wait that long. I left work and as soon as I got home I started getting ready to go out. I started going through my new tight skirts and lowest cut tops. When my husband got home I was dressed to kill, but he's used to that sort of thing these days. "I'm going out," I told him. He nodded, unquestioningly. "We're doing a ladies' night," I added. Like I was going to go hang out with the girls, a convenient excuse, except I don't even know what girls that would entail as I don't actually have any friends I meet out for drinks. But he didn't comment, and I was out the door.
When I got to there, Tom was sitting at the bar having a drink. I slithered up and sat down beside him. He looked at me and smiled, then downed his drink.
"Ready to go?" he asked. "Go? Oh, but my husband is waiting at home," I stammered. "That's no problem," he said. "You don't need to stay the night."
And that was that. We went back to his place and straight to his bed this time, where he climbed right onto me for another animalistic pounding. As he fucked me I moaned things like, "I missed you so bad." I was ecstatic.
When we were finished, he waited patiently while I got dressed, then drove me back to the bar. It was only just past 9pm. Some girls' night. I went back inside and nursed a couple of beers until 11pm, then drove back home. Husband was on his laptop, didn't take much notice of me as I stumbled into bed.
So that's where we are now. Tom and I have been having regular hook-ups since then. In some ways, I really feel like this is the best of all worlds. I still have my husband, but I don't have to annoy him about sex. He hasn't seemed that interested in a long long time. It's been kind of bothersome. He doesn't mind or even care about the girls' nights I've started taking out. We've been getting along flawlessly.
Meanwhile, my relationship with Tom is purely sexual, so it fits in seamlessly next to my married life. There was only one time I thought he might be interested in more, and that was a couple days ago. He asked me to meet him on a certain night, but also said to make sure to wear the white dress, the one I was wearing the first time we met. Oh, he's getting sentimental, I thought. But it was nothing like that. When I got there, I found him in a booth with four of his buddies. "This is my new friend, Lisa," he said by way of introduction. The friends stared. We all drank, while they mostly carried on about sports. After about five drinks Tom had still made no sign he was ready to leave. I finally had to tell him, come on, let's go. He laughed and exchanged a look with his friends, and then agreed. I let him have it a bit on the ride over to his place for inviting me out and ignoring me. I pointed out the time and how late I was going to be getting home. He explained that he just wanted to show me off to his friends. That's not exactly sentimental from his part afterall, is it.
At the same time, a warm feeling flooded over me. I wasn't just Tom's girlfriend, I was a prize, I was someone he wanted to show off to his bros. I'd gone from a sexless, unwanted housewife to a someone that a downright hunk was bragging about having. I guess it was sentimental afterall, at least for me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/35gr76/finally_cheated
i don’t understand why the title of this post is "finally cheated"… was it some kind of accomplishment for you to cheat on your husband? if so, that’s pretty messed up.
You feel like you have the best of both worlds, but your husband would certainly not. All he’s got is a cheater. If you really want the best of both worlds, you should come clean and see if an open relationship is an option.
The tone of this story is kinda off..
Did you read the text until the end ? The answer is pretty clear: "I’d gone from a sexless, unwanted housewife".
yeah, what’s your point?
The husband probably deserves it, and more. See the last paragraph: "I’d gone from a sexless, unwanted housewife […]".
Very sexy hun. I personally would love to find out my wife was fucking around. But she’s more like your hubby than you
As the old saying goes "Two wrongs don’t make a right." People feel like they’re doing the right thing, because there’s a rush of excitement, everything is new, etc. But what happens once the newness wears off and what you’ve done really hits you? Once that happens, both people in the couple have a lot of decisions to make, none of which are easy. Most would saying fixing the situation is easier than fixing the mess. The thing is both are work and for some reason, people have to be kicked in the tail sometimes to invest work/time into something that’s not new.
Have you been a such a situation ? Do you have children ? When you have children, and your love/sex life with your spouse is not as it used to be (or worse), you think twice before throwing everything with the baby bath.
His point is that your question was answered.
If you’re fucking another dude, you’re not "happily married".
I’d wanna know also so I could kick her ass to the curb.
I love how anti-cheating everyone is. Fuck them all, your story was hot.
Why, do you know anyone that’s pro-cheating? What kind of person that wasn’t brain dead would ever think "I want my SO to prove that they dont value me as a human being and so they destroy my trust"
So you’re validating deceiving someone because it’s better than throwing away a marriage since there are kids involved? That’s crazy to me, to put it mildly. The better road to take would be to: 1) try your best to make it work and show your kids life isn’t always a bed of roses and sometimes success takes very hard work and involves doing some things that aren’t fun or 2) If that can’t work at all and you don’t have a happy life, showing your kids that even when things don’t work out, being classy and exhibiting respect is something we all deserve. A well-known psychologist who wrote a book on the struggles of modern relationships argues that we treat people who have frequent sex out of a committed relationship much different than people who stray, when what they’re seeking isn’t much different. And I think there’s some truth to the fact that especially in the U.S., we need to rethink the way we deal and talk about these things. But what gets me about these situations is the deceit. You are rarely going to have a happy ending when you deceive someone. And often, it’s not a good outcome for either party. And yes, I have 2 children and we have a crazy amount of stress and it would be easy to let essential things go out of our relationship. But we’re determined not to do that and figure out ways to balance everything, even if we’re not always as successful as we want to be.
Hot story, thoughtful and well-written. Would love to hear more of your adventures!
I hope you kill yourself ?
I love how the morality police are all up in this post. More than likely after they finished fapping over it. That said, more please.
This isn’t r/relationships
actually, no, because it’s one thing to feel good about being wanted. considering *the act of cheating itself* as an accomplishment is a different story.
Anyone with a cuckholding fetish. Just because people are into different things than you, doesn’t mean your opinions are right and their’s are wrong.
It’s all the sexually repressed people that don’t understand that there are other acceptable fetishes besides their own.
That’s doesn’t even come close to being in the same category, there’s no unfaithfulness in cuckholding, its just weird and both partners are aware. Cheating makes you a shitty person
All I can do is reiterate what I said. This a fetish and you don’t understand it. I don’t understand feet fetishes, but I don’t tell someone liking feet makes them a shitty person.
Cuckholding is not the same as cheating on someone without their knowledge when it would knowingly destroy their relationship. I can’t believe you’re comparing liking feet to cheating, and yes, cheating does make you a shitty person
Cheating isn’t a fetish Edit: that can be justified
nothing wrong with cheating. just a bunch of hurt cry babies on this site
[What a hunk.](http://i.imgur.com/e71iQvR.jpg)
Leave your husband.
eh this doesn’t work on all relationships. My husband has openly told me that if I were to cheat on him not to tell him and we can continue to be fine. He’s not encouraging me to cheat and doesn’t want to acknowledge an open relationship but he realized I have a much higher sex drive and loser morals than he does. He knows I love him and only want to be in a relationship with him but sex is a fun activity I need in my life. I haven’t cheated and we have been married almost 6 years but i won’t claim that it will never happen. I love him so I try to work with what we have but honestly if my need for sex cause tension or harm to our relationship and having sex with someone else would help I would. He tries but there’s no way he can be the great husband and father he is to or family and have the energy to keep up with my libido.
Nothing works on all relationships. But to get something straight, just because someone says they don’t want to find out if you cheated doesn’t mean they’re endorsing you doing it. What it means is they would be too hurt to find out, odds are. If your need for sex is that mismatched, you shouldn’t have married the guy, honestly. Not sure why this is OK; if a man said they were cheating on their wife because their libido wasn’t matched, they’d be crucified.
There’s more to my husbands and my conversation than that, I was simplifying it since I don’t think reddit needs the details of my relationship. As for your comment about how I shouldn’t of Married him, really? Considering it’s the only area where we don’t fit perfectly together with just the right balance of complimenting and similarities I think you are wrong. I’m not saying cheating is a good thing for everyone to do but for some relationships it works.
I honestly can’t believe you don’t see the comparison. What if I used incest as an example instead? Still a fetish, arguably much worse than cheating, but still very much a fetish.
There’s not such thing as a justifiable fetish. It’s just a fetish.
She doesn’t have a cheating fetish, and no you can’t justify cheating as an act ever, don’t try to bring other examples into this, you can do those without hurting anyone else, but not this
Awareness and consent motherfucker! That’s the difference!
I’m afraid you’re still not getting it. The fetish is that they aren’t aware of the cheating. I simply used cuckholding as an example of the type of person who might be turned on by this kind of story. As a subscriber to the fetish of cheating, you cannot tell me it isn’t a fetish. I know better than you.
I can do exactly what I’m doing because I belong to a group of people who enjoy cheating and stories about cheating. Browse an erotic fiction website like Literotica and you will find entire sections devoted to this very thing.
That was never part of the argument, they admitted they were cheating so they are aware of it. I don’t give a fuck if you get off on cheating, if you do it knowing it’ll hurt your partner you don’t deserve to be in a relationship. And you said fuck people that are anti-cheating, well normal people are usually against going through the act of unfaithfulness
Its one thing to enjoy stories and another to enjoy the act of doing, you basically admitted to being a piece of shit human being
I basically admitted to enjoying different things than you. Don’t waste people’s time with your negativity. Just admit to yourself you’re unhappy and leave other people’s happiness alone.
Saying "for some, cheating works " is just a way to justify your behavior. You gloss over cheating like it’s akin to something simpler that doesn’t hurt anyone. That’s likely not the case here, even if he doesn’t say that. Someone who feels the way you do would get everyone’s understanding more if you’d charted out on your own with no husband for a safety net.
I don’t want to comment on the moral issue, because I don’t think this is the forum for it. But: fucking hot story and thanks for sharing. You write well, and your enthusiasm for the naughty liaisons you’re having comes across in the text. Hope you write more stories.
U need to fuck all Toms friends… Gang bang style
No, I wouldn’t. I have different things that matter to me than you do. I’m not saying it’s okay to cheat or everyone should cheat. My husband isn’t my safety net he’s my partner, my best friend and pretty much everything important to me. If he had one night stand with some other girl I wouldn’t be bothered by that, if he had an emotional affair/ relationship with someone else I would be very hurt even if there was no sex involved at all. He got into a relationship with me knowing my views on sex and he gets it. He doesn’t feel the same way but he loves me anyways. I have chosen to be faithful and only with him because I know it’s what would make him the most happy and making him happy makes me happy. Honestly though I feel if you have a one night stand its shitty thing to do but really not the end of the world if you are having a full blown affair and have feelings for someone else then you are just a chicken shit who is too scared to end your relationship.