A bit of background about me. I was raised in a strict christian environment, the kind where you don't have sex until you're married and where you're expected to get married pretty early in adulthood. I look the part, I'm pretty much a white bread type, average looking and everyone just understands that I'm a "good girl" that her husband doesn't need to worry about. Long story short, due to family and social pressure I naturally got married to my high school boyfriend when I was 20. I obviously missed out on anything new or crazy through college and my young adult years. The problem is that I've been drifting away from my religion and honestly I've been having a lot of "sinful" thoughts. My home life is fine and all but it just feels like I never really got to do anything more. In short, I feel like I never got to experience what it was like to be a slut.

So after browsing things related to my fantasies I came upon this place and I've been just...envious of these experiences. For a long time, these fantasies were just fantasies but they got more and more intense as I kept reading about the exploits here. Cheating became a kink and I kept living vicariously through others and their slutty lives.

So fast forward to a week ago where I was several states away for work. It wasn't lost on me that this would be the perfect time to go through with my fantasies but of course I didn't plan to actually do anything. Since I'm in a place where there is no chance for me to run into anyone I know, I did indulge it a bit and dressed a little sluttier and put on a plain white bra, kinda tight white blouse that I buttoned down one extra, an olive skirt that I pulled up to ride a few inches above my knee, and my sexiest pair of panties under it, a tight, silky, pink pair that hugs my ass (yeah, my wardrobe is conservative and my husband would be very uncomfortable with me having something like a thong). I left my ring in my luggage.

This was fucking hot, I feel like I'm liberated and I got wet just noticing some people looking at my legs as I passed by. I definitely saw some people catch a glimpse of my panties as I sat down at the hotel bar and the thought of somebody who is not my husband seeing that sent shivers down my spine. But still, in my head I'm just toeing the line, I'm not doing anything wrong or anything that I would regret.

That is until a guy who looked like he was in his mid 30's started chatting with me. He was getting more than a bit friendly. So, I indulged myself a bit and became friendly back. My husband would obviously not be okay with any of this but again, it's just a fantasy and I obviously wouldn't do anything, I'm just giving myself a taste of this alternate life to see how it feels. So, when he got a braver and started setting his hands on my lower back and knee, I knew it was getting wrong but I would just let myself live the fantasy a bit. And when he put his arms around my shoulder and pulled me in and when his hand got further up my thigh and slightly under my skirt, I definitely knew it was wrong but I was still convincing myself that this is harmless fun. I convinced myself that this is just a stupid escape from my normal life and I would just leave knowing how it feels and nobody would ever know.

"What the hell am I doing, what the hell am I doing, what the hell am I doing?" The next bit was a blur. I don't know how I got caught up in it so fast. I knew that I crossed the line when he gave me a kiss on the cheek, then my neck, and then we were making out in the hotel lobby. His hands were getting dangerously far up my skirt and then I felt him brush my pussy against my underwear and I now had DEFINITELY crossed the line. I don't know if I was more shocked or terrified that my husband is now not the only man who had ever touched me there. Long story short, I found myself back in my room and in bed with him. My blouse was off and my bra and skirt came with it. I was naked with a another man for the first time in my life and I felt his hands exploring me in a way that I had never felt before. I let my panties get pulled off and felt the warm brush of his tongue on my pussy. This was most definitely new and it was an odd mix of guilt and outrage that my husband never did this for me. Everything became a blur again, I'm pretty sure I had an orgasm from his mouth.

After this, I feel like I regained a bit of clarity and felt so guilty and wrong. I most definitely wasn't going to have sex with him, even in this state I knew that would be going too far. But his erect dick was in front of me so, naturally, the least I could do was suck him. Another wave of guilt washed over me as I put my lips over it and found how different it felt and how different it tasted from my husband. I heard him moan and his dick twitch and spasm in my mouth and thought about how I was pleasuring another man. Pretty soon, his dick was getting harder and he was thrusting into my mouth and, again in another first, I got a mouthful of cum spurting into my throat. I would normally find this disgusting but I was in a horny frenzy and I was moaning like a desperate animal as I held his cumming dick in my mouth, swallowing some but spitting most of it out. I did come back to my senses after this and I think that he felt my unease and left soon after. I was left in my room, still with the taste of a stranger's cum in my mouth, and barely processing what the fuck just happened and how I just let me dipping my toes into a fantasy turn into cheating on my husband with some man I just met.

I woke up feeling nothing but guilt. I went through the motions with my work during the day and thinking about what I did last night. Well, it seems like it's an addiction because against my rational mind's protests and lingering guilt, I planned to do it again. I bought a shorter red skirt and cheap lacy black thong from walmart and went to the bar that night and hoped that something would happen again. Well, turns out either I'm hot or men are easy because I was approached by a younger man, looks like he is in his mid 20's. I was a lot less diligent about setting boundaries with myself this time, I knew what was going to happen. We came up to my room I found myself naked and sucking yet another strange dick in my bed. This time I had already decided that I would have sex with him but I felt another bit of guilt as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt shame and looked away as he put it in but the sensation of an unfamiliar feeling penis in me threw me into another horny trance and I just let the pleasure wash over me as I got fucked. This time, I unmistakably had an orgasm on his dick. Somewhere along the way, I found myself taking another mouthful of cum, this time swallowing the whole load. I let him stay that night.

I woke up early to catch my flight and still with the slight taste of this stranger's cum in my mouth and a pang of guilt. I'm getting ready in the bathroom when he came up behind me and started feeling and groping me. It's embarrassing how quickly I get horny over this. He pulled down my shorts, bent me over the sink, and took my pussy again. I don't know if I subconsciously planned this or if I just let it happen in the heat of the moment but when he asked if he could cum in me I said yes. I pulled my shorts and panties back on as he pulled out. He left soon after, I let him keep the thong since I obviously couldn't take it home.

I felt his cum leaking out of me on my way to the airport. And during check in and my flight. Every time I went to the bathroom and saw the stains on my panties, I was reminded of what I did. My husband picked me up after I landed, it was surreal being business as usual when he didn't know that I tripled my body count in two days. We went to bed without sex that night. I got up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom and pulled my used panties out of the laundry hamper. The dry stain of a stranger's cum was still there.