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I never imagined the events that would transpire over a drink with a friend. It would change the course of my life, and my marriage for the better. Almost a decade together with lies and unsure feelings would all come out in the span of four days. Had I not decided to go out and spend time with an adult, there is no telling where my marriage would be today. Sure, I loved him, but something was missing and created a void. I had felt it for years but until this hot August night, I had no Idea what it was.
Andrea’s Story
Chapter 1
Wednesday, August 14th
I pulled out of the driveway and was relieved to finally spend some time with an adult. Ever since moving to Ohio with my husband, Jason, I only had one other person above the age of 10 that I was able to spend time with. For a while, my friend Kim and I would do Buti yoga, but after her nasty divorce from her husband we stopped going. Every Wednesday night used to be my time to decompress and I was really missing it.
After some of our Yoga sessions we would go to a bar across the street. It was small and had reasonably priced glasses of wine. This evening though I was not going out with the girls, but with a guy named Dave whom I met through work. I work as an account director for an online scheduling service for financial wholesalers. Dave was one of our clients and I met up with him one time before when we first brought him on as a client.
Since our first meeting we kept in touch via text. He was always polite and professional, and our conversations never crossed a line. Therefore, I chose him to hang out with. He also was the only adult I really knew, male or female.
The fact that he was male did cross my mind which is why I chose to tell Jason that I was going out with some friends from yoga and not that I was going out with a guy. I also did not tell him because he could be rather jealous. The first time I met Dave, I wore a short dress. I sent a picture to Jason and he became upset over it. He told me that I looked hot and that Dave probably wanted to do me because of it. I thought Jason was full of shit and in talking with Dave, he never showed any interest in me other than as work acquaintances. He was safe and I needed to spend time with someone that did not want to discuss Paw Patrol over chicken nuggets. Jason was at work and would be home late and my dad was watching our daughter.
I pulled up to the bar about 730pm and did a final check of my make up in the mirror. I then headed inside and found Dave sitting at the bar. He stood at 6ft 3 and was dressed in a button-down shirt and jeans. I never really “checked him out” before but I must admit that he looked nice. He was a bit older than me and I honestly found nothing about him attractive. He wasn’t ugly, just not what I go for.
Upon seeing me he motioned for me to sit down next to him and ordered me a glass of Chardonnay. He remembered from our talks that I loved that wine. We quickly dived into the small talk. He was easy to talk to and even though this was only our second time in person, it felt like I was with an old friend. It felt amazing to be able to talk to adults again. Since moving to Ohio, I had been working from home. When our daughter was a year old, I quit my job to be a stay at home mother. A few short months after that we moved to Ohio where my husband had grown up. I didn’t have any friends my age that weren’t linked Jason in anyway. He had great friends here, but it was different because they weren’t my friends.
The next few hours blurred by and I honestly cannot recall much of it but can tell you that it was several glasses of wine later. I wasn’t drunk but let’s just say things were a little blurry at this point. I checked my watch and it was already 1030pm. I had told my dad that I would be back no later than 11. It was time that I started to head home because I knew my daughter was probably driving my dad insane and not going to sleep.
When I looked up, Dave’s face was close to mine. Suddenly, he went in to kiss me. I felt his wet lips on mine. I didn’t stop him right way though. Time seemed to freeze, and I just kissed him back. I really wasn’t thinking about the fact that I was making out with another guy. It was nice to feel wanted and the wine was honestly clouding my judgement.
It wasn’t until Dave put his hand on my thigh that made me break the kiss. It was warm and stronger than I would have imagined, and it brought a dread of guilt over me as I remembered on my first date with my husband when he touched my leg. I was pissed at Jason that day, but I wasn’t with Dave. If I wasn’t married, I would have let Dave go farther. I broke our kiss and excused myself to the restroom. I had to leave that situation before things got out of hand.
In the bathroom I splashed some cool water on my face and had to regroup. My buzz from the wine was starting to wear off and the reality was starting to set in. I had just kissed a guy who was not my husband. And to make it worse, I didn’t stop him, and I wanted more. When Dave put his hand on my thigh, I noticed that my pussy began to drip. He caught me when I was ovulating, and biology wanted to have sex. It was time for me to leave.
I walked back out and told Dave that I needed to get home. He politely paid our bill and insisted on walking me out to the car. Part of me was pissed and wanted him to leave me alone, but a larger part of me wanted him to stay with me and was not ready to go home.
Dave walked me to my car, opened the door for me and I was about to get in, he placed a hand on my shoulder, spun me around, pressed me against the car and started to kiss me again. Our tongues danced together as we made out. I was aware of the hand on my inner thigh that was steadily moving toward my groin. The scene was raw and hot. My heart was bounding out of my chest, my knees were weak and if Dave had not pressed me against the car, I probably would have fallen over. My pussy was extremely wet, and I could feel it starting to run down my leg.
Suddenly, something was in my vagina. Dave was fingering me. I had no idea how his fingers found their way in. My last recollection of his hand was on my thigh. Now they were up my dress with my panties pulled to the side. My pussy throbbed and I started to moan softly. I could feel an orgasm start to build, but suddenly, reality came crashing back down on me. I no longer felt the same heat and raw emotion as before, now I was being choked with dread.
I broke the kiss and pushed Dave away from me. He stopped what he was doing and apologized profusely for what he had done. I didn’t say anything to him as I got into my car and quickly drove away. I was shaking so bad; I could barely keep my feet still to operate the pedals. My stomach was soured and for a few moments I thought I was going to vomit. Once I was out of site of the bar, I pulled over into a gas station and started to collect myself.
I was keenly aware of how horny I was. I had several guys hit on me in the past after I started dating Jason and I had been easily able to shut them all down. This was the first time that I truly felt like I couldn’t. I didn’t even think Dave was hot. I needed to talk to Jason, it was already 1115 and he should have been off work. I called him twice and both times it went to voicemail. Hearing his voice made me sick as he told me to leave a message. I just cheated on my husband!
I finally stopped shaking and continued my drive home. I kept thinking about Dave’s fingers in me which led me to thinking about what could have happened had I not stopped him. My pussy was throbbing, and I truly wanted to have Dave fuck me. It wasn’t about love; it was just that I purely wanted to have sex. I wanted to be thrown up against a wall and to made love to roughly. It just wasn’t like that with Jason. I had to take my panties off at the next stop light because they were soaked. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this wet.
The sound of the phone ringing over the car speakers broke my thoughts. I looked at the dash and saw Jason’s name along with his picture. I answered it.
“Hey babe, how was your night?”
“It was good, what are you doing?”
“On my way home from work, I had a late call. Sucks that I won’t be home until midnight and then I have to go back in the morning,” always complaining about something.
He asked me what I did with the girls and if I had fun. I told him that we just had a few drinks, talked about Yoga, and that I did have fun. The whole time I was fighting back the urge to puke as I lied to him. Then the anger took over me. I became suddenly enraged at him. This was his fault for not treating me right, not listening to me all these years. He has also done things that were unfaithful like talking about previous sex experiences with exs on multiple occasions, even as recently as a year ago. “Fuck him,” I said in my head. I didn’t want to be on the phone with him anymore, so I told him that I just called to see if he got off work and hung up.
When I got home, I showered, got into my PJs and then climbed into bed. I didn’t say a word to him. I was replacing my guilt with anger because it was easier. I just wanted to go to sleep and forget this night never happened.
Andrea’s Story
Chapter 1
Wednesday, August 14th
I pulled out of the driveway and was relieved to finally spend some time with an adult. Ever since moving to Ohio with my husband, Jason, I only had one other person above the age of 10 that I was able to spend time with. For a while, my friend Kim and I would do Buti yoga, but after her nasty divorce from her husband we stopped going. Every Wednesday night used to be my time to decompress and I was really missing it.
After some of our Yoga sessions we would go to a bar across the street. It was small and had reasonably priced glasses of wine. This evening though I was not going out with the girls, but with a guy named Dave whom I met through work. I work as an account director for an online scheduling service for financial wholesalers. Dave was one of our clients and I met up with him one time before when we first brought him on as a client.
Since our first meeting we kept in touch via text. He was always polite and professional, and our conversations never crossed a line. Therefore, I chose him to hang out with. He also was the only adult I really knew, male or female.
The fact that he was male did cross my mind which is why I chose to tell Jason that I was going out with some friends from yoga and not that I was going out with a guy. I also did not tell him because he could be rather jealous. The first time I met Dave, I wore a short dress. I sent a picture to Jason and he became upset over it. He told me that I looked hot and that Dave probably wanted to do me because of it. I thought Jason was full of shit and in talking with Dave, he never showed any interest in me other than as work acquaintances. He was safe and I needed to spend time with someone that did not want to discuss Paw Patrol over chicken nuggets. Jason was at work and would be home late and my dad was watching our daughter.
I pulled up to the bar about 730pm and did a final check of my make up in the mirror. I then headed inside and found Dave sitting at the bar. He stood at 6ft 3 and was dressed in a button-down shirt and jeans. I never really “checked him out” before but I must admit that he looked nice. He was a bit older than me and I honestly found nothing about him attractive. He wasn’t ugly, just not what I go for.
Upon seeing me he motioned for me to sit down next to him and ordered me a glass of Chardonnay. He remembered from our talks that I loved that wine. We quickly dived into the small talk. He was easy to talk to and even though this was only our second time in person, it felt like I was with an old friend. It felt amazing to be able to talk to adults again. Since moving to Ohio, I had been working from home. When our daughter was a year old, I quit my job to be a stay at home mother. A few short months after that we moved to Ohio where my husband had grown up. I didn’t have any friends my age that weren’t linked Jason in anyway. He had great friends here, but it was different because they weren’t my friends.
The next few hours blurred by and I honestly cannot recall much of it but can tell you that it was several glasses of wine later. I wasn’t drunk but let’s just say things were a little blurry at this point. I checked my watch and it was already 1030pm. I had told my dad that I would be back no later than 11. It was time that I started to head home because I knew my daughter was probably driving my dad insane and not going to sleep.
When I looked up, Dave’s face was close to mine. Suddenly, he went in to kiss me. I felt his wet lips on mine. I didn’t stop him right way though. Time seemed to freeze, and I just kissed him back. I really wasn’t thinking about the fact that I was making out with another guy. It was nice to feel wanted and the wine was honestly clouding my judgement.
It wasn’t until Dave put his hand on my thigh that made me break the kiss. It was warm and stronger than I would have imagined, and it brought a dread of guilt over me as I remembered on my first date with my husband when he touched my leg. I was pissed at Jason that day, but I wasn’t with Dave. If I wasn’t married, I would have let Dave go farther. I broke our kiss and excused myself to the restroom. I had to leave that situation before things got out of hand.
In the bathroom I splashed some cool water on my face and had to regroup. My buzz from the wine was starting to wear off and the reality was starting to set in. I had just kissed a guy who was not my husband. And to make it worse, I didn’t stop him, and I wanted more. When Dave put his hand on my thigh, I noticed that my pussy began to drip. He caught me when I was ovulating, and biology wanted to have sex. It was time for me to leave.
I walked back out and told Dave that I needed to get home. He politely paid our bill and insisted on walking me out to the car. Part of me was pissed and wanted him to leave me alone, but a larger part of me wanted him to stay with me and was not ready to go home.
Dave walked me to my car, opened the door for me and I was about to get in, he placed a hand on my shoulder, spun me around, pressed me against the car and started to kiss me again. Our tongues danced together as we made out. I was aware of the hand on my inner thigh that was steadily moving toward my groin. The scene was raw and hot. My heart was bounding out of my chest, my knees were weak and if Dave had not pressed me against the car, I probably would have fallen over. My pussy was extremely wet, and I could feel it starting to run down my leg.
Suddenly, something was in my vagina. Dave was fingering me. I had no idea how his fingers found their way in. My last recollection of his hand was on my thigh. Now they were up my dress with my panties pulled to the side. My pussy throbbed and I started to moan softly. I could feel an orgasm start to build, but suddenly, reality came crashing back down on me. I no longer felt the same heat and raw emotion as before, now I was being choked with dread.
I broke the kiss and pushed Dave away from me. He stopped what he was doing and apologized profusely for what he had done. I didn’t say anything to him as I got into my car and quickly drove away. I was shaking so bad; I could barely keep my feet still to operate the pedals. My stomach was soured and for a few moments I thought I was going to vomit. Once I was out of site of the bar, I pulled over into a gas station and started to collect myself.
I was keenly aware of how horny I was. I had several guys hit on me in the past after I started dating Jason and I had been easily able to shut them all down. This was the first time that I truly felt like I couldn’t. I didn’t even think Dave was hot. I needed to talk to Jason, it was already 1115 and he should have been off work. I called him twice and both times it went to voicemail. Hearing his voice made me sick as he told me to leave a message. I just cheated on my husband!
I finally stopped shaking and continued my drive home. I kept thinking about Dave’s fingers in me which led me to thinking about what could have happened had I not stopped him. My pussy was throbbing, and I truly wanted to have Dave fuck me. It wasn’t about love; it was just that I purely wanted to have sex. I wanted to be thrown up against a wall and to made love to roughly. It just wasn’t like that with Jason. I had to take my panties off at the next stop light because they were soaked. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this wet.
The sound of the phone ringing over the car speakers broke my thoughts. I looked at the dash and saw Jason’s name along with his picture. I answered it.
“Hey babe, how was your night?”
“It was good, what are you doing?”
“On my way home from work, I had a late call. Sucks that I won’t be home until midnight and then I have to go back in the morning,” always complaining about something.
He asked me what I did with the girls and if I had fun. I told him that we just had a few drinks, talked about Yoga, and that I did have fun. The whole time I was fighting back the urge to puke as I lied to him. Then the anger took over me. I became suddenly enraged at him. This was his fault for not treating me right, not listening to me all these years. He has also done things that were unfaithful like talking about previous sex experiences with exs on multiple occasions, even as recently as a year ago. “Fuck him,” I said in my head. I didn’t want to be on the phone with him anymore, so I told him that I just called to see if he got off work and hung up.
When I got home, I showered, got into my PJs and then climbed into bed. I didn’t say a word to him. I was replacing my guilt with anger because it was easier. I just wanted to go to sleep and forget this night never happened.
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