It had been a week since the cruise with my husband. The experience was something I couldn’t shake. I had come so close to fully cheating on that trip, but after all the groping and in one case, blowing a stranger, I resisted actually having sex.
And I regretted it. Kind of. It was complicated.
I kept thinking about it. The hands on my body. Seeing a cock that wasn’t my husbands. How it felt in my mouth and how sexy it made me feel. How good I felt.
I sat in my hotel room in Austin and replayed it over and over again in my head. It had been a long day of work on the road…but I needed to clear my head.
Stripping out of my work clothes I jumped into the shower and let the hot water wash over me. I looked down at my body and my bush. The bush was a newer development, something I had stopped shaving after getting married.
I reached for my razor and started to shave. I shaved until I was completely bald. Admiring my work in the mirror, a giggle escaped my mouth. I hadn’t been completely bald down there since my early twenties. Not a hair in sight.
I slipped into a black and white dress and went down to the hotel bar. Two glasses of wine later, I was texting with my husband, feeling better and ready to go to bed, as a tall black guy settled into the seat next to me. He ordered a water.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him notice I was there, his eyes confidently locking on my legs. I felt a shiver run through my body as I uncrossed and crossed them. He was wearing a well tailored suit which just added to the whole sexy look.
“Excuse me, miss.” He said. He introduced himself. He was at the hotel for a job interview that just ended. We ended up talking for awhile at the bar. He was charming and funny, if a little immature.
Finally, after about 10 minutes he told me had to run. There was a party he had to get too. He stood to leave, we shook hands, then he held my hand.
“Would you like to come to the party? It’ll be a lot of people, but should be fun.”
I don’t know why…but I said yes. I had to go to work the next morning but I figured I could just go for a bit and then come back. I told him not to murder me and he jokingly promised not to.
The guy, Xavier, had a black SUV with a driver out front. Damn. This guy was hot.
I climbed into the SUV.
“Okay…what do you do for work?” I asked him.
“For work?” He said, as he climbed in next to me. “I don’t work.”
The car took off.
“Why are you at the hotel then?” I asked.
“Oh, I play football. I was here for an interview with a scout.” He said.
“Isn’t football work?” I asked.
“Well, I don’t get paid for it. Not yet anyways.” He replied.
My mind was racing.
“And this car?”
“They sent it to pick me up.” He replied.
Oh god.
“Are you in college?” I asked.
“I am! Junior.”
I realized what was happening. He had been at the hotel to meet an NFL scout. Hence the suit. Hence the driver. Hence this man actually being a 20 year old college student.
I was in the car with a college student.
A few minutes later we pulled up to the party. It was a full on frat party. People spilled into the streets.
I turned to tell him I needed to go back to the hotel. He reached over, put his hand on my face, and kissed me deeply.
Pulling back he looked at my shocked face.
“Let me introduce you to some people.”
On autopilot, I climbed out of the SUV. He walked around, slid a hand around my waist and walked me into the party, past tons of drunk college students.
I was handed a drink and entered a world I hadn’t been in for a decade. Loud music, drunk people, the noise, the public debauchery that was a college frat party. Xavier walked around like a celebrity, shaking hands and generally being very “cool”. Every fiber in me screamed that I should leave.
The whole time he treated me like royalty, introducing me as his friend to everyone. Why was he friends with a 30 year old businesswoman? No one seemed shocked. I decided to lean into it all.
A few shots later, we were on the dance floor. Xavier’s hands were around my waist, my booty against his body. Surrounded by people and booze and sweat, I realized I was fully drunk.
Xavier’s hands ran up my body, coming around to my v neck on the dress, and slipping inside. I closed my eyes and gasped as he started to play with my tits on the packed dance floor. He was so tall. And so cute.
He hands retreated from my top and slipped back down to my thighs. His fingers trailed up my dress. I felt him pause as he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. Then his fingers found my pussy.
It was electric.
I was slowly slipping into a euphoric state as he entered me with a finger.
“Wow…” he whispered in my ear. I loved that my pussy made him say that. It made me feel sexy.
Cheering snapped my eyes open as I realized the people around us were staring at me. Specifically my lower half. I looked down to see Xavier had pulled my dress up so I was completely exposed. I shrieked and pulled my dress down.
They just cheered more. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Let’s go somewhere private.” I heard the words come out of mouth but they sounded like they were from a different person. Regardless, he took my hand and started walking me through the crowd. We went up the stairs and into the first bedroom.
Part two to come…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10idm7k/f_i_cheated_on_my_husband_at_a_frat_party
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