This happened many years ago. I was a 23 year old married construction worker assigned to a project out of town. Our crew only went home on weekends. After work we usually went to a local bar, and one night my friend Josh and I found two older women there. We got to talking and learned that they were friends on vacation. I later discovered that they would take a trip every year to get away from their husbands and try to find some willing young guys to have fun with. They were both in their early forties.
As the night went on and we had more drinks, I found myself very attracted to Annette. She was petite, gorgeous, and utterly sexy, and I could tell that she was into me too. We danced several times, and there was plenty of fire between us. At one point, sitting at a table between dances, she pointed to my ring and frowned. I explained that I was happily married and just enjoying the evening. She responded that she was having fun too and would respect that.
At closing time Annette invited Josh and I back to her and her friend’s condo. I declined until she told me that there would be a lot of people there, and a lot of champagne. Not one to turn down free drinks, I accepted. She was true to her word, there were probably 30 people there, the music was loud, and the champagne was flowing. My friend and I really enjoyed mingling with a lot of rich older people. We drank too much champagne. Suddenly, In a moment of clarity, I looked around and realized that everyone else had left and it was just the four of us there. The fireplace was turned down low and the music was soft jazz. I was pretty drunk and a little uncomfortable. Annette was sitting on the couch next to me, talking about her life.
Josh got up and excused himself, saying he had to go to the restroom. Annette’s friend followed him down the hall, leaving the two of us alone. Annette moved over, straddled me, sat in my lap, and began kissing me. At some point she had changed into pajama bottoms and a tiny top with no bra. I could feel that she wasn’t wearing panties and I could see her hard nipples poking through her shirt. She was urgent and irresistibly sexual. I wanted her so bad I thought I might come in my pants. I’ve rarely been so turned on by a woman. I’m sure there was a deep chemical attraction between us. I kissed her back, passionately. With my hands on her hips I pulled her down on to me, feeling her pussy press into my throbbing cock through our pants.
Suddenly I stopped. I couldn’t do this. I held her arms at her side, looked her in the eye and told her so. I watched her face go through a range of emotions, from angry to accepting. With one last kiss, she climbed off and sat next to me. At that moment Josh came running out of the hall with his shirt untucked and halfway unbuttoned, his hair a mess. He exclaimed, ” I can’t hang, bro, I’ve got to split! Are you cool?” He was married too, and was barely able to escape Annette’s friend. I told him I was fine and he ran out the door.
Annette promised she would be good and asked me if I would stay. I did, and we talked until the sun came up. She was an absolutely beautiful person, and commended me for being such a good man. Later that year I received an anonymous Christmas card from her, and to this day it remains one of my sweetest gifts. I will never forget that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ruba5e/mf_the_night_i_almost_cheated
You stopped yourself before you had sex, but you DID make out with her. That’s not “almost” cheating; that’s cheating.