My gal and I have been together for several years. In that time, I have never cheated. While I will fantasize from time to time about other women – particularly past GFs – I am faithful to my gal and am very happy about it.
That said, I have been sorely, sorely tempted, and on one occasion I went to the brink and nearly hurtled over before pulling back. It’s an interesting story, and, frankly, a very sexy one … and while I didn’t cheat I can’t say I was covered in glory as a result of it. But it makes for an interesting tale, and I am happy to tell it here.
My job requires a lot of travel. Some might consider that glamorous, I consider it monotonous. I never have enough time in any locale to enjoy it or to explore, and I find travel to be enough of an exhausting grind that I rarely want to do anything too crazy. And by doing anything crazy, that’s usually nothing more than going to a baseball game solo or to a bar or club to have a few drinks while listening to music.
More often than not, I fail to venture out when I am traveling, other than to a client’s office or to the airport. My routine often takes me no further than the hotel bar, where I will eat dinner while reading the papers and having some drinks. I can camp at a Hyatt or Marriott bar with the best of them, watching SportsCenter or whatever game is on until last call. From time to time I browse reddit and even the GW stories while drinking away my boredom.
I have spent countless nights like that. It’s pleasant enough. Allows me for a call or text with my gal to say goodnight. And I wander off to bed with no chance of getting into any more trouble than having a slight hangover the next day.
Except the time I was in Kansas City, about three years ago.
In many ways it was like any other trip – fly in the night before, chill at the hotel, and go to my meetings in the AM before flying back the next day. In this case I got to the hotel about 5:30 or so, checked in, went to work out, showered and then headed downstairs for dinner.
Admittedly it was during a rough patch for my GF and me. The meds she was taking had come close to killing her interest in sex, which was, obviously, extremely frustrating to me. To say that I was pent up and antsy and on edge and a bit resentful was, to say the least, certainly the case for me at this time.
But as I said, in more ways than not this night was like all the others in Sacramento and Albany and Atlanta and a host of other places. I settled in at the bar with a stack of newspapers and ordered a number of drinks and had dinner.
When I had been there for, oh, an hour and a half or so, minding my own, I did notice a very attractive older woman sitting by herself at a table near the bar. Very well put together. Kind of exuded a smoldering sexuality. She was kind of a cross between Sela Ward, Dixie Carter (back in the day), and Suzanne Pleshette. I’d say she was probably mid-50s. Just a helluva woman. Carried herself so very well. I particularly noticed her when she walked by to go to the restroom. I assume she noticed me noticing her.
As for me, at the time I was about 40. I stay in decent shape, and am a good-looking enough guy. I get chatted up and flirted with regularly, not that it has ever meant anything. As I said, I have never looked for the opportunity to play while on the road, though I certainly could have.
Anyway, as the evening wore on, the sultry mystery woman continued to sit at her table, observing the passing scene, and sipping cocktails. She got up once more to go to the powder room, or wherever around the corner, but as she passed by she gently tossed a cocktail napkin my way with a message. By the time I picked it up and examined it she had disappeared.
The note read something to the effect of, “I keep giving you the eye, but you don’t want to talk with me. Or do you? Send me a text.” And there was her phone number.
Intrigued, I sent her a message that read, “Who said I wouldn’t want to talk to you?”
Moments later she returned and instead of going back to her table to sat down at the bar next to me. She introduced herself as Julia, and, frankly, we just fell into a fantastic conversation. We had several more drinks, commiserating about life on the road. She was in town to help a college friend who was going through a bad divorce. She was relaxing at the bar after a fairly rough day being a great friend.
Then we commiserated about more personal matters – that is, having partners who didn’t appreciate the sacrifices we were making, and didn’t show that appreciation in the bedroom. Without question, the conversation was aided by alcohol. It was also aided by the frustration the two of us were experiencing in our personal lives.
She talked about how she couldn’t believe my gal displayed no interest in sex, and how unfair that was to me. She related her story of woe about a husband more interested in golf and his cars than in ravishing her. I told her how I was coming to resent the fact I had always been faithful to a woman who was giving me the cold shoulder far too often. She told me that she was frustrated by having to resort to the vibrator more and more. We both had a lot to bitch about.
She sat close, and I certainly leaned in. The conversation was intimate yet relaxed. She laughed at my jokes, we completed each other’s sentences. We were interested in many of the same things – music, art, museums we had both visited, etc. Her hand would brush my thigh from time to time, and sometimes linger. My fingers landed occasionally on her knee, as she sat like a lady with her legs crossed. Her proper if relatively short dress not only hugged her smoking body, it revealed a fantastic set of legs.
Needless to say we got along very well. There was chemistry and mutual attraction. I was tempted in some very serious ways. This woman was seemingly offering something I certainly wasn’t getting – but felt I deserved – at home.
As the bar approached last call, she excused herself for a moment, and I settled up. I was thinking about how much I hated the idea of having to say goodbye, but, there was a lot to be said for fidelity.
What Julia did next turned me upside down and made me forget that notion pretty quickly.
She came back and leaned in to whisper something. What she told me was that that the reason she had excused herself was because she had been getting wetter and wetter sitting so close to me. She followed that by saying she went into the restroom to get some privacy and because she really, really wanted to taste herself … then she pulled me in and gave me an amazing kiss. Then she looked me straight in the eyes and asked, “So, how do I taste to you?”
Hot damn. To say my cock was instantly at attention would understate the case. That was among the hottest moments I have ever experienced. Until it was surpassed by the next one, when she whispered, “Take me upstairs and fuck me, will you?”
We stumbled onto the elevator and were all over each other …. the deepest, most sensual, most erotic kisses. My head was spinning. Time stood still. She felt otherworldly in my arms. My hands explored her entire body, concentrating on a fantastic ass. Rarely have I been as consumed with lust as I was riding up that elevator. My cock was in pain it was straining so hard. More than anything else in the world I needed to be buried inside this insanely sexy woman.
Honestly, I almost tore her clothes off right there in the elevator … and as we made our way down the hall to my room. And it was one of the great feelings of relief when we finally got in. I remember a particularly long, deep kiss, just inside the door, with my hands all over her body. And as we kissed she kind of turned around – our lips and tongues never losing contact – until she was kissing me over the shoulder, my hands cupping her breasts, and my cock was pressing deeply against her ass, which she slowly grinded on me.
We only broke these embraces to discard our clothes. In no time I was just in my boxer shorts, and she was wearing the sexiest bra and panties. She was absolutely stacked. We resumed our embrace, and she kissed me all over – my lips, my cheek, my neck, my chest … and worked her way down to my cock, which was poking straight out of the hole in my boxers.
She kissed it and began to suck it and – damn – I don’t even know what she was doing. It felt amazing. Then she leaned back and started to tug them down so she could more fully take my cock. In just a moment I was completely naked, with this gorgeous woman kneeling in from of me, worshipping my cock. My legs were splayed apart, my hands were in her hair as her head bobbed up and down on me … she only stopped to give me reports on how wet she was. It was, in a word, incredible.
And then conscience hit. I thought about my gal. I thought about the efforts I had made over several years to be faithful. I thought about how important that was to me. And I hated it. Because I don’t think I have ever wanted to fuck a woman as much as I wanted to fuck Julia right there and then. And I could have. No one would ever have known. What would be the harm?
I told her to stop. I am sure she just thought I was going to tell her to lie down on the bed, so I could dive into her sopping pussy, or so that I could slide my cock inside her inviting slit.
But actually I told her I couldn’t go through with it.
It wasn’t her, I told her. I mean, hell, my erection was clear evidence how much I wanted and desired this woman. I told her it was about the hardest thing I had ever done in my life to stand there and say I couldn’t.
She was surprised … and at the same time she wasn’t. We had discussed this somewhat downstairs. But she was also hot as fuck and horny as fuck. She gave me the sexiest look I had ever received, a way of asking, “You sure?”
She said something to the effect of, “Well, isn’t that a shame?” as she stood up. Almost literally with my cock in my hand, I took in the full measure of this gorgeous creature as she stood in front of me. Her tits, her hips, her legs – so delicious. She said, “But what about me?” And as she did that she unclasped her bra, and then a moment later she shimmied out of her panties … she reached down to her pussy, stroked herself, and once more brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted herself. Her eyes were locked with mine. She told me I had no idea what I was missing.
I told her I most certainly did … and was hating my decision but it was the right thing to do. Oh, did I hate it.
Never once did she break eye contact with me. She reached back down between her legs and resumed stroking herself, fingering herself. Her other hand was caressing one of her breasts.
Continuing staring straight at me, she took a few steps backward and sat down on the divan in the room. Still looking in my eyes, she spread her legs to give me the sweetest sight, staring straight into a truly beautiful pussy. As she laid back she continued to stroke herself. Her pussy was glistening, and the cliché about my mouth watering was entirely confirmed. It was agonizing, but she made it clear she was going to make herself cum in the attempt to get me to fuck her.
And I wanted to. Damn, I have not ever wanted anything so much.
And so I resisted on that front.
But I am not a Boy Scout. I was not entirely innocent. As she played with herself, as she fingered and probed and caressed, occasionally lifting her fingers to her lips to taste herself, I was doing the same thing. Just a few feet from her, I stood there, my cock erect, lubricated by her mouth and by the precum that dribbled up. I stroked myself to the rhythms of her fucking herself with her fingers. She bucked her hips, lifted her ass, and I stroked my cock along with her.
She was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and it was evident that I was getting her off as well. We were like that for who-knows-how-long. Stroking … stroking … and oh how I wanted to fuck her.
Slowly, imperceptibly, I stepped closer to her. Where at one point I had been seven or eight feet from her as she reclined on the divan, now I was five, or four, or three … next thing I knew I was standing next to her, stroking my cock with long, slow strokes. My member was practically next to her face. I could have had her open her lips to take me … or I could have lined up to slide my cock inside her … but I didn’t.
And as she began to build closer to an orgasm, I did as well. It started to overtake her well before the tsunami hit. It was mind-blowing – the moans, the frantic breaths, the sighs, building up to what would surely be a tremendous crescendo. It certainly would be for me, there was no doubt about that.
She was looking right into my eyes and said, “I want you to cum on me.”
And I did. As she started to writhe and moan and cum, the waves of bliss washing over her, I could hold back no longer. I shot loads upon loads of cum on her – on her chest, on her stomach … coated her. And she moaned as I did, the feeling of every drop of my cum on her skin clearly electrifying her.
I stood there, my cock still gripped in my hand. She lay there, one hand still buried in her pussy, the other beginning to rub my cum into her tits. It was beyond the sexiest thing … and then she lifted her head slightly and once more took my cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked and took every last ounce of my cum that she could, saying, “I might as well get this – I got all the rest of it.”
Holy shit.
I slumped on to the bed a moment later, and watched her as she worked herself up again. She rubbed my cum all over her tits, over her stomach, and used it on her pussy, mixing my cum wither her wetness. She came in the most intense fashion I had ever seen … pure sex, pure lust, pure fuck. I could have fucked her right there – I was still pretty hard – but just stood and watched. Amazing.
She stared directly in my eyes and said nothing more than a purr.
After more than a few minutes, she said, “Darling, we need to clean up, I suppose.” And she got up – so, so sexy – and led me into the shower. She turned it on hot, and while we waited for it to heat up, she pressed her body to mine and we just caressed and enjoyed the feeling of each other. A few moments later we stepped in to rinse off.
That was not the end of things … we were in that shower for, I don’t know, 45 minutes. It was crazy intimate and slow and sensual. She lathered and slowly stroked my cock … I lathered her tits in soap and explored her entire fantastic body… and with her hands she jerked me off until I came again. I returned the favor. She turned her back to me, our bodies pressed together, and I reached down and stroked her throbbing pussy as the water poured down on us. I massaged her clit, and she fucked against my fingers until she came wildly and was just a puddle in my arms.
Unfuckingbelievable.
So there you have it. She left shortly thereafter. We exchanged a really amazing kiss before she went. She told me to please stay in touch with her, and if I ever reconsidered, broke up, etc … she would be more than happy to get together. She lives in Denver , and said she would think nothing of coming to see me in Dallas or wherever I chose.
I think about that evening all the time. I am not proud of the weakness I displayed. But, in a perverse way, I am proud that I resisted and didn’t fuck this true goddess. I wanted to. Oh did I want to.
I have never told my gal this story, clearly. I doubt she would think that I displayed the best judgment, or was a pillar or rectitude. Obviously, she would be upset … I have no doubt I’d be upset if the tables were turned.
So that’s my story. Take it for what it is – a tale of temptation, faltering, trying to do the right thing, probably not doing it well enough. But it is what it is.
I have kept in touch with Julia from time to time, but have not seen her again. Who knows what the future holds, but for now I am trying to stay as faithful to my gal as I can. FWIW (not much, many of you are probably saying) this is the only real close call I have ever had.