He told me to lie down. He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide. He looked at me naked, his cock pulsing. He got on top of me. He used his hand to rub the head of his cock against my pussy lips. I whimpered.

“Please…” I whispered. “Maybe we should…” I felt the tip of his bare penis pressed against me. “David. We should…”

Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. I am Christine and want to share my experience of

My First Time Cheating On My Husband

The morning light filtered through our bedroom curtains as I stood in front of the open suitcase on our bed. I kept flip-flopping on whether or not to pack this skimpy dress that I had just bought two days prior. It was a silver slinky dress that barely covered me, with spaghetti straps that left very little to the imagination. I usually dress pretty conservatively. Finally, I took a deep breath and slipped it inside my suitcase between a shirt and a formal skirt.

My husband Robert was already downstairs making coffee, completely unaware that I had bought that dress and that I was bringing it to the conference. The thought of wearing it fueled a mix of nerves and excitement. Today I would leave for the three-day business conference in Sacramento along with my boss and several co-workers, including that after-hours party, which I knew would be the perfect chance to wear that dress.

The dress was a silver silky deep sexy number with a plunging neckline that barely contained my breasts, high slits running up both thighs nearly to my hips, and a backless design with delicate chains — the kind of dress I had never worn before. I hadn’t told Robert I bought it or modeled it for him. He thinks I’m his professional, reliable, slightly uptight wife. But deep down, I wanted to feel desired again — powerful, sexy, alive.

I zipped the suitcase shut, took two deep breaths, and carried it downstairs. Robert made me breakfast, my favorite: toad in the hole, an egg in toasted bread. After breakfast and a long, deep kiss goodbye at the door, he told me, “Have a safe trip and call me later.” I smiled sweetly and replied, “I will,” then headed out.

At the conference, I sat nodding along, taking notes during the usual boring seminars. But as evening approached, the energy shifted. My coworkers and I were meeting tonight at the hotel lounge. I returned to my room to get ready and freshen up. In my own room, I stripped out of my conservative clothes. The mirror reflected my body — soft curves, natural skin with its little imperfections, the faint freckles across my chest.

I slipped into the silver dress. The cool silver silk felt delicious against my skin. With no bra and no panties, my nipples pressed against the sheer material as I adjusted the deep plunging top, which barely covered my breasts. With every step, the high slits exposed my hips. I almost changed my mind three times, but I decided to wear this ridiculously expensive dress. I left my hair down in loose waves, kept my glasses on, and added a touch of bold lipstick. I still felt naked.

My heart was beating fast as I stepped out of the elevator and crossed the hotel lobby into the bar lounge. Every step reminded me that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The silver dress moved against my skin, making my nipples perk up. What the hell am I doing? I thought, readjusting the deep V-neckline that barely contained my breasts. I felt completely nude, vulnerable, and turned on all at once.

Heads turned immediately. I noticed colleagues from other departments doing double-takes as I walked past. Their eyes traced the way the dress clung to my curves and showed my hips. One woman from accounting whispered to her friend. I thought, They can tell I’m not wearing panties. The dress is so short and the slits are so high that a misstep could flash everyone.

I made my way to the bar, trying to walk with as much confidence as I could. The bartender, a young guy, smiled and asked, “Ma’am, what can I get you?” I ordered a strong gin and tonic with lime. Two minutes later I was sipping it when I heard Mark, one of my coworkers, call my name and wave me over to a large table near the edge of the bar.

My boss David, Sarah from accounting, Bill, and Frank from sales were already seated. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked over. David stared openly at my cleavage, Sarah looked surprised and a little judgmental, and the guys looked me up and down from head to toe. The awareness that my ass and thighs were barely covered with each step made me self-conscious.

“Christine! You look… wow,” one of the guys said with a grin.

I smiled nervously and sat on the seat they had saved for me, right between David and Sarah. The dress rode up dangerously high as I sat, the cool chair pressing directly against my bare skin underneath. I crossed my legs quickly, but the slit still gaped open, so I readjusted it. David’s eyes moved over me.

The conversation flowed, drinks kept coming, and my nervousness slowly turned into confidence. I caught multiple glances from guys at other tables — some quick, some lingering — at my chest and legs.

Then Jake, one of the junior account managers, clapped his hands. “Come on, everyone! We need a group photo to remember this night. Christine, mind taking it?”

I nodded, pulled my phone out of my small purse, and stood up. We all gathered together — me positioned semi in the middle, David right behind me on one side. I held the phone up, arm extended, trying to get everyone in frame. “Okay, smile everyone!” I said, forcing a bright smile while my heart raced.

As I tapped the shutter button and the flash went off, I felt it — David’s warm hand gently resting on my bare hip, his fingers giving the softest squeeze where the dress was slit up on my hip. The touch was bold and possessive, sending an electric jolt straight between my legs. I didn’t pull away. The camera captured the moment: me smiling, the group laughing, and my boss’s hand secretly claiming a feel of my nearly bare ass.

The photo came out great. Everyone asked to see it, completely unaware of what had just happened beneath the frame. But I knew. The feeling of David’s hand lingering just a second longer before pulling away left me breathless.

The group kept ordering rounds. I was on my next gin and tonic, which was definitely helping me relax. However, I could feel the absence of panties more acutely now.

David sat closer, his knee brushing mine under the table. Every time our eyes met, he would give me a knowing smile. We were making jokes and swapping stories, but I was only half-listening because I kept thinking of David’s hand on my bare skin during the group photo. Does he now know that I am wearing this dress with nothing on underneath it?

Then the music changed. A slow song played, and some couples moved to the dance floor. David leaned in, whispering in my ear, “Christine, would you dance with me?”

My heart skipped. I nodded before I could overthink it. As he stood, Sarah shot me a disgusted look. David led me to the middle of the dance floor area. A few other couples were already swaying. It was very dimly lit. At first, his hand was on my waist, mine on his shoulder. He matched my rhythm, swaying with my hips. As David pulled me closer, I could feel his chest pressed against my breasts. My nipples became hard instantly. More than that, I could feel his thick erection grinding against my leg and pelvis. Oh god, I thought, my own heart pounding hard. I felt a little moisture between my legs. He’s hard because of me… because I’m basically naked against him.

But I didn’t pull away. I was filled with desire, fear, and guilt. Was I betraying my husband, Robert?

His hands slid against my bare skin, his fingers finding their way under the slits of my dress. Panicked thoughts hit me. What if someone sees how we are dancing? What if Robert ever finds out?

The song finally began to fade. The moment it ended, I stepped back. “David, that was really nice,” I said softly, giving him a flirty smile even though my voice was a little breathless. I needed air. I needed space before people started gossiping.

He looked disappointed but nodded. I excused myself quickly, stammering something about needing to freshen up, and headed toward the bathroom. I checked my makeup and put a little cool water on my face, then made my way back to the table. Every step in that dress amplified my body awareness. The high slits parted with each movement. I needed to readjust every other step so I wouldn’t flash my bare pussy or my ass. I was very aware of every pair of eyes that followed me. A group of guys at the bar turned their heads as I walked past. Frank glanced a little too long at my chest. Some of the women at one table looked disapprovingly at me. They all know how slutty this dress is, I thought. A mix of shame rushed over me. I knew Robert would die if he saw me like this.

I slid back into my seat, crossing my legs, which only made the slit on my dress ride higher up my thigh. The team was still chatting when David caught my eye again and gave me a lustful, flirty look. Bill suggested one more round, and before I could protest, a fresh round of drinks was ordered. As soon as the drinks arrived, I took a long drink of my gin and tonic, the alcohol running pleasantly down my throat.

After finishing most of it, I set the glass down with a thud and stood up slowly, readjusting the fabric over my hips as best I could. “I think I’m going to call it a night, everyone,” I said. “I need to get some sleep, so I’m fresh for tomorrow.” The group groaned playfully and wished me goodnight. I could feel their eyes on my ass and legs as I turned to leave — especially David’s.

To my surprise, David stood up too. “You know what? I’m going to call it a night as well,” he announced to the table. “Have fun. See you tomorrow.” He shook hands with Bill and Sarah and then rushed to catch up with me as we headed toward the exit of the lounge.

My heart was racing. I was very aware of how close he was standing next to me. I could smell his intoxicating cologne. I was still aroused from our dance and the way his erection had been against me. I could feel him watching me closely, so I swayed my hips and let my breasts bounce firmly with each step. I reached out and pressed the up button. I started thinking about Robert, my husband who was unaware that his wife was standing here in the sexiest, most revealing dress she’d ever worn, with her boss who had just been grinding his hard cock against her on the dance floor. Guilt mixed with arousal. My nipples were so hard, poking through the fabric.

The doors opened. We both stepped in. David stood close behind me.

The elevator doors closed. I just stood there, not moving. My dress felt impossibly thin. What am I doing? I thought frantically. Robert is probably texting me right now, thinking I’m safely in my room. I clutched my purse.

David looked at me with that intense stare. “What floor are you on, Christine?”

“Fifteen,” I answered softly.

He smiled slowly. “Would you like to see my room? It’s the penthouse suite. The view is amazing.”

I hesitated. My mind screamed at me to say no and go back to my room like a good wife. But the alcohol, the dance, and the way his body had felt against mine earlier… arousal built between my legs. “…Yes,” I said reluctantly.

His arm brushed mine as he reached forward and pressed the penthouse button. It was a quick ascent. I could feel his eyes roaming over me. I kept my hands tightly clasped on my purse. As we approached the penthouse door, David invited me inside. As I entered, he put his hand lightly on my bare back near the top curve of my ass, giving me goosebumps. He shut the heavy door behind us, and I heard him lock it. I’m alone with him now. No one knows I’m here.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked casually as he walked toward the bar area.

I nodded. “Yes… thank you.”

While he poured, I placed my purse down on the loveseat and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window. With a push of a button on the wall, the curtains automatically opened, revealing the city lights twinkling below. The view was amazing, but my mind flooded with guilt about Robert, my arousal from the situation, and how scantily dressed I was. David dimmed the lights, then approached from behind.

“You’ll see it even better when the lights are low,” he murmured as he handed me a glass of red wine.

As I sipped it, I looked into his eyes. He drank from his glass. “To an unforgettable night.”

I took a healthy sip.

Without another word, he took the glass from my hand and set both glasses down on a side table next to the bed. He came back, standing closer. “You look very beautiful tonight, Christine,” he said softly, his voice low, his eyes moving over my lips, my cleavage, and my body in the scandalous silver dress.

My breath caught. My heart hammered wildly. I could feel the heat between us just like during the dance. This is too far. I should leave. But… I wanted him to touch me. He leaned toward me, lips inches apart. I started to close my eyes as our lips just began to touch, but just then my phone started ringing loudly.

I knew without looking — it was probably Robert calling to check on me. I took a deep breath. “Excuse me.” I stepped away from David, picked up my purse, and grabbed my phone. It was my husband. Guilt slammed into me like a wave. I clicked the answer button.

Trying to sound normal, I said, “Hey honey…”

“Hey babe! How was the first night?” Robert’s familiar, warm voice filled my ear. He sounded relaxed, probably sitting at home watching YouTube.

“It’s… um, it went well, but a tad boring,” I said, my voice a little higher than usual. At that exact moment, I felt David’s hands on my hips from behind. His palms were warm as they pulled at the thin silver fabric, then explored my waist and the curve of my hips. Electricity ran up and down my spine. I quickly stammered into the phone, “Um, ah… how was your day?” trying to focus on the conversation while David’s fingers explored my hips and pulled me backward against him.

As I listened to Robert, David’s lips kissed the back of my neck. Gentle at first, then his hot breath sent electricity all the way down to my toes. “I’m sorry, can you just repeat what you just said? I think we have a bad connection, sweetie.” From behind me, I heard the swish of a tie being undone as David started to take off his shirt. This is so wrong… Once again his mouth kissed my neck. Robert said something I didn’t make out.

“I-I’m getting pretty tired,” I said, faking a yawn and trying to end the call. “Ah, mmm. It’s been a long day. I think, um, I’m just going to go to bed now. My phone is almost out of charge too, so I… ohh… should plug it in.”

But Robert kept talking, telling me about something he saw on YouTube.

David’s hands grew bolder. His hand slid around to my front, slipping under my dress while the other stayed on my hip. He cupped my left breast through the dress, gently kneading it. My nipple grew full and round. He continued kissing my sensitive neck. I could feel his erection pressing against my ass from behind. Robert’s voice continued in my ear: “and then they rode the train to…”

David hooked his fingers under the thin shoulder straps of my dress, slowly sliding them down off my shoulders and exposing more of my cleavage and the tops of my breasts, including my pink areolas. Fuck… he feels so good. But I should stop this… but I don’t want him to stop. Robert’s voice came again: “then on van life they traveled too…”

My breathing grew heavier as I felt the dress riding up dangerously high. The kissing on my neck and his hands on my breasts filled me with guilt, but it was overridden by desire.

It was strange to have my husband on the phone while my boss’s hands and mouth were on my body.

My voice was breathy as I spoke to Robert. “Yeah… I’m just, um, really exhausted, honey. Yeah, ah, long day of… of… of mmm networking…” David’s hands were driving me insane. While I stammered into the phone, he slowly slid one hand down my stomach and dipped under the front of the silver dress. His fingers slid over my bare, smooth pelvis and against my vagina. David’s fingers glided along my pussy lips. I covered my mouth to muffle a moan.

“Are you okay, honey?” Robert asked.

I nodded, then answered, “Yes, I just had a muscle spasm. Uh, mm, it’s gone now.” David’s fingers licked and started rubbing my clit. He stroked along my wet folds, teasing my pussy with light circles. Robert went back to telling me about a channel he watches. The heat of David’s body behind me and the electric pleasure shooting up from between my legs made my nipples rock hard and aching. Robert is right there on the line and my boss is fingering me.

“I, uh, ah, I really need to go, Robert,” I rushed out, my voice stammering. “Phone’s dying and I’m about to plug it in. Ohh… Love you… mmm, goodnight.” I barely waited for his reply before hanging up. David reached around, firmly took the phone from my hand, and tossed it onto the loveseat. I turned around. His eyes were full of lust as he pulled me close and kissed me. His tongue pressed into my mouth. I moaned softly as we kissed, my tits pressed against his chest. I enjoyed the taste of wine on his tongue, the hard cock pressing against me, and the way his hands firmly touched my back and ass.

He walked us backward toward the massive window. My back pressed against the cool glass, the city lights sprawling below us. Anyone with binoculars from a high floor across the way could have seen us. That thought made me even wetter.

He stepped back slightly, looking at me. Then his hands gripped the silver dress and slowly pulled it completely down my body. The spaghetti straps were already off my shoulders as the dress slid from my breasts — aroused and firm — down over my hips and dropped to the floor. I was completely naked, wearing only my heels and glasses in front of the window, with the city below me.

The cool glass pressed against my bare ass and back. He undid his belt and slacks, sliding them down. His erection bounced out, swollen and thick. It was the first time I saw David’s naked body. I was so aroused that my pussy flexed.

The dress lay crumpled around my feet. My body was exposed to the cool glass of the penthouse window… Robert would be heartbroken.

David stepped closer, his nude body pressing against mine. He kissed me again, this time passionately, his tongue circling mine. One of his hands gripped the back of my neck while the other slid to my breast, firmly rolling my full tit in his palm.

He stopped kissing, looked me in the eyes for a few seconds, then turned me around so I was facing the window, my body fully pressed against the cool glass. The surface made my nipples more erect. His hands roamed freely now, no hesitation. One hand stayed on my hip, squeezing, while the other moved lower, between my legs from behind.

His fingers rubbed my vagina. “You’re so wet for me,” he said into my ear. First one finger entered me, stroking, then two fingers, stretching my pussy. My moan sounded loudly in the suite. His thick fingers curled, rubbing inside me. Every stroke made me wetter. My thoughts fractured: This is wrong… so wrong… but I need it. I need him to fuck me.

While his fingers worked, he pressed himself against me, grinding the full length of his cock against my ass. I exhaled, fogging the glass. I arched my hips, moving with his rhythm. The pleasure built fast — a deep, throbbing ache. He pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty. He turned me and guided me gently down to my knees. He gripped his thick shaft, visibly throbbing. Without waiting, his other hand slid through my hair and guided my mouth to him.

It pressed against my lips. The head entered my mouth, and my tongue curled around it. His hands on my head controlled the pace, thrusting gently at first, once hitting the back of my throat and making me gag, which brought tears to my eyes. I held on to his hips and sucked him hungrily.

“Look at me,” he said. I looked up into his eyes while my lips and warm mouth gave his shaft firm, deep strokes. His body tightened as he started fucking my mouth quicker, his fingers in my hair. My breasts swayed firmly. Then he quickly pulled his penis out of my mouth. I prepared for semen to shoot on me, but instead he lifted me up, had me stand, and pulled me a few steps to the large bed.

He told me to lie down. He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide. He looked at me naked, his cock pulsing. He got on top of me. He used his hand to rub the head of his cock against my pussy lips. I whimpered.

“Please…” I whispered. “Maybe we should…” I felt the tip of his bare penis pressed against me. “David. We should…”

The bare head entered me and thrust hard, completely filling me. My eyes widened. I gasped for air and forgot what I was going to say. The full length of his cock was overwhelming. I gripped his back. “DAVID!” His member buried deep, he pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, making my body bounce. He fucked me hard, grabbing my wrists and pinning my hands above my head. His pelvis rubbed and smacked against mine. My breasts bounced and rolled on my chest. An orgasm hit me suddenly, rushing over me and crashing like a wave. My vaginal muscles clenched hard around his cock as I bucked my hips up against him wildly. David didn’t stop. I gripped him harder and moaned, “OOOOHHH FUCK, I AM CUMMING!!”

I could hear the slap of his body hitting mine. Then he drove his cock deep inside me and held it there. “OOOOHH GAWD, CHRISTINE!!”

His cock pulsed. I could feel several warm gushes of his cum splash deep inside me, flooding my pussy and spurting against my vaginal walls.

He kept his cock locked in place. My body trembled. My pussy clenched around his thick penis. He collapsed on me, breathing hard. Then he slowly pulled out. As he rolled off of me, I closed my legs. My clit was throbbing, my nipples very sensitive.

“Oh my… I… need to use the bathroom,” I said as I got off the bed.

The bathroom tile felt cold on my feet. I sat on the toilet. I could see myself in the mirror as I peed; my hair was a mess. Then I started to feel his cum dripping out of me — thick, white globs. I wiped slowly. My pussy felt swollen.

After I was clean, I walked back into the bedroom. I walked past the bed and bent down to pick up my silver dress from the floor.

David’s low, commanding voice stopped me. “Come back to bed, Christine. I’m ready for round two.”

He moved fast, slipping out of the bed and coming up behind me. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, then pulled my arms behind my back as he bent me over the edge of the bed. My breasts smashed into the cotton sheets, my hard nipples dragging against the fabric. He kicked my legs apart wide. With his free hand guiding his cock — hard and thick again — he pressed at my entrance. “David, we should use a condom,” I said. David either didn’t hear me or ignored me. He slid in. The fullness made me gasp. “Ooohhhh fuck!!” Aggressive, deep strokes. David was fucking me from behind. The sounds of each smack of his hips hitting against my ass filled the room. My body rippled from each thrust.

My arms pinned behind me made me feel out of control. Every brutal thrust made my breasts swing and my glasses slide down my nose. The wet, squelching sounds of his cock churning the cum already inside me made me extra slippery. “Mmmm… OOHH… aahhhh…”

My orgasm rushed through me, making my toes curl and my pussy spasm, squeezing snug around his cock. He groaned, “OooohhhFFUUCCKK!” slammed in deep, and came again, shooting a second warm, thick load into me. I felt it starting to run down my legs in tiny streams.

“Stay the night,” he murmured as he collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck while he softened inside me. Too exhausted to argue, I nodded.

We climbed into bed. His sweaty, muscular body spooned around mine as one hand cupped my breast. We fell asleep together, smelling of sex.

Seconds later, he was snoring lightly. I quietly disentangled myself from his arms. My entire body hurt in the best way possible — my pussy was raw, my thighs sticky. I slipped out of bed, found the dress on the floor, and quickly put it back on. I found my phone on the couch, stuffed it into my purse, and left without waking him, making sure the penthouse door didn’t make a sound as it shut behind me.

Once I was in my own room, my heart was racing. I noticed a warm, thin stream of semen leaking out of me and running down my inner thigh. I stripped and stepped into the shower. Hot water washed over my freshly fucked body. It cleansed me of the evidence, but not the memory. The steam, the smell of hotel soap, and the dryness inside my thighs — everything brought me back to what I had just done.

I felt completely drained. I crawled into bed and fell asleep.

That was the first time I had cheated on my husband, but it wasn’t the last.

The End