I cheated on my wife only once, some three years back.
For little context, I am happily married for a long time, and I hang around places like this, for the sole reason of quenching my sexual thirst, without doing something stupid. I love her, we have a great life, both emotional and sexual, so I never wanted to let my desires push me into doing something I would later regret.
Now, three years back, we had this 20 year hs reunion, in my home town, and since here, it is custom not to bring your spouses, gfs, nor friends to these, the plan was for me and the wife to travel back there, where we own a small apartment, I would go to this function, and after that, we would spend a nice, prolonged weekend in my home town. Days before, she got the flu, and I had to go alone.
All of this was a beginning of a perfect storm. There was this woman there, a friend from that time. She had an older bf back in hs, but there was always some kind of tension between us, which culminated in me kissing her, back then, but she was the one to back off, because she had a bf. Got married to him right after hs, and well, she was there, looking marvelous. Beautiful, slim blonde in a little black dress, I don't need to go further into detail.
From the moment I got there, she was all over me, always by my side, laughing at my jokes, toasting me with drinks, holding my biceps, putting her hand on my back, things like that. When the reunion was over, someone suggested we should all go to the local club, for some dancing, and she took my hand, because she had problems walking in high heels, while boasting to everybody "that she got her hands on the best stud tonight".
Through out all of this, I was fighting my nature, while being hard as a rock. In the club, her hands were all over me, she was grinding, rubbing herself on me, grabbing my ass... Still, I wanted to evade this, tried thinking of my wife, wanting to just go away, but my nature was stronger.
She knew where my apartment was, and she insisted that it is on her way home, even though I knew it wasn't. When we got there, she invited herself for "just one more drink", and, I swear to God, I wanted to push her intoxicated ass away, but I didn't.
When we got in, well, the game was lost. I fucked her on the bed, without even taking our clothes off, in missionary. She just pulled her dress up, and I just pulled my pants down. She kissed me passionately, all the way through, while moaning loudly, and came really fast. I was right behind her, nutting inside her pussy.
When I got back my senses, I asked her if she is on the pill, and she just nodded yes. We cuddled for a while, which made me feel like garbage, since the thought how I never wanted to do such a thing, was running through my mind.
Before leaving, she thanked me, telling me that that night will always stay with us, as a reminder, what could have been, if she was wiser back then. And left.
The following days, week, years, were a torture for me. I lived in fear, that my wife will somehow find out, that my life would be ruined, for one night of pleasure. Nothing happened. Fear and regret started fading, and only few weeks back, I started looking back at that night, as something sexual, and exciting, remembering it in my solo fantasies.
And finally, I was ready to confess it to someone, and there is no place better for it, than this.
P.S. I know this isn't as exciting as most confessions here, but here it is.
