Drunk Wife Cheating – An Erotic Sex Story
It was a hot summer day, the kind that makes you instantly regret wearing jeans and long-sleeved t-shirts. I had been out with my friends, enjoying the evening and laughing a lot, but when the night started to draw to a close, I started feeling a little uneasy. I had promised my wife that I would be home early, but here I was, almost midnight, still out and about. I started to worry that I had gone too far and that my wife would be upset.
That was when I met her. She was a beautiful woman, tall, with long dark hair and an hourglass figure. She had a way about her that instantly attracted me, and I felt my heart flutter, even though I hadn’t even spoken to her yet.
As we talked, I was mesmerized. She was intelligent, articulate and very, very sensual. I felt my body responding to her and my mind racing; it was like I was caught in some kind of spell. We drank and laughed and talked for hours, until eventually I started to feel the effects of the alcohol, and my inhibitions started to slip away.
That’s when I made the mistake. I told her about my wife, and how I wished I could just let go and be wild for one night. I wanted to forget my responsibilities and just be free. She smiled at me and said that she knew just the thing; she told me she could show me a whole different side of life, a side that I was missing out on.
She took me to a seedy hotel in the city and told me she would be right back. I waited anxiously, wondering what she was up to. When she returned, she had a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bag full of toys in the other. She told me that it was time to let go of my inhibitions and explore my sexuality, and that tonight I was going to have the best night of my life.
We drank the whiskey and then she started to undress me. She kissed me passionately, her fingers exploring my body. I felt my desire for her growing and before I knew it, we were making love. She was an expert in the bedroom, taking me to places I had never been before.
The night was filled with pleasure, and I felt my wild side coming out. I was no longer the responsible husband, but instead a man who was willing to explore his sexuality and take risks. As the night wore on, I felt my reservations slipping away, replaced by a sense of freedom that I had never felt before.
The next morning, I awoke with a hangover and a sense of regret. I had cheated on my wife, and although I knew that I had enjoyed the night, I felt guilty. I tried to put it out of my mind and focus on the present, but the guilt kept creeping back in. I knew I had to tell my wife what had happened, and although I dreaded the conversation, I knew it had to be done.
So I went home and told her everything. I told her how I had met a woman, how I had gone to a hotel with her and how I had cheated on her. To my surprise, she was surprisingly calm. She told me that she knew I had been looking for something else, something more than I had been getting from our marriage. She said she had been expecting something like this to happen for a while, and although she was hurt, she understood.
We talked for hours, and eventually we both agreed that we would work on our marriage, and that from now on, we would be honest with each other about our needs and desires.
Since that night, our marriage has only gotten stronger. Although I still feel guilty about my mistake, I know that it was a learning experience, and I am determined to make our marriage the best it can be.
I’m thankful every day that my wife was so understanding and so forgiving. She taught me that even in the worst of situations, a relationship can still be saved, if both people are willing to work hard and be honest with each other. That night was a wake-up call, and I’m thankful for it every single day.
