Straight Female / 25
Cheating On My Husband With Another Girl
I married my college boyfriend right after graduation and moved to start a new life. I got a job in a law firm as a document controller. A paralegal invited me to an afterwork drink. I checked with my husband and he said to go ahead he would ho out with the boys. We went to a small bar, ladies' night prices. Other ladies were there and men hit on them but no one came over to our table. We left when happy hour was over and went to what she called a happy place.
Music, dancing, tables for two, small plates for food. After my eyes got used to the lighting I didn't see any guys. Younger women, dozens and dozens. Dancing, girls at tables holding hands, girls walking over to tables. A good looking girl came to our table asking me to dance. My coworker told her I was taken. Still trying to figure out what I was going to do she asked me to dance.
Not all girls wore underwear, not all girls kept their skirts around their legs, dancing skirts went high, exposing legs, butts, private parts. 'See' she said 'our happy place'. I danced, sort of. Still very uncomfortable a couple of girls next to me were making out. My coworker got close to me 'how about it? A first kiss?' I closed my eyes as she kissed me.
Dancing became more and more erotic, but no butt cheeks or shaved private parts. We left late, kissed in her car back at the office to pick up my car. I got home before my husband, brushed my teeth, went to bed but couldn't sleep. Guilt, embarrassed, scared at what I had done.
But my coworker had discovered just what kind of girl I was, on the second date we ended up in bed. My husband complained because I didn't do oral, now I did oral with her. Like something that held me back, the damn broken I couldn't get enough. My husband, if he was cheating, I couldn't tell. But he knew the first night. He threatened to leave me, to make up I got pregnant. He told me divorce if just once I let some guy screw me.
Music, dancing, tables for two, small plates for food. After my eyes got used to the lighting I didn't see any guys. Younger women, dozens and dozens. Dancing, girls at tables holding hands, girls walking over to tables. A good looking girl came to our table asking me to dance. My coworker told her I was taken. Still trying to figure out what I was going to do she asked me to dance.
Not all girls wore underwear, not all girls kept their skirts around their legs, dancing skirts went high, exposing legs, butts, private parts. 'See' she said 'our happy place'. I danced, sort of. Still very uncomfortable a couple of girls next to me were making out. My coworker got close to me 'how about it? A first kiss?' I closed my eyes as she kissed me.
Dancing became more and more erotic, but no butt cheeks or shaved private parts. We left late, kissed in her car back at the office to pick up my car. I got home before my husband, brushed my teeth, went to bed but couldn't sleep. Guilt, embarrassed, scared at what I had done.
But my coworker had discovered just what kind of girl I was, on the second date we ended up in bed. My husband complained because I didn't do oral, now I did oral with her. Like something that held me back, the damn broken I couldn't get enough. My husband, if he was cheating, I couldn't tell. But he knew the first night. He threatened to leave me, to make up I got pregnant. He told me divorce if just once I let some guy screw me.
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