I'm not sure why I did it but I did. I suppose I was feeling neglected and lonely. I'm what guys call high maintenance. I need my man to compliment me, tell me he misses me, loves me, tell me he thinks I'm pretty. My husband used to do all that but it's been forever now and it hurts me that he's changed. None of this is an excuse for my behavior mind you. I know what I've done was wrong of me and I'm praying that no one ever finds out. My husband would be devastated and the embarrassment would ruin my life.

Here goes, a younger man at my work place got friendly with me, complimenting me and confiding in me. I got to where I looked forward to talking with him. His compliments made me feel good, and I enjoyed discussing his love life with him and eventually I started talking with him about my lack of a regular sex life and more importantly, I started confiding in him my emotional wants and needs regarding my husband.

It hurts to say this but we started eating lunch together, often in a stairwell at work. Talk led to hugs and hand holding and one day a kiss. Kissing became a regular thing until the day our tongues found each other. We were making out. His hands were on my breasts and before long I was sucking on his penis with pathetic desperation. I was so hungry for approval, I earned it by performing oral sex on a man other than my husband. I admit I was on cloud nine afterward. I felt so pretty, so wanted, so desired. I did it again the next day and again and again for a couple of weeks until the afternoon we met at a hotel after work.

I knew I shouldn't have gone. I told myself again and again not too but I went anyway. I told myself to stop all along but I loved it. I loved his touch, his gaze on my naked body, his hands ob my bare skin, his fingers exploring my sex, his lips on my nipples and then on my clitoris, make me cry out, making me feel so good.

I trembled when I felt his penis pressing into me, sliding in, my legs spread wide for a kid a couple years out of school. Me married, only ever with my husband, taking pleasure from this new man in my life. He fucking me like a man late for a train. Fast and hard he came in a couple of minutes then lay there sucking wind forever.

I was about to go clean up when he said that the first fuck was for him and the second would be for me. He wiped me up with a wash cloth then spent time sucking my breasts and fingering me. Before long he was hard again and was inside me again. This time he did it slow. So slow at first before building up speed. He fucked me long and eventually hard giving me a tremendously satisfying orgasm while my legs were wrapped around him.

I walked on air all weekend. My husband made love to me on Sunday morning. I imagined myself back at the hotel with him.

That was months ago. I broke it off not long after. No more blow jobs and no more sex. The sex was just that one time. I love them memory of how it made me feel at the time but hate the guilt and fear that goes with it. I find myself just wishing for time to pass quickly so that my cheating can drift into the past.