Cheated while my wife was in the next room [MF]

Ok, so before I begin I just want to start by saying cheating is bad. This took place almost 10 years ago and was the last time it happened.

My wife and I lived in the same apartment complex with my coworker and her husband. They were a few years older than us but we were all relatively young (mid 20s and early 30s). We’ll call my coworker Sarah. She wasn’t really my type at all, but she was hilarious and was “one of the guys”, always making inappropriate jokes at the best times, just all around a fun person to hang out with. She was Asian, about my height, not super thin but not fat… my wife and “type” is shorter, thin, etc. Her husband, John, was quiet and reserved. I knew him but didn’t know him well. My wife, Julie, wasn’t a big partier when she was younger and didn’t have much experience going out to bars or really drinking in general.

One Saturday night we all go out to a bar, John is the DD. We all would go out a couple times a month, but this time was specifically for her going away celebration. They were moving across the country the following week. We started drinking at dinner so by the time we arrived to the bar we were all decently buzzed already, minus John. A couple other friends are there and we all start hanging out, drinks are flowing, dancing, laughing, having a great time. We shut the bar down and John drove us and a couple other friends back to the apartments where the plan was to continue drinking and hanging out.

By about 4am everyone was pretty hammered. Sarah was giving my wife a lap dance (as drunk girls do), and I could feel my dick start growing. I couldn’t tell from the angle I was at, but I was pretty sure there was some sneaky making out going on. In my drunken lack of empathy for John, who had gone to bed already probably tired of dealing with our drunk shenanigans, my mind was set on one thing: having a threesome with my modest wife Julie and wild coworker Sarah.

Unfortunately that didn’t seem to be in the cards as it was becoming clear my wife had drank too much and wasn’t going to be up for anything other than sitting in a chair while Sarah grinded on her.

I announce that we are going to head back to our apartment. At this point everyone had gone to sleep except me, Sarah, Julie, and one of the friends that was at the bar (also a coworker).

Sarah offers to help me get my wife back home, and the friend comes with us as we half walk, half carry, my wife home. The friend stays outside my apartment, and that’s the last I saw from him. I’m not sure how long he waited for Sarah to come out, but she didn’t for a long time.

We got my wife in bed and walked out of the bedroom. I was still so turned on from watching her giving my wife a lap dance, I didn’t hesitate. As soon as the door closed I started kissing her. This could’ve been bad if I read the room wrong. of course I could have blamed it on being drunk, but I’m glad it didn’t come to that. She reciprocated and we started full on up against the wall feeling eachother up style making out. My apartment was just a 1 bedroom, so we got to the living room and she gave me a little shove to sit me down on the couch. She looked at me and in the sexiest way I’ve ever heard, whispered “so you want to fuck me?”. Of course I did.

Without waiting for the answer to the rhetorical question, she undid my belt, slid my jeans down, and took my dick in her mouth. In between licking my shaft and sucking the soul out of me, she kept reassuring me she wouldn’t tell anyone about what we were doing. I’m not packing a lot of heat, average sized on a good day… but she made me feel like a king. Almost inspecting my dick, making sure to hit every spot and telling me how much she loved it and how big it was. I didn’t care if it was a lie, no man does, say it anyway.

I was getting close to cumming, and she started really going hard. Taking my entire dick in her mouth and squeezing my balls. Soon, it was too much to bear, I quietly told her I was about to cum and with one hand she started stroking my cock and with the other she pulled down her low-cut shirt and i exploded on her chest. I can still picture her face covered in spit and the cum running down her chest disappearing behind her pulled down shirt.

I wasn’t ready to be done yet. So I moved to the floor with her and went back to making out with her as we both started removing our clothes one by one. Her tits were better than I expected. Still perky in her mid 30s with little brown nipples. As we kept exploring each other’s bodies with kissing, licking, and biting, I teased her pussy and was back to full erection and ready to go when I felt how wet she was. I kissed down her body until I got to her wet pussy. I began massaging her clit with my tongue as she tried her best to suppress her moans. After a few minutes I could feel her tensing up and legs starting to shake and doing her best to stay quiet. I could tell she is usually loud in bed. My wife never gets off when I go down on her, she needs a lot more stimulation, so it was a nice change to feel a woman’s body tremble from my tongue.

I was ready to be inside her. I needed to be inside her… but I couldn’t risk going to the bedroom and getting condoms. I figured my wife was probably out cold after the amount of alcohol, but I didn’t want to risk waking her up. I said “I don’t have any condoms on me” (duh, what married person brings condoms to a bar).. as she was pulling me into her she told me she was on the pill. Again, I didn’t hesitate.

She was tight, but very wet, so I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I put my hand over her mouth to muffle the moans as I drove my dick deep inside her, and the combination of her breath on my hand, her moans, and the taboo nature of the whole situation… I probably only lasted a couple minutes max. She could tell I was about to cum because I slowed down, trying to prolong this adventure. She whispered “please cum inside me” and that was like the password to unlock a vault. Immediately I released what seemed like everything in my body.

I was drained. It was probably 5 in the morning at this point. I laid next to her on the floor of my living room with my wife 1 door away trying to keep the guilt from flooding in. (Post nut clarity is a bitch).

The next thing I know, it’s 9 in the morning, the sun is shining through the window and I’m naked on my living room floor with a woman who is not my wife. We both freaked out and got dressed and cleaned up as quickly as we could, both hoping our spouses hadn’t been up yet. (If mine had been, I’m sure we would’ve known about it lol).

We share an awkward goodbye, and I shower and get in bed with my wife as she goes back to her husband. A few days later I’m invited to her going away lunch for work, we hadn’t talked since that night and we shared a knowing look and very few words. Neither of us talked about that night again.

I’m happy to say that was the last time I cheated on my wife. It’s a strange feeling of immense guilt but also I can’t lie and say I haven’t fantasized about that night often since then.

I never heard anything from the friend that walked with us to my apartment. I hope he didn’t wait out there too long.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sp5l5b/cheated_while_my_wife_was_in_the_next_room_mf