I will start by saying I have been in a happy relationship for almost two years, with the girl of my dreams, and it has been wonderful. However, I have cheated only one time, and what scares me is that I don't feel bad about it at all.
I worked with this extremely skinny, yet fit and sexy, girl for almost a year, and we had grown to be very good friends. She always talked to me about her life and her problems, and I did the same. One day, she called in to work, and the next day, when she showed up, it was obvious she had been crying.
When I asked her what was wrong, she started crying again. Well since I was the supervisor over our section on duty (it wasn't much of a position, just a job for someone to do the work the manager's didn't want to do), and it was close to closing time and since no one was really there, I asked the manager if we could go early, and he allowed it.
We lived close to each other, but since her parents were not at her house, I went home to change, then went to her house. She was dressed in over-sized pajamas and she just looked so much more cute than normal. She went to her living room couch, and I went and made us both coffee. When I went back in the room, she was in tears.
I got her to admit what was wrong; she had caught her boyfriend, not only with another girl, but he openly admitted she wasn't the only for he had been with and that he didn't love my friend anymore. I was furious; here was this extremely beautiful and caring girl and she didn't deserve this. So I held her and let her cry on my shoulder.
Next thing I knew it was 3 a.m. and I was woken up by her looking me in the eyes. She had gotten up and turned on a movie and lit a fire. She thanked me for everything I had said and did for her ever, and I admitted that I did it because I cared about her, and didn't want to see her hurt.
Before I could say another word, she kissed me, and I kissed back. I knew it was wrong, but I knew somewhere in me that it was right. Suddenly she was on top of me, grinding and kissing me, while I was grabbing her boobs. She pulled my cock (which was already violently hard) out through the slit on my pajama pants and boxers.
She got off me long enough to take her pants and shirt off, and I did the same. Then she sat on top of me, my dick sliding easily into her extremely tight and wet pussy. She started moaning and gasping, and whispered that I was the biggest she had ever taken (I am about 9 inches fully hard). I started to pound away and she just moaned and scratched at my back.
She got off about ten minutes later, and led me to her bed room. I laid her down and began to lick and suck on her perfect clit, and she just pushed my head deeper into her. I had never been in such a feeling of sexual pleasure. I often imagined what it would be like to be with this girl, and my imagination was nothing compared to the reality of it.
I finally snapped back onto reality (20 minutes later), and she was begging me to just fuck her, so I felt I had to please her. She was my goddess in that moment and I wanted nothing more than to please her. So I pushed my cock in and pounded away. We continued to fuck throughout the night until about 6 a.m., ending with her taking my last load all over her face and tits.
The night was magically. We did so much that my girlfriend never has done, such as anal and letting me cum inside her. When I woke up, I went and cooked her breakfast, and she came in the kitchen in my shirt and nothing else. Needless to say, I stopped cooking at that point, and we started again. I left about an hour and a half later, and we did this two more times, before my friend got back with her boyfriend and it has been that way for a year now.
I just wish I could have that moment again for at least one more time. My girlfriend doesn't know about any of this, and that's better that way. Sure I regret it, but at the same time I don't. I hope you enjoyed my confession.