My Wi[F]e cheated on me while away for work and it opened up a door to an amazing sex life

I’ve had a few people asking for this story now so I figured it’s time to share.  I’ve tried to get my wife to, but she doesn’t seem that interested in sharing our stories with others so she’s left it to me, so bear with me!  I’ll do my best to lay out what happened through the various conversations and q&a sessions I’ve had with her since that fateful night. 

So a little backstory, we got married almost 8 years ago.  Neither one of us had very many partners leading up to meeting each other, so we both kind of discovered sex with each other, or at least established each other’s high water mark for sexual enjoyment and experience.  She’s my dream girl in every way physically.  Blonde, pretty, small perky breasts with a big butt and thick thighs. 

Somewhere fairly early on, I found my mind starting to wander into new territory.  I’ve always used porn to fill in the times between sex, and my overall infatuation with her kind of migrated into my porn habits, as in leaning towards content with women who look like her.  Naturally, most of the men in this content do not look like me.  Over time, I started imagining her with these men.  I’m sure you can see where this is going. 

About 2 years in, laying in bed one night, she could tell something was on my mind.  Though I had never planned on opening up to her about these thoughts, for some reason, I did.  I don’t know how I expected her to react, but she was obviously surprised and a bit put off.  It was a while before it was ever brought up again, but after explaining myself to her and that it wasn’t about wanting to open our relationship or swing, and that I just fantasized about her and other men, she seemed to be put at ease (though fully acknowledging it would never happen).

So for the first few years, it was a fantasy we sometimes brought up in bed.  She was very shy to talk about it at first, but gradually she got more and more into it.  She’d let me take the lead at first, telling her what I imagined her doing, which was hot hearing her breathing and feeling her body respond to the things I’d say.  Slowly, she’d start opening up with possibilities and things that she could picture herself doing. It definitely added some spice to sex even it was total fantasy!  What also came along with it was a noticable increase in her self confidence, and willingness to show off a bit in public.  Tighter fitting clothes, skimpy bikinis, etc.  Things she NEVER would have worn before.  For example…she would previously always avoid attention from other men, and shy away from it if she got it.  But I think the 3rd summer after telling her, she got a bikini that her ass cheeks hung right out of.  Like not a thong, but damn close!  We were on the beach, and this very attractive, well built guy was obviously checking her out.  We didn’t acknowledge it or talk to each other about it, but I noticed the way she walked totally changed once she had noticed.  Like each step she was focused on moving her ass as sexy as possible.  And she made sure to walk right in front of him every time she went into the water.  

So 3 years ago, she took a new position at work that had her travelling a bit.  Not often, maybe 3 times a year for a couple nights at a time.  But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t get my mind going a bit.  I did bring it up a couple times during our sexy talk sessions, thoughts I had of her being alone in a hotel room with someone, but it’s something she never seemed to really entertain, even as a fantasy. So I just kept it for myself to imagine in my own time.

It was her 3rd trip.  Two nights away.  Nothing different leading up to it than the previous two.  Her evenings had always consisted of having dinner and a glass of wine herself in the hotel lounge, then watching tv in her room. The first night, that’s what she did.  She texted me around 10:30 that she was tired and would forego our phone call because she wanted to get a good night’s sleep, which was perfectly fine.  The next evening, I was expecting to get a catch up phone call.  I had been especially worked up all day, as I usually get after her being away a couple nights.  I wanted to run by my fantasies with her on the phone that night.  Maybe even explore new territory and get each other off with some phone sex.  However, the time passed, no texts, no calls.  Finally at 11:30, I texted asking what’s up.  No reply.  Then midnight, I got a reply apologizing, saying she’d fallen asleep and just woke up to see my text, and that she’d see me the following day. 

Something didn’t feel right…but my head was already in that place from imagining her doing naughty things all day.  I was worked up, but now I was also paranoid…anxious, wondering if my concerns were grounded in reality.  It was weird, it was like I was stuck between being turned on and sick.  But finally, I accepted that she probably had just fallen asleep and went to bed.

She came home the following evening.  I could now admit to myself that something was off.  She had been short to reply to my texts all day.  She expressed no excitement to see me.  Something seemed genuinely wrong.  When she came through the door, she looked almost expressionless.  She smiled at me, but I could tell it was forced.  My heart was racing at this point.  I have her a minute to get settled, but her silence was too much so I started to probe, asking her what’s wrong, if something had happened.

She couldn’t answer me, so I knew it was something but that she didn’t know how to tell me. It was probably an hour of sitting with her, running her back, comforting her, trying to get her comfortable enough to find the words.  Finally, she put her hand on my knee, looked me in the eye and said

“I did something horrible.”

There’s no mistaking what that means, and there was no need to ask her what the mistake was.  This wasn’t fantasy anymore, and was by far the most sobering moment of my life. My first question was “With who” knowing she travels alone.

“The bartender”. She replied after a long sigh and a pause. Not what I expected.  The next was the “what”, wondering if maybe they just had a moment and kissed.  But she answered that he had spent the night in her room. I didn’t need to ask her why, because I already knew.  I had planted the seed.  I didn’t tell her to do it, but I knew it wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t express my desire for it.  In that moment, I knew I needed time to digest what she had just told me.  This wasn’t a fantasy version of my wife anymore…it was my wife.  We sat there in silence.  I looked at her, her thighs in her tight leggings, knowing she had been naked less than 24 hours before with another man.  She had been his. 

Once the initial shock of it faded away, I was finally the first one to speak, and started asking for more details…not so much in a sexual way, but to understand.  He caught her eye that first evening, and served her dinner and wine since it’s a smaller quieter lounge and don’t staff a waitress after the busy supper hour.  He was charming, dark, handsome, bigger and very well built.  The second evening, she went and sat at the bar rather than a table just because it made more sense for him to serve her there.  She did admit that her attraction to him had a lot to do with it as well, and the excitement of being alone in another city, flirting with an attractive man.  Her usual one glass of wine turned into 4, and casual conversation turned into flirting.  Then, at 11:00, she said she decided it was time to go back to the room, but he unexpectedly suggested he could close up since it was dead and give her some company.  She insisted in that moment that she has no idea why, and that she hates when people use the excuse of “getting caught up in the moment” but that she genuinely doesn’t know why she said yes, but she did. All I could think of was how I texted her a half hour after that…so her reply came when he was in the room with her. 

That’s all I needed to hear that evening, but I’ve pieced together the rest of the night from conversations with her afterward.  She said the elevator ride up took forever, along with the walk down the hall to her room.  She felt like a criminal, but once they were in her room and she heard the door click, it was like she was in a safe space and the immediately put their arms around each other and started kissing.  It was intense, electric, heated.  She felt tiny in his arms. His hands felt strong and powerful squeezing her ass. (She always talks about how sexy it made her feel that he loved her ass so much).  It was like a form of intoxication. She was in the moment, but removed from it in a way.  The silence of the hotel room was deafening, so she could hear the thoughts in her head, telling herself it was wrong, but her body was on autopilot.  Things were unfolding faster than she could process them.  She knew she needed to stop, but her dress was pulled down and he was kissing her neck.  She told herself she’d let him do it a little longer then quit, but her hands were untucking his shirt at the same time. 

When she saw his muscular chest, and hard abs, her defenses weakened even more.  He was a good 8 inches taller than her, so she was at the perfect height to kiss his pecs.  She took in his body in every way she could, dragging her fingertips over it, kissing it, breathing on it, his chest and upper abs.  She was going to give herself that, then quit, but in the meantime, he was undoing his pants.  When he dropped them, her first dose of reality hit her.  Genuine confusion, and admittedly a bit of awe in the moment.

He was wearing saxx.  The way she described it, in the moment, was that she couldn’t really make sense of what she was seeing, the bulge out of the front of them seemingly straining the fabric.  She didn’t realize she was staring until he chuckled and asked if she liked what she saw.  She had no idea how to answer, but just looked up at him… probably a bit “stunned” as she described it.  She was waiting for the explanation or punchline from him that he keeps a spare pair of socks in there or something because that’s not how things are supposed to look down there.  But her curiosity dictated that she rub it with her hand, and feeling his warmth made her realize that it was for real. 

She to this day says she doesn’t know why she dropped to her knees, that she was still telling herself she couldn’t go further, and doesn’t know if it was lust or just genuine curiosity to see it that drove her down, but she was face to face with it now.  She looked over and realized they were standing in front of the full length mirror.  She felt a brief moment of shame seeing herself like that, but then was overcome by the sexiness of the image.  She turned back to him and kissed it through the stretched fabric of his underwear…mouthing it, breathing his scent.  She knew she wasn’t standing back up.  She forgave herself in that moment, knowing there was no going back, and reached out to slowly lower them, revealing what she could only describe as the biggest, thickest, heaviest cock she had never before imagined. 

Autopilot took over again and she had her mouth all over him, kissing, sucking, stroking, worshiping, gagging. She’d glance over at herself in the mirror, see the way she looked kneeling in front of him, his broad muscular frame, the way her complexion contrasted his, how little of his big beautiful dick was actually making it into her mouth… And it all just supercharged her need to please him.  She loved the way she looked.  She loved the way it made her feel. It didn’t feel wrong in that moment…she felt like she was exactly where she needed to be.  She struggled with his thickness but was immediately reassured by the look he gave her when she looked up at him, and the sounds he was making.  She could taste him precumming. She was committed to nothing else in the world in that moment.

Her second dose of reality hit when she heard the elevator ding and someone get off of it across the hall.  It was enough to remind her where she was…in a hotel, kneeling in front of a stranger, sucking his cock.  She said the guilt hit her again, but it wasn’t enough to make her stop.  Neither were his warnings…both verbal and his moans, or that final throb of his dick in her mouth, that one last signal of what was coming.  But she was committed, there was no stopping, and she kept her lips on him, sucking as he exploded in her mouth.  She said it felt like time slowed down a bit, like it lasted minutes, as she gently sucked and stroked him till she knew he was done and swallowed him.

This next bit took me a while to come to terms with, and I admittedly struggle with it at times…but am insanely turned on by it at others.  If anyone was following the timeline, they closed the bar at 11:00, and I texted her at 11:30 wondering what she was up to.  It took me a few months to finally ask her if she heard or read my text.  She did.  It went off in her purse, while she was kneeling in front of him, dressed pulled down below her tits, sucking and licking the remnants of cum off his dick. She didn’t reply…and maybe sensing that his evening could be detailed by the text, he quickly got her attention by lifting her back to her feet and proceeding to kiss every erogenous zone he could get his lips on from her ear, down her neck, further melting her as he went.

Her body was mush by this point.  It responded to every leading action he gave it.  She was on the bed, dressed pulled off, face down, with his face buried between her cheeks.  She said his tongue was like a sexual organ… exploring every nook and cranny it could find. She it surprised her how she invited it, letting him tongue and lick her ass, something that would have previously put her off.  But the way he wanted ot and worshipped it made it feel so much more erotic than she ever imagined it could.  He flipped her over, and slowly pulled her thong down.  Her legs instinctively spread for him…no reluctance.  A woman who had previously been self conscious in a bikini, laying completely naked, legs spread, in front of a stranger.  He moved in with his tongue, exploring her clit and now very wet pussy.   She could tell he loved the taste of her and couldn’t get enough of it.  He could read her responses, like he knew what she wanted, what she needed, more than she even did. 

By this point, she was so lost in the moment that she was on full autopilot.  In her words, she never understood the excuse cheaters use of “it just happened” until that moment.  There was little to no thinking about what she was doing, or right/wrongs, consequences.  Fleeting thoughts maybe, but quickly dispersed by the heat of the moment.  Her main thoughts were of what was coming, and how it was going to work.  Any time he would sit up to move her or adjust, she’d catch a glimpse of the massive dick swinging around between his legs…hard again, hanging and moving side to side with a seemingly destructive weight to it.  She wanted it, but questioned her own body’s abilities.  She kept going back to that thought, right up until the point that he shifted up between her legs.

She’s had difficulty explaining what it felt like in that moment.  Every feeling, from knowing how wrong it was, to knowing how bad she wanted it, to being afraid of how it would feel, if it would hurt, etc etc etc.  You always think that in moments like that, you’ll have time to think.  To weigh your options, pros/cons, etc.  But the reality is that events keep unfolding at a constant speed.  There’s no pause button… And she barely had time to take inventory of her feelings before he slowly started sliding inside of her.  Then it was simple…his dick was inside of her, she wanted it there, and he was going to fuck her.  And he did.  He knew exactly how, and what to do.  He gently fucked her, giving her time to relax, get used to his size, before showing her what sex could feel like. 

Of all the vivid moments she remembers, one of the most vivid is looking up at the ceiling, realizing that his balls were resting against her ass with each pump and that it was all the way in, that she was going to cum on this strangers dick.  It was a moment of perfect clarity…and then she remembered that she had to text me back, which she did, before bending over and letting him fuck her from behind.  They fucked for 2 hours, she figures enough for her to cum 5 times, before he blew in her mouth and they passed out.  In the morning, they woke up, she was stone sober, faced with the reality of everything that had happened, and she chose to shower with him and fuck him again.

I understand some may read this and wonder how I can look at this positively, but I’m honestly glad and very turned on that she was faced with an opportunity that turned her on SO MUCH, that she was willing to put all else aside to partake in pure bliss.  I know this is absolutely not for everyone, but it’s opened up a sex life for us that I wouldn’t trade for anything!

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