Bored And Lonely
I'd always thought I'd never be the type of person to cheat, but when my boyfriend went on vacation with his folks I decided to have some fun of my own with a guy I'd met on the Internet. It was part boredom and part revenge, it didn't seem fair that Aaron would be in Mexico probably fucking some rich slut while I worked my ass off in a department store trying to save money for school.
We'd been going out for almost a year and I'd met Aaron on online dating service, but at the same time I'd met him there was another guy I was interested in who I never got to meet in person. His name was Paul and he wasn't rich like Aaron, or as muscular, but he seemed very intelligent and extremely sexy. I'd never really thought of him as the type of guy I'd like to date for a long time, which is why I ended up choosing Aaron. The rest is history.
Three weeks in Mexico is a long time. I don't care what anyone says, even though Aaron phoned every other day I was very put off that he hadn't cut his vacation short or worked something out with me so I could come along. I held out from logging on to the Internet for the first week to see if Paul was still single, but I caved when I had a particularly bad day at work and heard news that my tuition was going up next term.
I was very relieved to find out Paul was still around, and it was nice to have someone listen to my problems. I don't bitch about stuff very often, but when I need to vent I have to let it out or I know I'll go crazy. I told Paul everything, including how jealous I was that Aaron was on a wonderful vaction all by himself, and he seemed to understand.
When Paul asked me out on a date I accepted knowing full well I was going to cheat on Aaron. I didn't care. Paul knew I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to leave Aaron, but he understood that too. Well, he's a guy, he just wanted to get laid, but he was a cool guy and I was a very rejected and lonely girlfriend.
My date with Paul turned out to be incredible. I'd forgotten how much fun it is to go out with someone new. We went to a small carnival that was in town and it was a perfect place to get to know each other. We played some games, rode a roller coaster and a ferris wheel, ate some cotton candy, all the fun stuff to do at a place like that. He made me forget about everything that was troubling me, and every minute we were together the sexual tension between us increased.
Paul is a carpenter and he works on expensive houses for a contractor. After a few hours at the carnival he suggested giving me a tour of one of the houses he was working on and I readily went along. It was late, but he had a key and said he wanted to show me this one because it was all done in oak. He does the finishing stuff: banisters, borders, and custom cabinets, that sort of thing.
The house was almost done and it was gorgeous. It's the sort of home that gives you a sense of awe when you walk through the front door. It was beautiful. Paul gave me the full tour, showing me details in the interior woodworking and telling me what was easy to do and what was hard. I was very impressed.
Things heated up on the tour when he showed me the master bedroom. I would have fucked him right there if it had a bed. Instead I waited until we were on the stairs and then I kissed him so hard he fell back onto them, sitting down in front of me conveniently placing his crotch at eye level. Without giving him much warning I undid his belt and pulled his cock out. He smiled and I don't think I've ever seen a guy look so happy.
We ended up doing it right there on the stairs… and then on the floor… and then on the stairs again. He was an amazing lover (better than Aaron ever was) and his cock was fucking huge. He knew just how to use his hands too, fondling my breasts or tweaking my nipples at the right moment to heighten my arousal throughout the entire time we fucked, which was at least an hour and a half. I was so tired when I got home that night I fell asleep on my couch without taking my clothes off. I felt sort of tipsy, but I hadn't been drinking. I was drunk with lust for Paul.
We ended up going out four times in the two weeks we had before Aaron got back from Mexico, and every time we met we did less dating stuff and jumped right into fucking. It was hard for me to choose between the two men when the time came, but I went back to Aaron, he's a good guy and I love him. The funny thing is Paul understood. I don't thing he's ready for any kind of commitment, as I suspected he's the type of guy to have some fun with and not much else.
I interrogated Aaron about everything he did in Mexico and I caught some inconsistencies in his stories. I believe he cheated on me, and if I hadn't cheated on him the information would have been devastating to my self-esteem. I'm fairly certain he has just as many suspicions about what I was up to while he was gone, but it doesn't seem to bother him very much either. It's hard to explain why, but now I think our relationship is stronger than ever. I'm glad I had an affair with Paul; he helped me through a rough time.
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