I cheated on my husband. I regret it but I don't. I was at a conference and across from me was a man who seemed to be plugged into the whole conversation. I ended up paying attention to him for the whole conference, he just grabbed me in a way I did not expect. I am a stable person, mature in most everything, a mother with three kids, a 17 year marriage so it surprised me that I was so taken by him and I hadn't even spoken to him. I guess it was like a school girl crush. At lunch he sat at one table and I was at another I felt left out. After lunch he was in line for coffee and I stepped up and broke the ice and he gave me a minute if that much of his time. I felt rejected and for the whole afternoon I stewed but I couldn't stop looking at him. The cocktails after the conference were typical, and spoke to a couple of people and was surprised when he came up to me and asked me what I thought about the conference.

I spoke so quietly he asked me to speak louder. He reached over and patted my chin with a napkin. Next thing I know he is walking me off to one side holding my elbow. We were over by a window and he said we needed to start over again, name, age, school, company, tenure, I half expected him to ask me for dress and shoe size. He told me about himself and suggested I join him for dinner, we could either stay at the hotel or we could go out we just needed to get a recommendation from the concierge. I suggested going out, it was San Francisco so maybe Chinese food in Chinatown. We went to this place in the basement of the building, it was bustling and we had to wait for the table. We had to stand close and whether by accident or on purpose his hand went over my butt several times. Then his had took my butt opened palmed and he pulled me up to him, he said he couldn't hear me and wanted to hear everything I said. When I slipped away he pulled me to him, he kept his hand on my butt and kissed my cheek and told me I smelled good to him the way a woman should smell.

When we got our table it was in a small booth and he suggested I sit beside him where he could protect me. We had wine and ordered dinner. I kept my head on his shoulder all night long with my arm under his arm, his hands were everywhere, I kissed his cheek, he kissed my lips, I was so ready it hurt to just sit through dinner. On the way back to the hotel I hung on him, he kept his arm around my waist and I must have kissed his cheek three or four times. Under the portico of the hotel he stopped me and kissed me solidly on the lips and then slipped his hands under my butt and pulled me up on tip toes to his height. Nothing mattered, nothing. I went up to his room, I admired the view of the harbor while he undressed me, I felt a bit awkward once I was down to nothing but my panties but he sat on the bed and kissed my stomach down to mound as he pulled my panties down. His kiss to my pussy was hot and hard and he laid me on the bed and he undressed and the rest was just moments of clarity through long moments of shadows. I don't really remember when he penetrated me, I remember him fucking me and I remember when he came.

He asked me to stay the night, I made excuses and we dressed and he walked me to my room. He told me to get my toothbrush and come back with him so he didn't have to sleep alone. I got some things and went back with him. It was a one night stand, the conference ended at noon the next day and he was gracious and sent me to the airport in a limo, with one last kiss getting into the back seat.

I remember it because I have to remember it. I don't call him, I want to but I don't. I have a home and I have a husband and it was a one night stand and I am sure he finds other women to seduce, I am sure he rarely sleeps alone. But for one night I was his date, and he asked me to sleep with him and that's what I don't want to ever forget. He chose me that night with so many other women available in San Francisco.