I'm such a slut. I cheated on my fiancee last night and I feel horrible. He's such a great guy and doesn't deserve what I did to him.
I was at the gym yesterday before work and I was building up a real good sweat. I wasn't sweating cause of the elliptical. I was sweating cause of the really cute guy over at the free weights. He stood out. He wasn't one of the usual meat heads. He was athletic built with green eyes and dark hair. Edward Norton type. At one point, as I was gawking at him from afar, he glanced over at me and have me a flirty smile. I know it shouldn't have but it got me all worked up. I finished my workout, hit up the sauna, showers and lockers. I was just about ready to leave when he "accidentally" bumped into me (knocking my purse, Iphone and gym bag to the floor). He apologized and we flirted for a few seconds but before he handed my phone back, he stopped, swiped it, dialed a number and held the phone to his ear. I hear a ringing from his pocket now. He picks up his own phone and starts to have a sarcastically witty conversation with himself about the cute girl he just met at the gym (me).
So now he has my number and I have his. However, I erased it as soon as I got in my car. Flirting is one thing but I had no intention of cheating. I head off to work all flustered and hot. Couldn't stop thinking about him all day. Right after lunch, I get a call. I recognize the number and let it go to voicemail. By the time I was clocking out, the persistent little asshole text me a few times asking to meet him at cliffs. A local dive bar in town. I wasn't going to but I subconsciously drove there while I rambled on about how I'm not about to cheat on my fiancee. As soon I walk in and see him sitting at a booth, I lost it. I stayed for a few drinks and before I knew it, I was taking off my bra in his Lexus.
We were in the back seat and I was straddling him. My skirt was rolled up and my blouse was somewhere in the front seat. I kept thinking; "what am I doing??" "I'm engaged" "I don't even know this guy". It didn't matter how much I tried to tell myself that what I was doing was wrong. It just felt so good. A man I met just that morning had his long shaft inside me. My fiancee hasn't even fucked me without a condom yet. I feel him thrusting harder and harder. My buttcheecks slapping his upper thighs. The Windows were all fogged up like that scene in titanic. I'm sure people knew.
At this point, I was bent over the front arm rest with my head right below the rear view mirror and he was thrusting me from behind. I've always thought my butt was my best feature. It's like pornstar big. He seemed to be loving it. He would occasionally stop, pull out and eat me out while I was bent over. No one ever licked my asshole before, let alone devour it like he did.
By the time he was ready to cum I had already came three times. My legs trembled, my eyes fluttered and my stomach tightened as I felt him ejaculate. He filled me up with his glorious seed. It was oozing out the entire drive home. I wiped away as much as I could and fixed myself up before walking in my front door. My husband was in the shower where I joined him. I thought I'd be tnt perfect place to wash away my guilt. I made love to my husband (without a condom fir the first time) in the shower after another man had his way with me a few minutes prior. After waking up this morning, I skipped the gym, and the guilt is getting worst. I don't think I can go through with everything after what I've done. Worst part is that I can't help myself. I'm meeting up with gym guy again tonight.