Cheating. Something I never imagined I would do. Why cheat?

I love my husband. What reason I would have to do that? And the answer was always none. I had no reason to cheat on my husband, but it happened.

I was thirty-two with two children and working as a nurse. After a busy year, the hospital I worked for hired more nurses to help, and I was in charge of their training. Among them was a young man, twenty-one years old, with a beautiful body and very intelligent. At the end of the training, they hired him and he started working in the same sector as me. We had a lot in common, so we soon became friends.

With the months passing by we got closer and we had deeper conversations but always platonic. He had a girlfriend at the time and always asked me for tips to please his girlfriend. I was very comfortable with him, and I always talked to him in a very open tone.

The biggest problem I had was identifying the line between platonic friendship and an emotional affair. I didn't think what I was doing was wrong. While we worked together, I liked to tease him saying that he was gay and that he liked the boys in our unit. He told me he could make me forget about my husband because he was very good and it all just brought us closer.

He started asking me about how to give his girlfriend a good oral sex and make sure he was giving her pleasure. I told him what I liked but that each woman likes it differently and he should talk to her to know what she liked.

We started talking outside of work. We worked at night so we’re lonely during the day, and he started asking very personal questions like what I liked sexually. I still thought about him as a great friend, I never thought of him romantically.

I remember him asking me what my biggest dirty secret was, and I told him it was at my college where I had a threesome with two of my friends. He started asking me what kind of underwear I was wearing under my scrubs and saying that I was a "milf".

One day, my husband had to go on a business trip and my friend called me, which was normal, but hearing his voice I knew he had been drinking. He complimented my appearance and then asked me what I was wearing. I didn't see any kind of harm in his question, and I replied that I was wearing a camisole and shorts because it was hot that day. He told me he was horny and that he was touching himself.

First, I thought it was a joke, but then I saw that he was serious. It was a little funny but exciting with all the compliments. He told me he looked at me when we were at work in the hospital. He imagined having sex with me in one of the call rooms where the doctors who work at night go to sleep. I blushed when he said that, but I felt it was getting wet.

He kept saying what he would do to me at work, how he would use his hands and his mouth. He told me he was hard and asked me if I was wet. It surprised me when I put my hands between my legs how wet I was. I had never had sex over the phone and I had no attraction to him so I didn't understand why I was so turned on.

He started saying dirty things for me to do on myself and what he was doing with his penis. At first, I got all embarrassed and told him I was doing the things he asked for, despite that being a lie. He asked me to say things to him, to start making moaning noises, and I did.

While I was moaning for him I got excited and finally touched myself. I felt so dirty but so good. I knew it was wrong, but it didn't feel wrong. It was just me touching and not him. It was like I was out of my body watching me do those things.

Soon his breathing became faster, and I knew he was having an orgasm. I was so wet and so horny, but I didn't let myself have an orgasm at that moment. He thanked me and said that we would see each other at work tomorrow. After he hung up, I started fantasizing about the things he said he would do to me and that made me have a very intense orgasm. I didn't sleep well that night because I knew what I had done was wrong, but I kept thinking about what would happen when we met at work.

For two weeks we talked normally, there was some flirtation but nothing compared to the phone sex. During one of our shifts at night, he brought me coffee and asked me if, at the end of the shift, I would give him a ride to his car. That was normal for him to ask because I had a parking space and he had to park on the other side of the block, but this time seemed different. I spent the last part of my shift thinking about it. I didn't want to express it, but I got excited about what could happen.

My shift ended, and he was waiting for me outside. We walked and while we were going towards my car, he suddenly said I had a beautiful ass and slapped it. At that moment I knew something would happen and I would let him.

When we got to my car, I opened the door, and he came up behind me and pressed himself on top of me. I arched my body a little and I could feel his hard penis. He went to the other side and got in the car. We talked a little about our shift and then he turned my face and we both moved at the same time to kiss.

We kissed for a while and I pushed him away when I realized what I was doing. When I saw that he had opened his pants and taken his penis out, I immediately forgot all my hesitation and went down on him.

He was moaning, and I whispered to him to be silent and I went back to suck him again. He asked me to stop for a while because he was about to cum. He asked me to see my breasts, so I lifted my top, and then he started staring for a while. He started touching and licking my breasts as if he had never seen one in his life. He then opened the buttons of my pants and slid his hands down to my panties. He rubbed me outside my panties until he realized I was wet, and then he slid a finger inside me. 

I stroked him because I wanted him to stay hard. All this time he kept saying that I was beautiful and hot and it made me crazy. I loved it hearing him say how much he wanted me, even more than the feeling of him touching me. He was very inexperienced and had no skills, but just thinking about what I was doing made me wet.

He pulled me on top of him, my breasts exposed and my pants were down, but I was still wearing my panties. His penis was rubbing on the outside of my panties, like up and down over my vagina and stomach. He told me all the time that I was beautiful and that he wanted me so much. For a while, I just thought I would rub him, but it was an instant decision to have sex with him.

I got up a little, pulled my panties aside and opened my vagina with my fingers, put myself on top of his dick and it went in so easily. I looked at him and said that he couldn't come inside me. I asked him if he understood and he said yes and I started riding him.

After about three minutes he said he was almost cumming so I got off him. At first, my intention was to just masturbate him until he came, but then I remembered that he could make a mess in the car. I thought that maybe it would be better if he came in my mouth, so I bent down and started sucking him again.

I felt his penis pulse in my mouth, so I sealed my lips around his penis. When the semen came out, I just kept my mouth closed and used my hand to masturbate him. It was a strange feeling to have another man's semen in my mouth after over ten years, but at that moment, I wanted to do it all.

When he stopped cumming, my mouth was full and there was another problem, I had nowhere to spit so the only way I found was to swallow it. When I got up with my mouth full, I just swallowed the semen. He looked at me and said, “Oh god,” and gave me a kiss, looked at me again and said, “I love you.” Yes, he said that. I pulled up my pants and put my top back on, drove to his car and he left.

We talked the other day, and I clarified that I would not leave my husband and children for him. That we were done and after that, we never talked about it again.

The sex itself was not good. He had a long but very thin penis which was very uncomfortable and the car didn't help much either. I liked it because it’s forbidden and wrong. I think if the sex was better or in a place with more space, maybe it would have become a full-blown affair.

We both got on with our lives, he got married and I continued my life with my husband.