Dear Husband,

Ten years ago, an event happened in my life that forever changed me. It's time I told you the truth; you deserve that.

As we entered the restaurant that night, I had no idea that tonight, although I would satuate my physical hunger, I would also be left famished for the remainder of my existence in a way I never considered to near enough to the realm of my personal experience to ever effect me. Yet here I am. Ten years have gracefully gracefully aged me, yet I am continually finding myself longing for but one chance to surrender in that moment.

As I walked towards the table, my black, low-cut cocktail dress tightly embracing my toned hourglass figure with your arm clutched tightly around my waist, I saw her from across the room, seated next to your business partner, James. "My god how did HE manage to pull HER?" I whispered in your ear as we moved in their direction, James smiling with that goofy, socially awkward smile and waving us over towards them. My god baby, she was so..... breathtaking. Waves of strawberry blonde locks cascading down and draping perfectly over her oh-so-perfectly defined collarbone, interuppted only by the spaghetti straps of her own cocktail dress. But unlike almost everyone other woman in the restaurant, she made a bolder choice; crimson red silk. The silk barely covered her... chest... and god what a chest. They must have been 38c's, and even though in the cooler air it was obvious she wore no bra, that cleavage... god HOW DID JAMES PULL HER?!

I remember the cough... how embarrassing that cough was... I don't think you even heard it babe; you and James were too busy discussing our drive there, the traffic, the valet... but she did. The dantiest little cough.... and I was mortified when I realized she was getting my attention, bringing my gaze away from her chest up towards her face. God damnit... what was wrong with me? How many times had I been faced with my own "my eyes are up here" situations? Now, I was caught, completely mesmerized in another woman's bossom, one I had never met before.

As I looked up and met her gaze I felt my face flush and my cheeks burn, as if two embers had spontaneously combusted just beneath my skin. The shame, the embarrassment... the... jealousy? Of whom though? Her? James? Once my eyes met hers, it no longer mattered as the heat only intensified. For where I expected a stern or annoyed glance, I was met with the most deep and beautiful green eyes, semi-translucent, like two beads of seaglass crashing onto the shore atop a rogue wave. Her perfectly contoured face, almost perfectly symmetrical in each dimension, wore an expression not of annoyance, but of entertainment and intrigue. Her lips, full, pouty, pulled into an almost devilish smile, parted just enough to reveal her beautiful white teeth behind. This woman was flawless... and she just caught me... a married, straight woman... the wife of her boyfriends partner... staring at her cleavage. And she seemed to find it all so amusing.

"Hey there, I'm Rachel," she finally spoke, breaking the tension and extending her hand to me. I took it and gave it a gentle, friendly shake. "You must be Liz! Please, have a seat, we just ordered a bottle and a few appetizers, they should be over shortly!"

I remember how you pulled my chair out for me then sat down. I'm fairly certain James did say hello to me and asked how I was doing and a few other trivial questions, but honestly, all I can remember is the feeling of Rachel seemingly burning her gaze into me from where she sat, directly across the table from me. As the waiter poured the wine, you and James talked business across the table, and Rachel gave me a smile before sitting back in her chair and pulling put her cell phone. I felt alone at this point in time...

I didn't want to interrupt your conversation with James. Rachel was across from me at this small table, piano music was gently playing in the background, the dim lights, all of it was just... so damn dull... finally the appetizers arrived... oysters? Really? Ugh...

"Liz, you've gotta try some of these. They are called "Blue Points". Harvested from the waters off the shores between Connecticut and Long Island", James led off "Just finding them in THIS area of the country? My God what a treat!" You and he each reached for one off the center plate, with Rachel not far behind. I politely declined; you know I've never been big on seafood.

As you two boys were busy squeezing lemon wedges onto your oysters, I doubt either one of you noticed Rachel look up from her own at me as she stated, "You know, oysters have been used as an aphrodisiac for thousands of years,". Babe, this is the moment when I began to spiral that night. This is the moment that I first felt that tinge of hunger, one like I'd never felt before. A moment in time that I replay in my mind, over and over, and to this day have yet to confess any of its to you. In this moment, as I watched Rachel lift her oyster to those perfect crimson lips, I felt something brush up against the inside of my bare calf of my uncrossed leg.... warm, soft, bare skin sliding up the inside of my leg just past my knee, pulling my dress up slightly with its motion. Fuck... thats Rachel's leg... and she's staring right at me, using her tongue to scoop this oyster out from its shell, slowly and gently. Is this a metaphor? Is there a hidden message here? My God her leg... it was so fucking soft.

And you two men? Completely oblivious, talking about receivables and invoices and imports... while Rachel ran aher leg up and down mine beneath the table, reaching for another oyster, repeating the same, slow, sensual scooping motion with her tongue. The smile on her face told me, in no unclear terms, that this woman could see clear into my soul. I couldn't hide my feelings at this moment.

No matter how dull the restaurant, how drab the conversation, Rachel had now crafted and imprisoned me in her own world. She knew I was powerless to fight from the moment she caught my stare, and now, with her leg running just that bit further up the inside of my leg, she was connecting with me in a way I couldn't escape, pulling me in like black hole devours the nearest star, pulling my inner sense of logic, reason, and sense of self to shreds. And... it felt... truly wonderful.

As the plate of oysters and first round of wine was completed, you called for a second bottle; Rachel called for a bathroom break as she brushed her leg as high up the inside of my inner thigh as she could reach, stopping but mere inches from my aching, longing groin, then slowly, achingly slowly, traced her way all the way back down one last time before standing and turning to walk towards the restroom. "Liz, you coming?" She asked over her shoulder, that smile once again beckoning and overriding the question, twisting it into a command in my primal brain.

"Uh huh" was all I could muster, standing and feeling just how profound her intoxicating effect truly was as I felt the true vastness of my desire flowing gently down the insides of my thighs. And you... had... no... idea.

I walked behind her, watcher her hips sway as she led the way, her tight, perfect ass hypnotizing me. I had never felt so deeply under another's spell... and this was a woman! It didn't feel right... my mind was telling me that I was crazy. Why was I following her? What was about to happen? For God's sake you and I were married! I've always despised cheaters babe... I already felt guilty for what was about to transpire... but I was beyond the event horizon... I there was no way put. She had me in her pull, and she wasn't letting go.

We made it to the restroom and as we entered, I didn't expect it to be a single person room; but that's exactly what it was. I didn't even have a moment to take in the dimly lit surroundings and tasteful decor when I heard Rachel lock the door, then grab me by the neck and pin me up against the wall with one hand. She applied just enough pressure to take control, but not enough to scare me; but goddamn I wasn't expecting that sudden power move! I gasped instantly and retracted my body a bit...

"So, Liz, you like staring at other women huh? You like perving on another woman's cleavage, checking out her body huh?" She said, looking down at me. It wasn't until now that I noticed the slight height difference, maybe four or five inches, but even that amount was massive in this moment as she towered over me, taunting me with a seductive smile on her face.

"I'll bet that my little friendly rubs got you a little more than just flushed in the face too didn't they, huh Liz... well... let's see... I think it's only fair I get to look at you too don't you?" You should have heard her speak to me... if you've ever heard the term "succubus", this woman could voice an entire series' main character. God, how could I resist... all I managed was a shaky "Oo... ok... yeah... thats fair..."

She wasted absolutely no time. My dress was up and over my head in what felt like a nano second, my thong on the floor even quicker (had I pulled that down myself in the heat of the moment though?). She stepped back momentarily, and shame crept in as I covered my chest and crotch and lowered my gaze.

"OH Liz, don't you fucking dare... that body... it deserves to be worshipped. Don't be ashamed of it... or of any of this... I promise... just let go, and let me help you find your innermost self".

That was such a different tone... sweet, caring, gentle... she gently reached out and took my wrists in her soft hands as she let her own dress fall to the floor And pressed her nude body up against mine. Her lips met the nape of my neck and began to gently kiss and suckle, as my muscles released slowly and she lifted both wrists above my head, pinning them to the wall.

The kisses became more aggressive and more well traveled, exploring further up my neck, across my collarbone, mixed with playful nibbles throughout. Eventually, she would reach my nipple, releasing my wrists as she cupped and suckled at my breast, lightly raking her tongue against the sensitive tip of nipple sending electric sparks down my spine and into my groin. I wrapped my arms around her head, my hands grasping at her hair, her smell filling my being, her touch electrifying my nerve endings, her radiant sexual energy filling me to overflowing with tension, spilling out of my pussy in an aching flow.

"I know what you need Liz. Do you trust me in this space and time?" She paused to whisper in my ear, before nibbling on my ear lobe. I had no choice but to... I had let this go too far already, there was no turning back. I nodded my head and instantly, almost too violently, she once again grabbed my kneck but now guided me towards the vanity and pushed me backward until I was forced to hop up onto it, with her standing between my legs. Her other hand waster no time in seeking out my clit... Rachel was not going to fuck around with this.

Never before, and never since, have you ever touched me the way Rachel did that night my love. Her finger found me and exposed me so quickly that I never thought such a feat possible. She danced small, sensual circles around it. She traced her finger up and over, with the perfect amount of pressure to send a Shockwave of pleasure to the core of my existence each time shed pass over. She would flick, tenderly and quickly, or with more pressure but slowly. She read my body, she read my breath. As my breathing increased, so did her tempo; larger circles became tighter, lighter strokes built more pressure... and I began to get closer and closer.

It's almost as if Rachel could feel my own pleasure, for even in my own silence she herself began to moan softly in my ear as she released her grip from my neck, permitting me to once again pull her into me as she slipped her other hand between her own legs. And then... just when I thought there was no sweeter pleasure to be had, I felt her enter my pussy, finger curling upwards towards my belly, and oh my god... for years I've been trying to teach you how to recreate this... and you've never managed it.

One finger was quickly followed by two, both tightly curled up inside me, and Rachel's sexual fervor reached a new height... one I would never be able to withstand... Her hand began to move in a back and forth motion, palm rocking against my clit while her fingers cupped my pussy. With each vigorous motion back and forth, I felt the most intense rush of pleasure blanking my brain as she mercilessly knocked at the door of my g spot, demanding that I open the floodgates of my highest potential for pleasure and submission to her. I could hear her moans, the distinct sound of my wet pussy being endlessly tormented and matched by the sound of Rachel tormenting her own. She brought her lips to my ear once again. Panting, she whispered in chopped up phases between hushed moans,

"Liz.... I... So... so fucking.... cloo.... close..... fuck.... God baby.... oh god.... come.... come with me.... I need you.... please.... come with.... me"

I felt my walls collapse as she said this, and the dam bursting. My legs and arms wrapped tightly around Rachel ad I trapped her in a withing orgasmic embrace, my entire body clamping down on her as we both attempted to come back our screams of extasy and pleasure. Rachel didn't seem to care that I was spraying the entirety of my ocean of desires onto her stomach; after all she had broken the dam herself. We wretched, we shook, our bodies contracted and writhed in unison for what seemed like and eternity...

And then... it was over. And Rachel turned, wiped herself off with a paper towel, took a few deep breaths and put her clothes on. I sat there on the sink, leaning against the mirror, unable to speak, to move, to think. It was suddenly quiet, still... the tension lifted, and clarity began to return. Rachel stood beside me and fixed her makeup, then turned to me and said something I'll never forget

"First time always leaves you hungry for more", then she smiled, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and left the room to return to James, leaving me to clean myself up and return to you.

So, my love... this is my confession... In spite of all you have done for me, everything we've shared, everything you've given me.. ten years ago at a restaurant, a hunger within me was awakened. And it's a hunger you can never satiate, and for either of us to hope you ever could would be unfair for us both.

I'm so sorry. I'll be back next week for my things. Please don't call.