Part One: I Soared Into the Arms of My First Married Man

My rebirth as a cheating wife and how I got there

With the first touch of his fingers, I sighed and started feeling something long gone. Passion. Joy. Alive.

It took years of loneliness to make me act. One September evening, I had the courage to sign up for Ashley Madison. I tried Gleeden but didn’t find what I was looking for there. On Ashley Madison, I created a profile with fun facts about who I was and what I was looking for. There was no shortage of men asking for pictures but I wanted someone that was looking for someone with my body type; curvy and curvier. I found a local man that had a quirky story. He was very nice, courteous, witty and interested in who I was; not opening with which sex position I liked the most. CityLiving_Man* was just what I needed.

We chatted every day for a week. He helped me to understand what Ashley Madison was all about, what cheating was really like, and how I could pull this off without being discovered by others. He has been in the cheating world for 9 years and divorced once because of cheating. He had answers to my questions, advice and many questions for me. I had convinced myself that I only wanted one day, one outing with one man. I told myself that one day was enough.

As the week ended, he set my nights on fire. His words were sexy, his thoughts explicit on what he could do if we met, and how he could make me feel. He asked insightful questions; on what I was looking for, what I liked or did not like. He waited until I was more comfortable with him, before he eased into sex talk with me. I love sex and I love talking about it. So I wanted more.

In our talks, I discovered he actually worked with my husband, five desks down. I was mortified. I considered shutting down the chat. He was the smartest, nicest and best fit to date plus he set me on fire. I reconsidered as I wanted to see him, so I went with it. We both knew about each other’s real lives, so we had a level of trust that we wouldn’t use this information to harm.

We started planning the meet. As I only asked him for one day, it had to be special. He went all out. We booked a day at a hotel. He told me that he wanted me for a minimum of six hours. I was amazed and turned on. Six hours…what would we do for six hours? He planned out a little tray of my favorite treats because he cared enough to ask what I liked.

He knew that I just bought a bullet, so he described what he was going to do with it to me. He built up the anticipation and kept me calm so I wouldn’t give anything away to my family or coworkers.

One early October morning, I called in sick for the day, and then wished my hubby farewell as I went to work. Instead, I traveled in the opposite direction to the hotel. We met in a different area far enough away from where we both lived so it minimized exposure. I dressed as I would for work that day, in a dress with tall boots. CityLiving_Man liked the idea of me in a dress.

I arrived a little early at the hotel. Waiting in the lobby, I felt nervous, excited and turned on. I was wet and ready for him. He arrived after a short wait, did a little wave hello and checked us in. We took our treats up to the room. It was nice, clean and comfortable with a large king size bed. We were like friends who had known each other for a long time, getting ready for lunch.

I felt brave and decided to slowly remove some clothes. First the boots and belt came off, then the dress and finally my hose. He stood in front of me and looked me from head to toe, bare and vulnerable. He was the first man I’d been with other than my husband in over 20 years. He reached out and held my breast in his palm, liking its weight in his hand. His desire made me happy and ready to have him touch me.

Fully dressed, he motioned me to the bed. I followed his lead, as I didn’t know what to expect. I just desperately wanted him to touch me and make me feel good. With my legs hanging down over the bed’s edge, he spread them, and looked at my pussy and told me that he liked what he saw, what he was going to do with me, to me.

His touch woke me up and set me on fire. Pure joy and sexual pleasure is amazing when you go without for years. His hands worked me into frenzy and I came moaning. He chuckled and wasn’t done with me yet.

He got undressed and kissed me sweetly. I put my hand on his hard cock, pulling and stroking. He let me do this for a little while before having me lie towards the top of the bed, across it. He lay down between my legs and his mouth touched me. He licked sweetly, gently and then over and over flicked his tongue over my clit.

This was the sweetest and gentlest oral I ever had. I didn’t think I would come but with some time, I came loudly and wet, gushing down over his mouth and chin. I lay there writhing on the bed, coming down from a sweet orgasm.

Over a few hours, we lay together chatting, kissing, touching each other. I knelt over him and took his cock into my mouth. I was excited about giving him head. He tasted clean and manly, and I took my time, swirling my tongue and lips over his head and shaft. I played with his sac and took him to the edge many times. I wanted to have him come so I could hear his moans and orgasm but he had other plans.

We broke for lunch. I was naked on a couch, sitting on a towel in a hotel room with a man I just recently met, talking about world events and life. He still couldn’t believe that I randomly connected with a man that worked just feet away from my husband. I couldn’t either but CityLiving_Man was a great fit, so I went with it and tried not to let stress take away from my day.

Early afternoon was near and we only had a while left before we had to check out. He went down on me over and over, using his fingers and mouth to make me come. My whole body came violently and I shouted into the room and world that “YES”, he made me come.

I had him lie down so I could take him in my mouth again. He reached out to steady my hand with his, so our fingers linked and I felt a connection I hadn’t had in a long time. I was more than ready for him to fuck me. We lay on the bed, with him behind me, so he entered me swiftly and hard. He fucked me franticly because I asked him to do so. We both came hard and winded. Collapsing on the bed, he gathered me in his arms, and kissed my hair.

It was sweet and unexpected. I started to tear up as someone I barely knew showed me tenderness. He told me it was okay to cry if I needed to. We lay there for the longest time and napped until it was time to shower and go.

I thanked him and kissed him sweetly outside the hotel. We said we’d check in with each other later that day. He’s been a friend, guide and someone I could turn to if I needed to have another day. He was right about me not wanting to stop with one man. That was my introduction to cheating. Falling out of my lonely bed without hurting an elbow, is another story to share.

• The profile names and references have been changed to protect those involved.

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