Straight Female / 28
My Betrayal - PART 1
I'm having to post this confession across several posts as it's quite long, sorry if that's not your think but it felt good for me it to write everything out. This is PART 1.
So this happened two years ago, back when my husband and I were engaged. I’d never cheated on him before and haven’t since, but one night, I slipped up. It was hands down the best sexual experience of my life and I still get horny just thinking about it to this day. I really enjoyed the opportunity to relive the whole thing by writing this confession. It’s on my mind a lot at the moment and I’m feeling conflicted because the guy I slept with has come back into my life by complete coincidence and thoughts of him are silently tormenting me.
I was 26 and went out one Saturday night with a couple of girlfriends, I’d met at university. We don’t see each other very often, but when we do, we always have a great time reminiscing about the wild adventures we had when we were single students. We’re all slim and attractive girls, so we usually get men chatting us up when we go out together. Especially when we dress to impress and I definitely was that night in a little black dress with a plunging neckline.
We were in a cocktail bar, catching up and chatting and talking about a lot about sex, of course. There was this insanely hot cocktail waiter of around our age serving us, he was tall and muscular with chiseled good looks, and we very much enjoyed checking him out. He seemed to take a shine to me in particular and would compliment my looks whenever I ordered drinks. I felt really sexy and was enjoying the attention but had no intentions of taking anything further. After all, my fiancé was waiting for me at home.
Around 11 we were feeling tired but agreed to have one last drink. I offered to get the last round, mostly because I wanted an excuse to flirt with the waiter, who I’d since found out was called Jake, one last time. We were chatting, when he boldly told me that he finishes at 12 if I wanted to hang out with him after, adding that he lives up 10 minutes up the road. It was clear he was suggesting more than just a drink. I went bright red and told him I was flattered but that I was engaged. I expected that to be the end of it but he replied that it wasn’t a problem for him if it wasn’t for me. I was a little shocked by this, but more than a little turned on. I protested that my friends wouldn’t approve (hardly the point, I know!) and he told me that when I leave with them, I should pretend I’d forgotten something and double back to meet him. It was so smooth the way he casually brushed aside each of my reasons for turning him down. There’s no way it was his first time seducing someone in a relationship. I told him I’d think about it, and went back to my friends.
I did think about it, but I was so attracted to this guy that curiosity got the better of me and I ended up following his advice. I abandoned my friends outside the tube station, telling them I’d left my phone at the bar. I was still kidding myself that nothing was going to happen and I was just going to have a drink with him. When I arrived, he was there waiting and told me he knew I’d come back for him, with a cocky smile. Normally, I find arrogance off-putting but for some reason it was a real turn on. We had a drink, and he asked me all sorts of questions about my fiancé and our sex life. I could tell he was digging the fact that he had the attention of another mans’ girl and wanted to prove he was the better man. And I just went along with it, getting hornier by the minute.
In spite of all of this, I still didn’t plan on actually sleeping with him. I’d already crossed more boundaries than I’d ever crossed before and we hadn’t even kissed at that point. As we finished up our drink, the question of what next hung in the air. I knew it was time to go, but I didn’t move. I can still remember exactly what Jake said as I gazed into his eyes across the table, engaged or not, I think we both know I’m going to fuck you tonight. And that you want it to happen as much as I do. So why don’t we cut to the chase, go to my flat and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing out on? I’m ashamed to say, I agreed without a moment’s hesitation.
As we walked to his flat I felt nervous but excited. I knew I was doing something bad, sneaking off to the flat of a guy I hardly knew whilst my fiancé was at home, clueless as to what I was up to. It was a warm night and it actually took a lot longer to get there because we kept stopping to make out. I loved the feel of his hands on my body, his lips on mine. It felt so naughty. He told me what a bad girl I was as he kissed my neck and groped my arse against a wall. I was soaking wet by the time we got to his block of flats.
TBC in PART 2
So this happened two years ago, back when my husband and I were engaged. I’d never cheated on him before and haven’t since, but one night, I slipped up. It was hands down the best sexual experience of my life and I still get horny just thinking about it to this day. I really enjoyed the opportunity to relive the whole thing by writing this confession. It’s on my mind a lot at the moment and I’m feeling conflicted because the guy I slept with has come back into my life by complete coincidence and thoughts of him are silently tormenting me.
I was 26 and went out one Saturday night with a couple of girlfriends, I’d met at university. We don’t see each other very often, but when we do, we always have a great time reminiscing about the wild adventures we had when we were single students. We’re all slim and attractive girls, so we usually get men chatting us up when we go out together. Especially when we dress to impress and I definitely was that night in a little black dress with a plunging neckline.
We were in a cocktail bar, catching up and chatting and talking about a lot about sex, of course. There was this insanely hot cocktail waiter of around our age serving us, he was tall and muscular with chiseled good looks, and we very much enjoyed checking him out. He seemed to take a shine to me in particular and would compliment my looks whenever I ordered drinks. I felt really sexy and was enjoying the attention but had no intentions of taking anything further. After all, my fiancé was waiting for me at home.
Around 11 we were feeling tired but agreed to have one last drink. I offered to get the last round, mostly because I wanted an excuse to flirt with the waiter, who I’d since found out was called Jake, one last time. We were chatting, when he boldly told me that he finishes at 12 if I wanted to hang out with him after, adding that he lives up 10 minutes up the road. It was clear he was suggesting more than just a drink. I went bright red and told him I was flattered but that I was engaged. I expected that to be the end of it but he replied that it wasn’t a problem for him if it wasn’t for me. I was a little shocked by this, but more than a little turned on. I protested that my friends wouldn’t approve (hardly the point, I know!) and he told me that when I leave with them, I should pretend I’d forgotten something and double back to meet him. It was so smooth the way he casually brushed aside each of my reasons for turning him down. There’s no way it was his first time seducing someone in a relationship. I told him I’d think about it, and went back to my friends.
I did think about it, but I was so attracted to this guy that curiosity got the better of me and I ended up following his advice. I abandoned my friends outside the tube station, telling them I’d left my phone at the bar. I was still kidding myself that nothing was going to happen and I was just going to have a drink with him. When I arrived, he was there waiting and told me he knew I’d come back for him, with a cocky smile. Normally, I find arrogance off-putting but for some reason it was a real turn on. We had a drink, and he asked me all sorts of questions about my fiancé and our sex life. I could tell he was digging the fact that he had the attention of another mans’ girl and wanted to prove he was the better man. And I just went along with it, getting hornier by the minute.
In spite of all of this, I still didn’t plan on actually sleeping with him. I’d already crossed more boundaries than I’d ever crossed before and we hadn’t even kissed at that point. As we finished up our drink, the question of what next hung in the air. I knew it was time to go, but I didn’t move. I can still remember exactly what Jake said as I gazed into his eyes across the table, engaged or not, I think we both know I’m going to fuck you tonight. And that you want it to happen as much as I do. So why don’t we cut to the chase, go to my flat and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing out on? I’m ashamed to say, I agreed without a moment’s hesitation.
As we walked to his flat I felt nervous but excited. I knew I was doing something bad, sneaking off to the flat of a guy I hardly knew whilst my fiancé was at home, clueless as to what I was up to. It was a warm night and it actually took a lot longer to get there because we kept stopping to make out. I loved the feel of his hands on my body, his lips on mine. It felt so naughty. He told me what a bad girl I was as he kissed my neck and groped my arse against a wall. I was soaking wet by the time we got to his block of flats.
TBC in PART 2
