my first indiscretion [FM] [cheating]

This happened back in October and I’m still kind of in shock about it. Nobody else knows the details. Even my best friend, who I talk to about everything, only knows that *something* happened. Thinking about it still makes me feel guilty, but also tingly with excitement. I have to tell it somewhere, so hopefully some of you will enjoy reading about it.

I’m 37, and happily married for 8 years. I really have no complaints about the way my life is now. My husband is a great partner in almost every way (including in bed), and my career is very satisfying. But I do sometimes regret that I didn’t… stretch my horizons, if you will, more when I was younger. I was the typical Asian Good Girl, focusing on school, family, and the parent-approved other activities, even into my mid-20s. I wasn’t unhappy, and it’s not like I didn’t have any fun. But the most rebellious I ever was publicly was in going to grad school in the humanities instead of med school. And with only a couple of exceptions, my sex life only involved a few serious BFs over the years. And since I met my now-husband, there hadn’t been anyone else. And I didn’t really want there to be, for real, but a girl can still fantasize.

I never really thought I’d do anything about it, until I was traveling to a conference in October.

These conferences in my field are not exactly exciting affairs, but I look forward to them. It’s a chance to reconnect with friends and colleagues I’ve met over the last 15 years, and I always learn a lot. And it reminds me of one of the few confession-worthy sexual experiences I ever had, soon before I met my husband, back in grad school. That experience hadn’t even been that memorable physically, but I had behaved in a way so unlike my Usually Good Girl norm that I still usually end up needing to play with myself in the hotel room when I remember it today. But again, I didn’t think anything like that could ever happen again.

At the reception at the end of the first day, something changed. I had probably had too much wine, and was laughing a little too loud talking about some not-really-that-interesting stories with some old friends. I had gone back to get more wine when I ran into ‘Mark’ pouring himself a glass, and he offered to refill mine and we started chatting. I didn’t know Mark, but he was a grad student in different specialty. He was tall and skinny, his clothes nice enough but a little rumpled, with a deliberately unkempt mess of hair. It was the kind of nerdy but tasteful look that I find pretty ridiculous, professionally, but I remember how badly the TAs like that would drive the undergrad girls crazy. And there was no denying… he was hot.

He was clearly flirting with me, which I found flattering. I’m only 5’1″, quite petite and, well, Asian, so I often pass for a lot younger than I really am, and he was surprised to find out I was not also a student. But he didn’t stop talking to me, and I found myself flirting back.

At some point in that conversation, I realized, “I could fuck this guy.” It scared me, and excited me. A little too much. So I excused myself when I saw another friend I wanted to talk to. But I couldn’t get him out of my mind.

Maybe half an hour later, I couldn’t take it any more. As I was leaving, I found him (flirting with some students closer to his age, of course) and pulled him aside. Hardly believing myself, I said “If you want to grab another drink, I’m in room ___. One hour.” And I went to my room, not expecting him to come but thinking he’d at least make good fantasy material for my solo session :P I showered, had the usual ‘miss you’ text exchange with my husband, and called room service for a bottle of wine. When a knock came on the door, and I answered in my robe, I was expecting the wine… but it was Mark.

His eyes went very wide when he saw me standing there in only a robe, but I imagine mine did the same thing. I grabbed his arm and practically yanked him into the room, and closed and locked the door behind him. (I totally forgot about the wine, which never showed up. Typical modern service…) I immediately pulled him down toward me for a deep kiss, my hands roaming his back and his ass over his pants. He was still shocked, but didn’t resist. I unbuttoned his shirt as we made out, and I rubbed his bare chest. I wanted him, and I was going to have him.

We kissed for a while, but when my hand made its way down to the bulge in his pants, I only stroked it a couple of times before he grunted “Not yet.” He grabbed my ass over the robe with both hands and lifted me up. I put my arms around him and kissed him again while he carried me to the bed. He sat me down, untied the robe and pulled me out of it, then pushed me down on top of it.

For the first time, I felt a little shy and must have been blushing like crazy. I was always embarrassed by my small chest, and no man besides my husband or doctors had seen me like this in almost 10 years. But any embarrassment ended quickly when I saw the lust in Mark’s eyes. He leaned down and kissed me once more, then sat down next to me on the bed. He leaned down and began kissing my nipples, back and forth, while he massaged my thighs with his hand. He continued like that, switching between kissing my lips and licking my nipples, while his hand slowly made its way up to my pussy, and he started fingering me.

And oh, god, he was GOOD at it. He found my clit easily, and knew just how much pressure to apply to keep it tingly but not overdo it. Eventually he was flicking two fingers, one on each side of my clit, faster and faster, and sucking my left nipple, and I came *hard*.

As my orgasm subsided, I started to sit up, but he pushed me back down… he wasn’t finished with me yet. He gently pushed his middle finger inside me, worked it back and forth a little, then pulled out and put in two fingers. He found my g-spot and started rubbing. He wasn’t working my nipples any more — he just sat up a bit and watched my face as I reacted to what he was doing, which was itself a huge turn on.

I normally take longer to cum from g-spot stimulation, but I was still quite worked up from before, and he started working my clit with his thumb at the same time. When I told him I was close, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, hard and deep, as I shuddered and came.

He let me sit up this time, and I just sat at the edge of the bed next to him for a minute to catch my breath. Then I stood in front of him, said only “Your turn” and pulled him up to standing, too. I kissed his nipples as I nervously undid his belt and pants, dropping them to the floor.

I think I must have audibly gasped when I saw his cock. It wasn’t the size; that was good, but not the largest I’d ever seen. It was just so *beautiful* to me in that moment. Now, contrary to what a lot of guys seem to think, even straight, sex-positive women don’t want to see your cocks all the time! But in that moment, still very turned on, in a hotel room with a man I hardly knew, it was perfect. The shape, the color and curls of hair at the base, the fact that it was only semi-erect when I first saw it (it hadn’t been stimulated in a while!) but was rapidly growing just from me looking at it and bringing my hands near… oh god, I needed it.

I pulled the robe to the floor and dropped to my knees on it, and I could smell him. The smell and the look were just *different* from the one I’m used to, and I’m ashamed to say it, but that turned me on even more. I stroked it very gently with my hand at first, while I just admired it. I looked up at him and smiled, and he looked back with a look of intense lust. I felt sexy, slutty, wanton.

I stroked him gently with my hand for a while, and gave it a few soft kisses, before I finally took it in my mouth. I was in full cock worship mode. I can’t really deep throat, but I licked it, kissed it, sucked on the tip. Finally I put both hands on his ass to pull him closer and took as much of it as I could, sliding my lips up and down and flicking my tongue over the tip. I could tell it was driving him wild. He grunted that he wouldn’t be able to last long like that, and put his hands on me as if to lift me up, but I brushed them away and just started sucking more intently. Finally he said that he was going to cum. I wrapped my lips around the base of the head and just milked him as hard as I could.

It was when he started to cum that it finally hit me, the terrible, slutty, disloyal thing that I was doing. I was still excited, but also had this tremendous wave of guilt. I don’t know why I didn’t have that reaction from the kissing, or the fingering, or my own orgasm, or just having this stranger’s cock in my mouth. Maybe it was just the high of my orgasms wearing off. But it happened only as he came in my mouth. I dutifully kept milking as I tasted his warm cum — which was still exciting, but also made me feel like such a dirty slut, and a terrible wife. And he gave a good five or six slow spurts, so I was feeling that for a while.

After I had milked him clean, I stood up, now feeling totally naked and stupid. I picked up the robe and put it back on, wrapping it very tightly. My face must have been bright red. He kind of collapsed on the bed, his pants and underwear still around his ankles, and just kept saying “that was incredible.” After a moment, he looked and realized how ashamed I was, and asked if I was ok. I told him yes, but he should probably go. I had assumed, fifteen minutes earlier, that I’d be fucking his brains out all night, but that was not to be. He looked surprised and disappointed, but did as I asked.

After he left, I saw more texts from my husband (obviously making me feel yet more guilty), answered them, washed up, and climbed into bed. I didn’t see Mark again.

But after all that, though I still feel ashamed, I’m also still excited. And I can’t promise I wouldn’t do it again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a0bqgp/my_first_indiscretion_fm_cheating