Hello, this will be my first story. You should excuse me if you don’t like as it’s my first attempt ;). Moreover, if you don’t like cheating stories you should not read this further.
I am from the mid-west. Many of my school friends and I came from similar working-class backgrounds. Some of my friends worked their asses off and are well settled in their lives. Me not so much. Well, this is a gone wild story. So, I am not going to bore you with my mediocre work life. A benefit of working part time and being divorced in late thirties is that you get lots of time. I am really good a playing piano. I used to teach but not anymore.
After divorce, I moved to a big city and continued my par time work for another company. With the move I rekindled my friendship with a few married friends and some single friends who made the move to the city years before me. I regularly hangout with my friends and sometimes they bring their spouses or other friends. I met many new guys like that and some of them became friends.
My friend Dan introduced me to Amit a few months before this story took place. They were good friends with high flying careers. I hung out many times with them and sometimes Dan’s wife Beth joined us. It was all casual, talk everything under the sun kind of dinner dates with not so young friends. I never saw Amit’s wife although I knew he was married and she was getting a Ph.D. I finally saw her, Neha, one day when she walked into the pub. She was young, medium height, C-cups and a butt to die for. She was wearing a slim fit shirt that gave a glimpse of her figure and a tight jeans. I noticed all that when Beth called her over.
After introductions, I got to know that she started in a research position and her work life is not as excruciating as her husband’s. After some more casual banter among the friends Beth mentioned that I taught piano. I was flattered when Neha exclaimed that she had always wanted to play. Beth said…’I’m sure Ron will give you a lesson’
“Oh, would you. I’d love to have a go.”, she said as she parted her mouth and licked the wine from her soft lips.
And that’s how it started, after a few more hangouts at the pub. I remember her first lesson. She opened the door in a lounge pant and a sweat shirt. That’s when I realized she had a 6-year-old. Over the few weekends I taught her piano, she was friendly and polite. We got to know a lot about each other. We talked about family, kids etc. Nothing remotely sexual ever happened between us. She happened to say that she liked my tattoos. I have them on my fore arms. She was sweet and as I took in her beauty each time, I liked her attractive face and sexy figure. She was thick but extremely fit. Once while discussing relationships I happen to allude that passion fades away in a marriage. She happens to agree although she didn’t elaborate. She did notice me check her out a couple of times. She simply smiled with a knowing look the second time. After a few times she was wearing casual dresses that were on the shorter side, like thermal rompers.
Dan had invited me to join them for the Christmas party. Amit was also there with Neha. She was ravishing in her tie front mini. As the night wore on and all of us around the table consumed 3 or 4 rounds of drinks, I would take every opportunity to come and sit closer to her whenever any of the others at the table left their seats to either get up and dance or go talk to others. I recall that’s when the flirting started, being a bit tipsy from the alcohol, Neha was very flattered to have a man coming on to her.
Amit didn’t seem too fussed, he’s really cool that way, he never shows a jealous streak. I am sure that he never felt threatened by the piano teacher chatting up his wife. I guess he was quite engrossed in conversation with so many people on the night.
It was well past halfway in the night before I plucked up some courage to ask Neha to dance. I was considerate enough to ask Amit if he minded before leading her onto the floor. That was fun, she was such a good dancer and I haven’t danced that much since I got divorced.
Neha and I managed to cope with every tempo and every style, but I soon noticed that she seemed to prefer the slower songs. When the first slow song came on, she turned to leave the floor, not really wanting to dance in the arms of another man. But when she turned away on that first slow song, I caught her before she reached the tables, “Come on, we don’t have to stop now, I’m sure we can handle this.”
She was hesitant, but gave in and took my outstretched hand and followed me over to the front of the bandstand where the small 5-piece live group were making fine music. It felt strange as she placed an arm around my back and feeling my hand in the middle of her back, my other hand clutching hers firmly.
I led well, “You’ve done this before,” she asked me and I smiled and nodded that I had. After that, she had no qualms about staying on the floor to dance the slow numbers with me.
She was very circumspect when we danced our first slow song and both of us strove to stick our respective butts out to ensure our genitalia never touched. It might have looked awkward to anyone watching but I was determined not to disrespect her, particularly in her husband’s work environment. I did gradually move my lower body closer to hers on each new song. She still held back at first but after a break for another buzz of alcohol at the table, when we went back out and the first slow song came on, she just let her lower torso mold against my belly.
This time, the band chose to play two slow numbers in a row and when the second one started, my hand that had correctly been planted in the middle of her back all night was now resting at the top of her arse, as low as where her back became two cheeks. I thought she would have said something then – I know – but she didn’t. She did give me a particular look anything but disapproving, and I never moved that hand away from then on.
By the end of that song, I could also feel quite an unmistakable firmness from my groin resting against her belly … I had a very noticeable erection. She couldn’t pull away from it because that hand now at the top of her arse held her much more tightly against me than before. The trouble was the more we danced with our bodies pressed together the firmer that erection became … only natural I guess.
By now we were sitting out the faster rock songs. I had relocated my position at the table to alongside Neha. Dan and some of the others of the original ten at our table had left to table-hop. Neha and I each drank a couple of glasses more of wine while we caught our respective breaths. Then when they announced that this next bracket would be the last of the night, I took her hand and we were on the floor before the first bar played. It was a bouncy up-beat song but then that was the last of that genre. The next four up till midnight were all slow ballads and the band dimmed the lights above the dance floor. This was probably intended to be romantic for couples who were really there as couples, not thrown together on the night like Neha and me.
Halfway through the second slow song, I steered us toward the darkest corner, as far away from the tables as I could get us. Neha was quite smashed at this point – so when she felt my mouth on her neck, she actually let her head flop the other way against my shoulder, as if silently granting me access to ravage even more of her bare neck. I began to plant soft kisses all over her neck, moving my lips around. It was quite inappropriate but it did feel very nice in my boozed state and I think she even moaned in my ear. But suddenly my moist lips found that highly arousing spot everyone has on their neck and her knees actually buckled from the sensation. That hand that had been resting at the top of her arse made sure she didn’t fall, quickly swooping down onto and then under her arse, suggestively holding my palm under one cheek with the outstretched fingers of my large hand clutching at the other.
She pulled her head up to withdraw her bare neck, “Ooh, not there, that’s the sensitive spot,” she whispered, “you never know what I’ll do if you keep that up.”
“Let’s find out.”
“No, let’s not!” her head now upright, away from my shoulder, “Amit wouldn’t approve.”
Undaunted by her mild rebuke, I bent my face toward her neck once more, trying to kiss that same spot but she pulled away again. “Ron, you’ll stop that if you want to stay out here until the last dance. If you keep it up, I’ll go now.”
“I’m sorry!” I said, “I promise I won’t try again. Go on, rest your head back there … that was nice.”
She looked into my eyes apprehensively, “If you do try to find that spot again, I’m gone.”
“No I won’t, I promise … please.”
So cautiously I let her head drop back against my shoulder and we resumed shuffling around on the dance floor. My hand that had slipped naughtily beneath both of her arse cheeks tightened its grip, pulling her forward firmly against my growing hard-on. My other hand that had held her hand through every slow dance this night let go and came around to rest on her back between the shoulder blades. We danced way too intimately like that in the semi darkness until the band stopped playing. I know I shouldn’t have pulled her so tightly against me but all the alcohol I’d drunk made me feel very naughty and I did like feeling of my hard cock pressing firmly against her belly.
Then we separated, joined the clapping of applause for the wonderful small group that had kept us entertained and returned to our table. “Neha, I want to thank you, having you to talk to and to dance with, has made my night special.” I leaned in and gave her a kiss, a chaste peck, because Amit reappeared at that tender moment.
“It was my pleasure Ron, likewise for me … I’ve never danced so much at one of these company things.”
“Hi honey, are you ready to go?” asked Amit seemingly unfazed by having shared his wife for the evening.
“Yes darling, I’m exhausted, Ron has worn me out.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9cg5vd/mfcheating_taking_chances_with_a_married_woman
Is there a Part II?