This is a story of pure fiction of lust and cheating. Please read "The Conference" to understand this story. If you are not into cuckolding and cheating wives, please click a different story. Enjoy!
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Erica got home from the conference in Richmond, and although emotionally torn from her affair, was soon was back into the routine of kids and chores. She had made love to her husband the night she returned, however it was still very much the same...missionary, cum together, go to sleep.
Erica tried to put Mark out of her mind. She wanted what happened at the conference to be her dirty little secret. However, as the days went by and life became more routine, she could not help but think about her sultry weekend with Mark. Yes, she had some guilt, but she also realized how much she enjoyed being with Mark.
Their one night of pleasure was exquisite in her mind. Even the forced anal sex made her get wet with the thought. Although she had resisted his anal advances at first, she relished the thought that another man had shot his cum inside her vagina and ass. She had never been with another man other than her husband and now, in one night, she had let another man orgasm in her pussy and ass.
A few weeks later things Erica was rocked out of her routine when she received a text message. It was from Mark. He was going to be in DC for a conference and wondered if they could "see" each other. Erica did not respond, her brain a swirling mass of emotions.
"DC? That's a good way away from here..." She thought, considering his request, not able to stop herself.
Erica came to her senses, cursing herself. "NO!! This is behind me...it was wrong...I need to move on!"
A couple days passed, but she could not stop thinking about Mark's text. Her mind began to churn and that night, despite herself, she messaged him back.
A few seconds later, a text popped up on her phone. It was Mark, saying that he would be staying at a Hilton in Arlington for the week. They traded a few more texts which got more flirtatious as they went on. She was finishing up a text when her husband walked into the bedroom and she quickly hit the 'send' button and then the 'home' button on her phone and put it face down on her nightstand.
"Hey hon." Her husband said, walking to the bathroom.
"Hey." Erica replied, smiling, but really wanting to look at her phone on the nightstand.
He went into the bathroom and closed the door. Erica quickly picked up her phone and unlocked it. There was a new text from Mark.
"Hope to see you soon!" it read.
Erica climbed in bed with her husband. Soon he was off to sleep but she was too worked up to sleep. She lay there, thinking about where this was all heading. There was only one week until the conference, and Erica was torn. She gave up trying to figure this all out tonight, and sleep finally overtook her.
The next day another text popped in.
"I really, really, really hope to see you soon!" with a winking emoji attached to it.
Erica paused, then texted back, "Me too...", with a heart emoji after it.
Soon, Erica had a plan falling into place. She would tell her husband that her girlfriend was flying into DC and was staying there, and she was going up to visit her and crash at her hotel for the night.
Her husband bought it. She texted Mark and told him she would meet him Tuesday evening.
Soon it was the weekend before the conference. Erica texted Mark and made sure she had the right hotel and room number. It felt like the days could move no slower, but Tuesday finally arrived, and she kissed her husband and kids good-bye. She had butterflies in her stomach.
"Have a great visit with Jenn!" her husband said.
"Oh, I will!" She replied, then thought to herself, "If he only knew..."
Dressed in her nicest pair of black, form fitting slacks and a stylish white sweater, she put her overnight bag into her car and drove north. Traffic on I-95 was terrible, as usual. Many times, her conscience told her to turn back, and once she almost took an exit off the interstate, but she resisted.
After several traffic jams, she finally made it to Arlington, and used her phone to find the hotel. Parking in the hotel garage, she got out with her small overnight bag and went to the elevators and pushed "8". The elegantly appointed elevator was a huge contrast to the dingy, dank parking garage.
She was on her way.