My name is Rain, and I’ve been married for eight years to a wonderful man named Ethan.
In that time I have never cheated on my husband.
Until recently, that is.
I want to make it clear that I don’t go to bars or go online to dating sites or ‘cheater’ sites.
My cheating has only been in situations related to my interior decorating business.
It started when I was asked to decorate for a new client.
If it were not for a particular chain of events, I wouldn’t be writing this, but the circumstances led to me participating in several organized gang bangs, where I had sex with several men at once.
Now, before you label me as a whore, I don’t go out looking for sex or hang out with the local football-loving frat boys.
I am educated with a career that I love.
I am a good, loving wife to my husband.
We have a good marriage.
It’s just that circumstances led to a sexual encounter that changed my life forever…
for the better.
At first I felt very guilty at cheating on my husband.
But not guilty enough to stop doing it again.
And again…
and again.
I will get into the details in a moment, but first I want to explain how I met my husband.
Ethan and I met by chance in our final year of college.
Since we had different majors, me in Biology, Ethan in Economics, our paths never crossed much, until a mutual friend invited us to a party one cold February night.
I still remember Ethan’s first words as he approached me at the refreshment table: “Stay away from the shrimp,” he said, with a serious expression on his face.
“Why?
Has it gone bad?” I replied, curious.
Ethan was slightly above average height, with medium brown hair, and a fairly athletic build.
A swimmer’s build, you might say.
“No, it’s because I like shrimp, and if you eat them all I’ll have to spank you.” In this politically correct world, especially at college, quite a few women might have been offended at his remark, but I found it exciting.
A prior boyfriend of mine liked to spank me, and I enjoyed it even more than he did.
My last boyfriend was plain vanilla sexually, and I promised myself that my next partner had to have a little kink in him.
“I’m Ethan,” he smiled, extending his hand.
“Jennie,” I replied.
Our handshake lasted much longer than necessary, our eyes locked, both of us smiling.
“So, you think girls like to be spanked?” I asked.
“Ninety percent of them love it,” Ethan replied as he put some cheese on his paper plate.
“And the other ten percent?” I asked.
“The other ten percent can’t bring themselves to admit that they want it.
They think it demeans them as feminists, or they are too repressed to let loose sexually.” Ethan looked at me as he took a bite of cheese.
I was intrigued by his comments, but I wasn’t sure how to respond.
I wasn’t offended by his remark, but I thought he was a little cocky.
Perhaps too much.
Still, I couldn’t help but visualize myself on his bed, naked on all fours as he spanked me, and I felt a little excited for it.
“What do you think?” he prompted.
“If you say that to the wrong woman, you might get slapped in the face.” I did my best not to smile.
“Maybe,” Ethan looked around the room.
“I’m struck by the duality of people’s personalities.
Everyone here is so prim and proper, engaging in small talk.
And yet there is a subtle dance going on.
Take those two,” Ethan nodded discreetly to a couple on the far side of the room.
The woman was about thirty, a new professor in the History department.
She was talking to a male student, about ten years her junior.
They had been nearly inseparable all evening.
“I think they will be dating soon, if they aren’t already,” Ethan said.
“And will he spank her, according to your expert opinion?” I said mockingly, but with a smile.
“Probably not.
I’m sure she would like it, but he doesn’t seem the type.
He isn’t confident enough to broach the subject.” “But maybe she will ask him to,” I said.
“I hope so,” Ethan said with a smile.
“He probably needs a nudge in that direction.
It will add spice to their relationship.” I hadn’t realized it, but I had moved a step closer to Ethan.He looked down at me and smile.
Within five minutes Ethan and I were in one of the upstairs bedrooms, necking passionately among the coats and scarves on the bed.
Ethan thrust his tongue into my mouth.
I eagerly sucked on it as he ran his hand down my side and over my right hip.
He pulled me onto my side and caressed my behind, running his hand up and down, squeezing, grabbing.
I was breathing heavily with desire.
I moaned into his mouth, signaling I wanted more.
Ethan reached around to the front of my jeans and undid the button, and then the zipper.
I lifted my hips to make it easier for him to pull them down.
He tossed my jeans onto the floor and then caressed my legs.
I was dying for him to put his hand under my panties.
I was soaked.
I get very wet, and I hoped Ethan wouldn’t mind.
“Oh!” I inhaled sharply as he did just that, sliding his hand into my panties, moving his fingers down to my pussy lips.
He moved his middle finger into me easily.
“Mmmm, you’re so wet,” he said.
“I like that.” I smiled to myself as I spread my legs, giving him easier access.
He took the hint and inserted a second finger, moving them in and out.
I arched my back as the pleasure intensified with each thrust of his fingers.
“Ohhh, ohhh,” I could hear myself moaning.
I wasn’t worried about anyone hearing us, since there was music playing downstairs.
I wouldn’t have cared anyway.
Ethan withdrew his fingers and slid my panties off.
He shifted himself onto the floor and pulled be to the edge of the bed.
I wasn’t sure if he was planning to go down on me or fuck me, but just then the bedroom door opened.
I froze, but Ethan moved his head between my legs and pushed my legs up and out.
The man in the doorway stared at us.
I couldn’t see his face because the bright hallway light was behind him, and I had to squint my eyes shut because they had become used to the darkness.
But the man certainly could see me.
Ethan’s head was in front of my privates but the unknown man could see my face, and my spread legs.
There was no doubt that he knew what we were doing.
“Excuse me,” he said as he moved to get a coat from the bed while Ethan lapped between my legs.
I wasn’t sure what to do, so I remained still, my excitement growing at knowing the man was watching me as he rummaged through the many coats.
I involuntarily moaned again, my chest heaving at Ethan’s expert licking.
My legs shook as I realized the man was taking his time, looking at Ethan, then at me.