A few weeks before my wedding, I went out for a co-worker's birthday party. Naturally, I made an effort: little black dress, stiletto heels, fishnet stockings. I've always been a flirt, but that didn't make me easy. Anyway, we found ourselves in a bar and I bumped into an ex. Harry was the typical tall, dark and handsome stranger; we'd had a lot of fun but we broke up when it was clear we'd never get more serious. We chatted for a while, but I went back to my friends soon enough.

We got separated later on, though, and I was ready to go home, so I sent a quick text to say goodnight and headed outside. I met Harry on the way and he happily offered to escort me to the subway. I suppose it's easy to blame the drinks on what happened next, but I think the real reason I let it happen was wanting one last exciting fling before I settled down. Regardless, his lips were on mine and his hand was under my dress as we road the train.

I couldn't take him back to my place and we were too far from his, so in the end we went to a hotel. He said he wanted a lapdance, so I happily gave him one. I stripped slowly and when I was down to nothing but the stockings, he threw me onto the bed. He always loved my legs and spent a long time kissing his way up to my pussy. I don't know how long he teased me for, but I must have woken up the entire floor when I came. By the time I'd regained my senses, he was naked and hard. He lay back and I gave him a long, slow blowjob until he came in my mouth.

At that point, I thought about leaving before we went too much further. We were cuddling and kissing and it felt wonderful. Then he got between my legs and started to enter me. I know I should have asked about a condom, but by then I was too far gone. I just wanted him to fuck me and my God, he did. Hard and deep, calling me every dirty name under the sun. I egged him on, telling him he was twice the man my fiance was.

I knew he'd cum inside me. I know I shouldn't have let him, but I doubt I could have stopped him anyway. Something about a man cumming inside me always tips me over the edge and my orgasm hit shortly after his. We lay like that for a while. I left a few hours later, stinking of sex. I admit that I almost got in touch with him later that week, but I didn't call or talk to him at all afterwards.

I got married and I haven't been unfaithful since. There are times when I think about what happened and feel guilty. There are other times when I think about it and feel wet.