The return home was hard. Fear of the unknown took over me. Anguish of coming home and seeing my husband consumed me. Guilt, remorse, and fear flooded my mind. Was that the price of infidelity?

I couldn’t go home in this state. He would know right away that something was wrong. I decided that spending the night in a hotel would be better. That time alone would be good for me to put my thoughts in order. I took a deep breath and called my husband. I told him I would spend the night at my best friend’s house because she was not feeling well. It was normal for me to sleep at her house sometimes because it is close to my work.

Upon entering the hotel room, all I wanted was a bath. I filled the tub and undressed. When I took off my panties, I saw a stain. It was probably his sperm. Looking at myself in the mirror and wondered what happened. I vowed never to do that again. I swore to be strong, but I couldn’t fight desire and lust.

I got into the bathtub and closed my eyes, wondering what to do next. So many doubts. After a while, I calmed down. The warm water gave me a feeling of relief and peace. While my eyes were closed, I remembered that moment. The touch of his hands on my body. The delicious perfume and his passionate kiss. His soft lips were incredible. The ambient light, the warm water and the desire for more were the perfect formula to excite me.

I had masturbated thinking about Robert before, but this time it was different. What used to be only fantasy was now a reality. It was amazing how my body responded to my desires for him. It felt like the flame of my sexuality was burning again. My clitoris was sensitive, and my nipples were erect. My body responded with pleasure to my touch. The memory of his tongue running through my vagina and his cock pulsing inside me left me breathless. And finally, orgasm. My muscles contracted, and my legs went numb for a few seconds. It was like fireworks.

After that orgasm, sleeping was much easier, but I would still have to face reality and the consequences of it. It was Saturday. The weekend had started and I would have to go home. During the trip back, I thought of several excuses, but the fear of my husband not believing existed.

When I got home, everyone was already awake. My children came to me with hugs and kisses. My husband was in the kitchen preparing lunch. I went to him and hugged him. He turned and gave me a kiss. He looked normal, which made me believe that he knew nothing.

Our day was normal. I was much more affectionate with my husband, perhaps because of the guilt I was feeling. Like making up for the mistakes I had made. Despite being with my husband, Robert did not leave my mind.

After dinner, I went to take a shower. During this, I started thinking about what I was going to do. An affair that used to be a crazy idea was now very tempting. After we went to bed, I knew that my husband would try something. At first, I was afraid that the affair was going to affect my marriage, but that night I wanted my husband even more. I still think it was because of the guilt, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying it.

We talked for a while. I was much calmer, and I was in control of my emotions. He touched my body and kissed me. I accepted his advances and climbed on top of him. He was a little surprised because I was always very submissive in bed. Shirtless and at the mercy of my advances, I gave him an intense and somewhat erotic kiss. It was instantaneous. I soon felt his penis getting erect and resting on my panties, already wet with desire. I left his mouth and went down his body, kissing each part of his chest until I approached his penis.

When I got between his legs, I pulled off his underwear and his hard penis appeared. I took it, gave it a few strokes and a light kiss on the tip. I looked at him and realized that this confused him. Not in a bad way, but because of what I was doing. I was never a fan of blowjobs, and that was my second in less than two days.

I opened my mouth, and I went all down. I had almost no experience, but I thought it was going well. His moans of pleasure soon echoed in my mouth as I started sucking on him. I increased the intensity and used a hand to masturbate him while I sucked. He soon told me to stop. It was so intense that I had almost made him come. I’m glad he stopped me because I wasn’t a big fan of sperm.

He pulled me on top of him, and I couldn’t even get my panties off. I just pulled them aside, took his penis and put it inside me. As I rode him, memories of that night of sex with Robert surfaced in my mind. Suddenly a night of sex with my husband turned into a fantasy where he was no longer present.

I must have been so excited because it didn’t last three minutes, and I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I got off him. He kissed me and went to sleep. I stayed awake thinking, wondering if this is going to be my life. Imagining another man while I made love with my husband. But the hardest part was not to compare the two, because I didn’t know if I would like the answer.

Monday soon arrived. This would be the first time that I would see Robert since our “incident.” I was very nervous because we had crossed the only limit that we promised not to cross. More doubts than answers appeared in my mind.

I was so nervous about all this that I ended up arriving much earlier at work. To my surprise, he was already there. There was no one around, so I approached him and we hugged. To my surprise, it was not strange or embarrassing. It was good and right. None of us brought up the affair during work, but I knew it was something we couldn’t ignore. This conversation should happen.

After working hours, I went to him and asked if we could talk. He said yes and asked me to go to a coffee shop nearby. When we got there, we sat down and stayed silent. I don’t think any of us knew what to do. I broke the silence and asked him what we were thinking. He looked me right in the eye and asked me, “did you regret it? “

“No,“ I answered. I had every reason in the world to repent and stop right there. The problem was, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more. Like me, he told me he hadn’t stopped thinking about that night. We both knew that if this was going to continue, we should be more careful. Throughout our conversation, all I wanted to do was jump on him, and make out like the world was going to end.

He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere quieter, which I knew was not his only intention because the cafeteria was empty. I knew it meant sex. I knew, and I wanted it too.

Neither of us had anywhere to go, so he rented a hotel room. Upon entering the room, we soon started kissing, and when I realized, we were already in bed. I was wearing a casual blouse and jeans. I don’t know why, but his smell always drove me crazy. He took off my shirt while he kissed my mouth. I was wearing a black bra and panties. Soon I took off his shirt, and I could see his sexy body.

I stopped for a moment and told him that there wouldn’t be any penetration. What we did was risky because I was not on birth control. My husband had a vasectomy after the birth of our children, so there was no need, but now we had to be careful. This didn’t stop us from having fun. I unzipped his pants, took off his already hard penis, and started sucking it. His moans of pleasure drove me crazy because it was the certainty that he was enjoying it.

He stopped me and said he wanted to lick me. I lay on the bed, already taking off my jeans. He pulled out my panties and raised both my legs. I just felt his tongue slide over my entire vagina. I don’t know if it was the excitement, but the feeling was so strong. I felt that I was going to have an orgasm. My legs were numb, my breathing labored, and my entire body was shaking with pleasure.

He stood up, and his penis was still hard. After I composed myself, I went to him. He bent down and gave me a passionate kiss. I told him to let me know when he was going to come, and then I went back to sucking him while I played with his balls. I had never done it before and it was very exciting. It didn’t take long for him to let me know he was coming. I stopped sucking and masturbated him. He came so much falling on my breasts and my stomach. So hot. So erotic.

We still had some time. We talked about our future. Once again, I clarified that I would not leave my family for him, and that it should stay between us. He asked me about what we were going to do to make sex safer. We agreed to use condoms for a while. In the meantime, I was going to come up with a birth control method that was safe, but that I also could hide. We both also agreed to do STD tests just to clear up any doubts.

There we were. A forbidden love. Founded on secrets and lies. Two men, two lives, and two loves. Here began the story of an affair that I never looked for, but changed my life.