removing your guilt [cheating, public]

The hangover was almost as bad as the guilt you woke up with. Almost.

Your husband’s work parties were always super trashy. When you work at a consulting firm why would they not be? Just a bunch of grown men and women who worked 80 hour weeks consistently in close proximity to each other. And then when liquor was added to the mix? Well let’s just say that kid being named after the firm wasn’t a joke.

Still, who could blame them? They were young, mostly unattached. There was nothing stopping them. Just because you were married didn’t mean you wanted to stop them.

Where you ran into trouble was after they started pairing off. You and your husband were in the rapidly emptying bar, making good use of the open tab. You had a hotel room, what would the harm be? Its not like you drank much back home, at least not anymore.

But your husband left while you took a brief trip to the bathroom didn’t he? He never was great at holding his liquor. At least you could nightcap before heading back.

Or you could let one of his coworkers join you. Its just one drink, whats the harm. Or maybe several more.

Or maybe he doesn’t know you’re married, he could be too drunk to see the ring. Maybe you go with him to a less visible part of the bar and enjoy your drink there. And besides, when you finally forget that you should be doing this the table is long enough to hide my hand toying with you. No one will see how you squirm, how your hand is on mine pretending to try and take it away when really you’re pressing it in harder. No one could see the wet spot you leave until the next day. And assuming the dozen or so people don’t stop doing the same thing in their corners long enough to notice they won’t even hear you moaning my name as you cum.

Of course the next part required some privacy, they would definitely hear you spit on my cock and stroke your hand over it. I certainly noticed the ring then, but I wasn’t going to stop you. Not until I painted your tits with my cum at least.

You don’t remember getting back to the hotel; if I walked you back up, or if you just got lucky. At least you woke up first and got showered before he could notice the cum. Even if you did taste some of it and rub the rest over your aching slit.

At least it was a one time thing. Wasn’t it kitten? You didn’t even let me enter you, we definitely didn’t have the room to fuck properly. You could hold onto that last desperate shred of fidelity. And over time, the guilt would fade. You’d just file the memory away for when you’re particularly drunk and need to give your husband some help in making you cum. You had almost completely forgotten about it in a couple months.

So why then did your body react immediately the next party you saw me at? I thought you were supposed to be a good little kitty? Yet here you are, at a coworkers pool party. Your nipples already standing at attention, your slit leaking. Even as you hid in the pool it became apparent that you were still visibly aroused.

You practically sprinted over to the hot tub when your husband suggested it. Surely the hot water would help you calm down?

Not if I sat right next to you, sandwiching you in between me and your husband. I didn’t even say anything, knowing it might freak you out too much. Instead, I just took control of you like I did all those nights ago. My hand easily found its way between your thighs, making you squeeze them together in shock. But that just ground my hand into your slit harder, didn’t it?

It was all you could take not to moan. Not to beg me to stop, not to whimper and beg for me to get you off. At least with the bubbles up this high no one could see that I had worked 3 fingers deep inside you. Sure, your face was flushed red, but that happens to people with that much heat surrounding them. You had an excuse, just like you did that night.

And just like that night your hand was back on my cock, stroking it hard as I fingered you through another orgasm. Too bad I wouldn’t be able to cum, at least not in the water. That would be… unpleasant, and also extremely noticeable. But I think we both knew a way around that, didn’t we?

You got up to get a drink from inside. Nevermind that most of the selection was out here, you would just be a minute after all. And once my cock was manageable I followed. We had our drink together in the empty house before I offered to give you a tour of this strangers house.

Of course, that tour ended as soon as we found a bedroom. One with a great view of the pool if we dealt with the curtains. But before we could think of that I had thrown you onto the bed, not caring in the slightest that we were still soaking wet. I tried to tongue you again, desperate for another taste, but you wanted something different this time, didn’t you? You wanted to fuck. My rough fingering next to your husband had gotten you soaking wet, it was a wonder he never noticed. Even when I penetrated you so hard that it lifted you off the seat.

So instead we skipped all of that. Neither of us needed foreplay after what happened earlier. Even if you did tell me we shouldn’t, your legs were spread for me. Even if you told me you didn’t want to cheat, you still cried out my name as I thrusted into you the first time.

After that you were done protesting. Our mouths danced as I claimed you, fucking you hard enough to make the bed crash into the wall. If anyone was in the building they would have heard our loud, desperate coupling. And as it stood people outside were starting to hear. Still, it was a normal things at these parties. No one thought anything of it.

At least not until you told me you were close. Instead of finishing you in secret, as if what we were doing was shameful, I picked you up and had you facing the window. The curtain was easy to deal with like this. And just like that we were exposed to everyone. Your tits pressed into the glass, your moans turning into one wordless cry as an orgasm crashed into you. You could see your husband watching, but that just made it better didn’t it? You were done hiding. To the point that when I finally came inside of you you spread yourself for everyone to see. His face was priceless.

I wonder what happens next kitten? When I drop you off at your house the next day. Do you think he’ll even mention it? Or will he just go about like nothing ever happened, praying it was a one time thing?

It could be, if you wanted it to be. We didn’t have to see each other at these parties anymore if you didn’t want to. But I have a feeling this is far from over…

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/urwr4y/removing_your_guilt_cheating_public