I Cheated On My Wife With A Man

I love my wife. Always have. We grew up in the same very conservative Evangelical Church. I don't remember a time when we weren't together. We have children and grandchildren together. And our intimate life is ok. But back a couple of decades back, we were on a real rough track. Barely speaking, not even touching each other, let alone intimate. I was lonely and depressed. I dropped at the neighborhood bar just to get away for a bit. When I walked in I noticed a table of three by the dartboard. I sat at the end of the bar, threw down a beer, ordered another. I looked up in the mirror behind the bar and noticed one of the guys watching. Didn't think much about it. Then the bartender came over with another beer and said "the gentleman over their sent this. They need a fourth for darts, and wondered if you played." So I got up and walked over, introduced myself and said, "yes, I do play." So we partnered up, me with the guy who sent the beer. He was short, stocky, pleasant looking. He was funny, and made conversation easy. We probably looked like Mutt and Jeff playing darts, as I am a big guy, 6'1", 250. Anyhow after a few games of Cricket we got bored, ordered a pitcher, and sat down in a booth and cut up. My dart partner sat next to me in the booth. We were just sitting there bull shitting, when he he suddenly put his hand on my knee. And to his day I am not sure why, but i took his hand, and instead of pushing it away, I pulled it up my leg a bit. We continued our conversation as if nothing was going on, but he slowly kept inching his hand up my leg until it was under the leg of my cargo shorts. He leaned over and whispered "let's blow this place." So we said our good bye's and headed out the door. He led my out to his conversion van. We got in, and he immediately kissed me, hard. As we tongue wrestled he pulled my shirt off, then his. He pushed me down on the bed and we made out for a while, then he kissed his way down my chest and and pulled my shorts off and started sucking me. After what seemed like hours, I let loose. He then told me to roll over. He started kissing my neck, then I felt something hard and wet very slowly working it's way inside of me. He kept it up, half inch at a time, until I could feel his pubes tickling my ass. Then he started to pick up the pace, pounding so hard I could hear his balls slapping mine. It was something I had never experienced before, and I was enthralled. He finally let go with a huge load, and we just laid there exhausted and fell asleep. I woke up feeling pretty guilty about betraying my wife and God at the same time. But not so much so that I didn't lean over and whisper in his ear, can we do that again? Which he happily did.

My wife and I eventually put things back together. Things are good. But every once in a while my dart partner and I get still get together and fuck our brains out. I know it's wrong, but it is like an addiction. But I have long since quit feeling guilty.