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When I decided to cheat on my husband I knew I didn't want to do it with just any guy. Glen is a wonderful man, he's faithful, sexy, and he's an awesome lover. I only wanted to cheat because we've been together for so long. It seems crazy, but I wanted to do something bad. People talk about a seven-year itch, well, Glen and I have been together twelve years. It's a long time to be with only one man.
At first it was just a decision I made: I was open to the possibility of having an affair. If the right man came along and the circumstances were right (meaning Glen would never have a clue) I knew I would jump at the chance. It was really just a fantasy I had, one I thought would probably never come true.
Everything changed when one of my girlfriends (I'll call her Shelly in this letter) told me she was having an affair with a guy she'd met online. She gave me all the details and her story was very intriguing. I wasn't surprised she had cheated, her husband was an ass and he was one of the first guys to have his name published in the papers for picking up hookers.
Anyway, she had found a hot college guy through an online dating service and she'd been fucking him regularly in a motel room for months. She said the sex was amazing and her husband had no idea. As she told me her story I couldn't help imagining myself in her shoes. She had a glow about her I hadn't seen in years. She was obviously very satisfied and I felt sort of dumb because I hadn't thought of doing something similar to fulfill my fantasy.
I didn't tell Shelly I was going to try it myself. I will never tell anyone what she told me, but I knew if I had an affair I would make sure it was a secret I'd carry to my grave. I love my husband too much. I'm only writing this letter because I have to tell someone or I'll go crazy. It took me a week to muster up the courage to try a dating site, but after joining I had a date within a few days.
I didn't go for a young guy like Shelly, and I purposely chose someone who lived more than an hour's drive away. I didn't want an affair. I just wanted a one-night stand with a guy who wasn't my husband. I chose Jarred, a rugged Harley driving bad boy who was almost the complete opposite of Glen in personality and looks. I suppose you could say I was slumming it, but my choice had nothing to do with how much money Jarred made. I wanted to be fucked by a man who appealed to my most basic desires, and after 'interviewing' more than two-dozen men online through email messages, Jarred seemed to be the best choice.
I was a little rushed to choose because Glen was going on a business trip, and it's not something he does very often. Everything worked out though. The second day Glen was away I drove out to see Jarred at his house. I was so nervous when I rang his doorbell my knees were shaking.
He answered the door with a warm smile and invited me in. Our eyes locked for a second and then we passed a glance at each other's body at the same time. What followed was total chemistry. I don't know why I've always been attracted to guys with long hair, but from the moment I met Jarred face to face I wanted him to rip my clothes off and fuck me on the floor.
He surprised me by being very polite and we talked for about an hour over some wine. He was very intelligent and we actually had a lot in common. When the conversation turned to sex I felt my pussy get wet in anticipation. I was dying for him to make a move and when he awkwardly reached out and touched my hair I grabbed his hand and pulled him close. We kissed, and he remarked that he loved a woman who knew what she wanted. It was a very sexy moment.
From there we ripped each other's clothes off and he fucked me on his couch. As we'd talked about on the Net, he brought out a blindfold and got me to put it on. I love the idea of giving myself to a total stranger, and the blindfold enhanced the feeling of submission and increased every tactile sensation. It wasn't loving sex, it was a hard fuck between two sex crazed people. He used me and I used him. The experience made me feel dirty and I loved it. My mind was reeling the whole time with thoughts about Glen and what he would think if he ever found out. I had so many orgasms I lost count at four.
I got dressed while Jarred was sleeping, exhausted from our sex marathon. I left without saying goodbye and I haven't seen him since. I don't know if I'll ever do anything like that again, but I have a new self-confidence I will carry with me for the rest of my life. I know I chose the right man to marry, but now I feel like I've been able to have my cake and eat it too.
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