Straight Female / 34
The first time I cheated on was very difficult. My husband and I have been together since high school. We went to different schools after graduation and didn't see each other often. Now, before we went, I was on him about being faithful and I was certain he would be seeing other girls in no time. I had him on a constant guilt trip and as far as I know he never cheated on me then and probably still hasn't. Unfortunately, I can't say the same.
It was October of my freshman year. My roommate had started hooking up with a senior and often dragged me out with her. I was homesick, missing my boyfriend, and just pretty miserable. My mother had told me to suck it up and met some guys and experiment a bit. She didn't think my high school romance was going anywhere and didn't want me to miss out. We hung out with her guy and his friend. We ended up back at their apartment. I thought more people were going to be there but I ended up alone with this guy once my friend snuck off with her guy. I ended up poring my heart out to this guy who was actually very understanding. He told me he was very attracted to me but said that we could just be friends.
I ended up seeing him a lot and we became friends. He was an attractive guy plus being older he was very self assured where my boyfriend was still very awkward, especially about sex. My boyfriend and I had been having sex for awhile but he was still pretty inexperienced. Everyone can see where this is headed. I ended up cheating on my boyfriend.
This other guy started giving me friendly hugs and kisses on the cheek when I saw him. This progressed to "friendly" kisses on the lips. One night while my friend was having sex with her boyfriend and I was on the couch with this other guy, he gave me a kiss out of the blue. A minute later I kissed him and I slipped my tongue into his mouth to find his. We kissed for a minute or so and I felt his hand on my breast which felt great but I ended up stopping him. He was ok with it. I felt really guilty about it and made arrangements to go see my boyfriend at his school. Unfortunately, I pretty much sat there by myself while he drank with his friends the whole weekend. What my mother had said was pretty fresh in my mind.
A few weeks later, after my future husband blew off a visit to my school, I was alone with my friend again and feeling pretty down. He tried to cheer me up with a back rub which lead to some soft kisses on my neck, my cheek and then my lips. I didn't respond at first but didn't make him stop either. He scooped me up onto his lap and continued kissing me and holding me. It wasn't long before I was kissing him back. He carried me into his room and laid me on his bed where we had a hard make out session. He stripped me to my bra and panties and we continued. He took off my bra and played with and sucked on my breasts. He had this way of licking, sucking, and chewing on my nipples all at the same time that was almost hypnotizing it felt so damn good. When I felt his hand on my pussy he whispered how wet I was. He rubbed me through my panties while sucking on my boobs.
I was really unsure of myself but he was making me feel so good I couldn't help but go along with it when he took off my panties and started licking my pussy. He was so good at it the way he teased me first, then used the same technique on my clit that he had used before on my tits. He made me cum very quickly and just as I started to cum he slipped a couple fingers in and fingered me really hard! It was the best orgasm of my life to that point. I had hardly caught my breath when I felt the tip of his penis pressing against my vagina. I was so wet he slid it right in. I started to panic a bit but he shushed me and and began expertly fucking me. It was nice being with an older confident man who knew what he was doing. Sex with my boyfriend almost never lasted more than a few minutes but this went on and on. After I had cum a bunch of times he finally came himself. I thanked god I was on the pill. When we came out of his bedroom, my roommate and her guy were waiting in the living room. She gave me shit but promised to keep it a secret. Thank god she did.
I told myself afterward that it would be a one time thing but it wasn't. Sex with him became a pretty regular thing the rest of my freshman year. After awhile I started giving him oral sex too. If anything, I got much better at sex from being with him. He was gone the next year so I was pretty happy thinking that the temptation was gone. My boyfriend and I were together all summer so I felt like things were back on track. I got a job off campus that I liked. I started hanging out with some of the older people I worked with. Then one night I had sex with a married guy in his thirties. He was nothing special but it felt good having a connection. I had an ongoing affair with him and had sex with a bunch of other random guys as well including a freshman my last year. I got to know him through some mutual friends and was pretty friendly. For some reason seeing him with his girlfriend from high school who was visiting one weekend made me want to fuck him and that week I did. I blatantly seduced the kid and to this day the memory makes me feel shitty. I had turned into a real slut but my boyfriend still thought I was the girl he knew from high school. I did the math no long ago and was surprised to find that I had had sex with 17 guys during college.
He still thinks that he is the only man I've been with. He makes comments about his never having been with another woman and has asked me if I ever wish I'd experienced sex with someone else. Of course I tell him that he is all I've ever wanted while thinking back sometimes fondly and sometimes not so fondly of my slut days. I'm also glad that my college friends are able to keep a secret.
My boyfriend and I stuck it out through college and we married in our mid-twenties. Once we were back together,
It was October of my freshman year. My roommate had started hooking up with a senior and often dragged me out with her. I was homesick, missing my boyfriend, and just pretty miserable. My mother had told me to suck it up and met some guys and experiment a bit. She didn't think my high school romance was going anywhere and didn't want me to miss out. We hung out with her guy and his friend. We ended up back at their apartment. I thought more people were going to be there but I ended up alone with this guy once my friend snuck off with her guy. I ended up poring my heart out to this guy who was actually very understanding. He told me he was very attracted to me but said that we could just be friends.
I ended up seeing him a lot and we became friends. He was an attractive guy plus being older he was very self assured where my boyfriend was still very awkward, especially about sex. My boyfriend and I had been having sex for awhile but he was still pretty inexperienced. Everyone can see where this is headed. I ended up cheating on my boyfriend.
This other guy started giving me friendly hugs and kisses on the cheek when I saw him. This progressed to "friendly" kisses on the lips. One night while my friend was having sex with her boyfriend and I was on the couch with this other guy, he gave me a kiss out of the blue. A minute later I kissed him and I slipped my tongue into his mouth to find his. We kissed for a minute or so and I felt his hand on my breast which felt great but I ended up stopping him. He was ok with it. I felt really guilty about it and made arrangements to go see my boyfriend at his school. Unfortunately, I pretty much sat there by myself while he drank with his friends the whole weekend. What my mother had said was pretty fresh in my mind.
A few weeks later, after my future husband blew off a visit to my school, I was alone with my friend again and feeling pretty down. He tried to cheer me up with a back rub which lead to some soft kisses on my neck, my cheek and then my lips. I didn't respond at first but didn't make him stop either. He scooped me up onto his lap and continued kissing me and holding me. It wasn't long before I was kissing him back. He carried me into his room and laid me on his bed where we had a hard make out session. He stripped me to my bra and panties and we continued. He took off my bra and played with and sucked on my breasts. He had this way of licking, sucking, and chewing on my nipples all at the same time that was almost hypnotizing it felt so damn good. When I felt his hand on my pussy he whispered how wet I was. He rubbed me through my panties while sucking on my boobs.
I was really unsure of myself but he was making me feel so good I couldn't help but go along with it when he took off my panties and started licking my pussy. He was so good at it the way he teased me first, then used the same technique on my clit that he had used before on my tits. He made me cum very quickly and just as I started to cum he slipped a couple fingers in and fingered me really hard! It was the best orgasm of my life to that point. I had hardly caught my breath when I felt the tip of his penis pressing against my vagina. I was so wet he slid it right in. I started to panic a bit but he shushed me and and began expertly fucking me. It was nice being with an older confident man who knew what he was doing. Sex with my boyfriend almost never lasted more than a few minutes but this went on and on. After I had cum a bunch of times he finally came himself. I thanked god I was on the pill. When we came out of his bedroom, my roommate and her guy were waiting in the living room. She gave me shit but promised to keep it a secret. Thank god she did.
I told myself afterward that it would be a one time thing but it wasn't. Sex with him became a pretty regular thing the rest of my freshman year. After awhile I started giving him oral sex too. If anything, I got much better at sex from being with him. He was gone the next year so I was pretty happy thinking that the temptation was gone. My boyfriend and I were together all summer so I felt like things were back on track. I got a job off campus that I liked. I started hanging out with some of the older people I worked with. Then one night I had sex with a married guy in his thirties. He was nothing special but it felt good having a connection. I had an ongoing affair with him and had sex with a bunch of other random guys as well including a freshman my last year. I got to know him through some mutual friends and was pretty friendly. For some reason seeing him with his girlfriend from high school who was visiting one weekend made me want to fuck him and that week I did. I blatantly seduced the kid and to this day the memory makes me feel shitty. I had turned into a real slut but my boyfriend still thought I was the girl he knew from high school. I did the math no long ago and was surprised to find that I had had sex with 17 guys during college.
He still thinks that he is the only man I've been with. He makes comments about his never having been with another woman and has asked me if I ever wish I'd experienced sex with someone else. Of course I tell him that he is all I've ever wanted while thinking back sometimes fondly and sometimes not so fondly of my slut days. I'm also glad that my college friends are able to keep a secret.
My boyfriend and I stuck it out through college and we married in our mid-twenties. Once we were back together,
