The Affair And Knowing That It Is Wrong.

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How can you explain an affair that you know is wrong and the guy you are with is arrogant and in some obvious ways not really a nice person? The sex is fantastic, is that sufficient reason? That’s a lame explanation I know and there has to be perhaps the “Bad Boy” attraction for me along with money and power. My rational mind keeps saying to me why are you doing this and then my emotional mind finds myself meeting with Stan again and again.

I am a 42 year old woman, happily married (and that is true I love my husband and our young son), I work at a medical spa so I keep in shape; have free access to keep my looks in great ways with our various facials, etc. My son turned 10 this year and we have been married for 12 years. My husband is a great guy, a loving father, our sex life has always been OK but is not as active as it once was because he is a firefighter and thus works sometimes on weekends, nights, and two or three day complete shifts every month. However, that is fine as I spend time with my son, and have friends, a sister and parents nearby, etc. We go on semi-annual vacations mainly with our son and the best that I can generally describe is I have a very normal suburban life and marriage.

About a year ago at work, there was a meeting with the CEO of a corporation that supplied high-end lasers for facial and other treatments. He had a fancy office, big conference room, manufacturing, and I noticed right away several big expensive looking rings he wore and other items that reflected an image of wealth. I thought he was around my age, maybe a few years older, and had a very confident self-assured style to him. I know this may sound funny but what really caught my eye were his well manicured rather large hands. Our medical director had brought me to this meeting because I had firsthand knowledge on how we could utilize certain upgrades. Oddly enough, I didn’t particularly like Stan because he was rather dismissive of me in the meeting and spoke with a very superior tone. Yet, he was convincing of what it was we needed and our medical director agreed to purchase the equipment which would be at least a quarter of a million dollars. At the end of the meeting, Stan asked for my direct number so he could “follow-up” once we had the equipment installed to make sure everything was good. He kind of gave me wink which in some ways was annoying but also made me wonder about his intent.

Three months later we were good to go and I received a call from Stan who said he would stop by at the end of the business day to see how everything was functioning. I waited after work and got a call that he was running late which made me angry. I had to call me sister to go take care of my son. Finally Stan showed up with no apology. I complained about him being late and he said that he would take me to dinner to make up for it. Why I accepted is debatable. I was already too late to get home in time for fixing dinner, my husband was in one of those 3 day away work schedule, maybe I was bored, wanted a free meal, wanted something different in terms of the normal routine, etc. Now, in no way was sex or anything of the sort or any relationship on my mind at the time.

At dinner, I will retrospectively agree that it did sort of feel like a date. It wasn’t of course but just doing something different than my normal routine was nice. Stan talked and talked and also once or twice stopped any conversation to check his cell phone. I found him arrogant, rude, and definitely self-centered. But, he had taken me to a very expensive restaurant, ordered cocktails, then wine with dinner and as the dinner wore on there was more and more personal talk again with me not getting much of a word in conversation.

As we were almost finished with dinner, I remember Stan talking about his current and former marriage. He rarely asked about my life and so everything circled around him. But, he was very relaxed with the drinks and told me that his first marriage was during his college years and that it did not work out well. He made a statement that made me look at him with full attention. He said that his first wife couldn’t handle him sexually. I was a bit taken back by that open an admission but acted like his conversational sharing was fine. In fact, I laughed and said something like well that probably would be a problem. He laughed back and then said in a very proud smile looking right at me that he had a lot below and not every woman could handle it especially his first wife. He didn’t hold back with what seemed bragging to me. He added that at that earlier age he didn’t know what he was doing and eventually learned how to use “It” He said that exact word, it, which made me laugh and blush. I kind of wanted to change the subject but he persisted. He proceeded to share how his current marriage was on the rocks as well. Finally, I kind of said in a feisty way that if he was so great why is his current marriage not so great. His face looked enraged by my comment at first and it scared me a little. Its other things, he said. Then he changed the subject finally talking about business. Our dinner ended and he drove me back to our office so I could drive home. As we parked, he learned over and started trying to kiss me. I told him “No” I am married. “You don’t know what you are missing” he laughed but shrugged his shoulders and I got out.

I do remember driving home feeling nevertheless excited by my evening. It was different than my routine, although he was arrogant and self centered there also was something very attractive about him. It felt good that I was still attractive and exciting that even this man had an interest. That night I got my trusty vibrator out and do remember thinking about him bragging on his sexual prowess and pleasuring myself with some thoughts or wondering about that.

The following week Stan called me late in the day and asked if I would be willing to endorse the machines and equipment he had sold to our spa. It was excellent quality and I advised that I would have no problem doing that for anyone interested in my opinion. Stan told me that he was speaking at a local conference and would I mind attending during the time he was to speak. He added it would allow our spa free publicity too. So, our medical director granted me permission and I attended the presentation. I didn’t expect for Stan to call me to stand up and give my opinion to a group so I had to sort of wing it. I found myself comfortable in front of the audience because I did know about this sort of product. After the meeting, Stan was very complimentary about how well I had done and how much it helped him. He said he would call my boss to sing my praises and he owed me.

Several weeks later our medical director came to me and said there was a national conference in St. Louis and that Stan’s company was offering to pay for my attendance to do a similar endorsement. My parents who live in our hometown said they could take care of my son while I was gone and my husband encouraged me to go as well expressing it would be great for my career. So, the following week I flew to this conference.

A room was reserved for me and paid for by Stan at the conference hotel. To my surprise he had put me in a suite on the key only Penthouse top floor and there were flowers and candy waiting in my room with a welcome note from Stan. There was a reception at 6 PM and I was to meet Stan there. It was a lot of fun as it was all high class with food, drinks, and Stan took me around introducing me to many different industry people. I had never attended something like this before and so I did stick by him for the most part as he was clearly a very well respected person at this conference. It did feel like I was a partner of his.

It might have been only around 9 PM but I was getting tired from the trip, the food, the drinks, and so I told Stan I was going to go to my room. He walked with me and told me how much he appreciated my being there and how impressed he was with me even just my composure in meeting new people. There was a lot of flattery and I felt really happy. I opened the door to my suite and before I could turn around Stan walked right in with me, put his hands on my shoulders, and began talking in a very sexy voice telling me how special I was. I turned around to stop him and reminded him I was married. He was very persistent telling me how much he desired me, and a lot of verbal flattering content. He took a hold of me and kissed me deeply. To this day I will never exactly know what happened with me, but I kissed him back.

Stan picked me up and carried me to the bed. We continued to kiss and once or twice I might have said something like this is wrong, etc. But, I continued and so did Stan. I was excited and ashamed at the same time. Stan started to undress me and I was embarrassed. I told him he had to turn off the lights and so it would be totally dark in the room. We continued to kiss once he had done that and then I felt his hands on my breasts for a moment and then removing my top. I just pretty much lay there and let him take control. In some ways it was like a movie where the couple starts becoming very passionate. I could feel Stan’s hot breath on my ear kissing my neck and then pulling off my bottom clothes. Yes, I was super turned on and now naked in the dark with a man not my husband.

Suddenly, I felt a lump moving around trying to find the entrance to my vagina. There were no preliminaries and I was ready with an anxiety through the roof but also equally passionate or horny (not sure what adjective to use to describe myself at that moment). I was lost to the moment. I knew that lump was Stan’s penis and I recalled how he had vaguely described himself as having a lot below. Next thing I felt that lump entering me and it shocked me because I felt really stretched with that object seemingly endlessly sliding deep inside me, much deeper than any man I had ever been with and certainly way deeper than my husband. However, there was no resistance and the friction and fullness was a new sensation for me or one that I hadn’t experienced since giving birth. Wow, honey, he said, you were built for my cock, I can’t believe how you can handle it so easily. He then began thrusting up and back, faster than I was accustomed to, but literally stimulating every bit of my being. I could feel the lips of my vagina and the walls gripping his penis causing me intense pleasure.

This was not like sex with my husband at all. When Stan would push deep it would hit an area that sent electric shocks through my body. He felt so deep and I pulled him closer as I found myself trying to keep him deep and grinding on the base of his penis. It was sort of like masturbating without my hands and using his penis as the instrument. I had never experienced sex like this and with my grinding I was able to build up to a thoroughly enjoyable orgasm. I was embarrassed that I even called out during that moment to fuck my harder and deeper. Stan was now fucking me, pounding my insides, and the pleasure was much more intense than I could ever imagine occurred in sex. His powerful thrusting within a few minutes created another intense orgasm because his penis was stimulating so much inside me it felt amazing. I never ever had neither multiple orgasms nor even a single orgasm from the sensations as a consequence of a man’s penis versus just directly stimulating my clit with a vibrator or my fingers. It was a much more intense type of orgasm that satisfied my entire being. I reached down to stimulate his testicles because I wanted him to cum as it was almost too much now as I was getting exhausted. I still remember when I tugged on his testicles how large they felt along with the base underneath. My trick worked and Stan was moaning himself as he jammed his penis against my entrance with his balls resting on my behind and announced he was cumming. We held still like that for a minute and it was like we were one body with him being so deep inside me. Then, I could feel that long lump slowly withdrawing and leaving a wetness between my legs as he fully removed himself. I was content and also glad the room was dark as now that the intercourse was over I could feel my embarrassment and shame. I had betrayed my husband, my marriage, and felt guilt for so enjoying the sex with Stan. What was wrong with me that I let this happen? Stan got up and in the dark stood there getting dressed. He then said the following which only added to my shame, “You know you are a really good fuck.” He silently left the room and I began to cry. (to be continued)
 

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I jumped in the shower and then I called my husband on his cell phone out of guilt. It even made me feel worse that at first, because it was probably around 10:30 at night and not the usual time I would call, he was worried. I told him that I was just calling to say I loved him and to see how he was doing. Everything of course was fine. After we said goodnight, I resigned myself to what had happened and equally knew that in no way did I have feelings for Stan. I figured it was an experience and that was it.

The next morning there was a knock on my door, I quickly put on a robe to see a room service attendant outside. I opened my door and was brought in a banquet of food along with some fresh roses. There was a note from Stan. It said to a girl that can handle big things. I wasn't sure what my reaction was to the note because it excited me but reminded me of my betrayal. I got up, nibbled, and then took a shower. While finishing my morning shower the phone rang. As I said it was a very fancy upscale room and there was a phone in the bathroom. It was Stan who asked that I come to his room when ready and then we would go down to the meetings together.

Perhaps 20 minutes later, I knocked on Stan’s door and he opened it still wearing a robe. I told him I thought we were going to head to the meeting together. He said it wouldn’t take him long and to come inside. I sat down on a chair and then Stan in front of me opened his robe walking around in the nude. It was actually the first time that I visually saw his penis and felt real embarrassed. But, he was impressively hung for sure. It certainly was a big penis hanging down but don’t ask me to tell you how many inches it was. It swung back and forth while he walked around the room momentarily as if searching for something. He had large testicles to match and it kind of struck me funny how they swayed as well when he walked. I had that fleeting thought that my husband could never compare to a penis. Stan I exclaimed put on some clothes. Instead he sat down naked on the bed and motioned for me to join him. I told him no. He said I know you enjoyed last night, how many times did you cum baby. I turned red and he laughed. He then took hold of his penis shaking it at me and said I know you liked this. I told him I am sore from that thing and let’s just say it was a one- time event. Come here he demanded in a strong voice, if you don’t want to fuck at least you can blow me. His tone was very demanding and arrogant. “Come here” he repeated.

I guess I have a submissive nature although never really can I say I was like that before. I think I also wanted for some reason to please him but also was curious to see how big his penis might be erected. I remember thinking it kind of looked like a work of art, beautifully shaped, but with a dark color, and so masculine that there was an excitement I felt from seeing him in the nude. I moved over to the bed and gently lifted it and as if I hadn’t had breakfast let him slip right into my mouth. I was surprised with how big it grew almost instantly it seemed. The bottom of the shaft was so thick that I was glad the head wasn’t just as big (although very big by itself of course) but manageable to fit in my mouth. But, it was big, no doubt and taking more than the head and maybe an inch below was about the depth I could handle. I would say just that amount I was able to put in my mouth equaled my husband (of course nowhere near as thick) and I could fit two hands below that area and still hold it. I asked if he was part black holding his penis up looking at it. He grunted just what you have in your hands. I found myself really enjoying doing oral on this big penis being amazed that I had been able to accommodate such a large organ without difficulty the night before. No wonder if had felt so different as I was now studying it. It was so much larger than anyone I had been with before and certainly much more of a penis than my husband had been endowed with. It was fun to play with. I also enjoyed being able to see Stan’s reactions to my oral skills. It really became swollen and I said to Stan just how big is this monster. He proudly said to me you are holding a true 9” cock, like it don’t you. I just nodded my head because it was true.

Despite all the upset feelings I had after our encounter the night before, I now had the overwhelming desire to fuck him again. Holding a penis of such size was magical and like a magnet for my desire. Without asking I just got up on top of him, pulled my skirt up and didn’t even fully remove my panties but just pushed them to the side and sunk down. The wonderful pleasure of feeling his long penis sliding up inside was wonderful. Perhaps because I now had seen his penis, it even felt larger than the night before as I slid down all the way with him so far up inside me. Stan looked up at me and said not many women can take it balls deep right away and you got all 9” in you. I looked down at him and smiled. Guilt or no guilt, this was the best sexual feeling I could ever imagine and I would rise up and then slap down loving the fullness and friction. He had me and we both knew it. I experimented a little trying to assess all the length inside by lifting up until just the head was pressed against my vaginal lips and then slowly sinking back all the way. The fabulous, no stupendous length just was an endless sensation of pleasure. Stan was right when he had said he knew how to use it because he started pulling me down and thrusting with a lot of power. My husband never could fuck me in this way. A big penis definitely was so much better and unlike anything I had experienced before in my life. My mind was no longer in the room or worried about my cheating but just focused in my body. I felt I deserved it. I could feel that orgasmic sensation within me slowly building and then the explosive powerful feeling of my body shaking with an orgasm. I couldn’t help it and I sunk all the way down and again grinded my pussy against his body causing that orgasm to just continue and continue. I finally just sat still on Stan with those 9” all inside up into my soul. I had to catch my breath. Stan slowly withdrew and pulled me to the side to suck on his cock. I had never sucked a man with my juices on him and didn’t want to but I had little choice. It wasn’t bad, however, as it made his penis slick and I wanted him to cum to please him like he had done for me. I told him as I sucked and slid my other hand way up and down on the shaft to give it to me. I then felt that burst of ejaculation and I had never ever swallowed a man’s cum but did with Stan and I wanted to. Only a few minutes after that, Stan got up with his big penis still so long but now hanging back down. He walked into the bathroom and then a few minutes later I left to go back to my room to quickly clean myself up.

We met downstairs and spent the day doing our normal work routine like nothing ever happened (to be continued)
 

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The conference ended and I had to rush to the airport to return home. Stan paid for a Taxi but was not returning himself that day. When I was ready to leave he said we should plan on attending another conference and staying over together for fun. I told him that I had to be home for my family and especially my son. So, I left. On the flight home I thought I should be feeling guilty but I wasn’t. I was feeling alive! I knew I had done something I shouldn’t but those two sexual experiences had awakened something within me that had long been forgotten; the pleasure of good sex. It was different and separate than my relationship with my husband and in fact, it had nothing to do with him. It was about me having fun, an experience, and I decided I was OK. I wouldn’t be changing my home life and perhaps I would not see Stan again. I decided no regrets.

When I was at home finally, in some ways it was like it never happened with Stan except in my secret life. However, a few nights later my husband wanted to have sex and during the act I had to stop my mind from wandering back to Stan but couldn’t help it. My husband certainly felt nice, but in order to achieve an orgasm I always have had to use a vibrator. Using a vibrator gave a nice cliterol orgasm but nothing like the vaginal orgasms that Stan's penis had me experience. It also was within my awareness that my husband’s penis was comfortable to handle but once I was warmed up pretty much felt lost within me. It certainly was now clearly a much smaller organ than I ever really gave much thought to or cared about especially after now viewing and experiencing Stan’s so much bigger penis. I was even angry at myself because I made a mental comparison when I held my husband’s erect penis in one hand and only the head of his penis was visible whereas Stan when I had one hand on it had room for at least two more hands on the shaft and head. I realized my husband was almost half the size of Stan and as much as I hated myself in thought, it just wasn’t a turn on now to know this about my spouse. I kept telling myself to stop it, stop thinking about Stan. However, during the sex act I continued to compare in my mind the sensations I had with Stan as opposed to my husband. Again, it was not unpleasant at all with my husband, but not that intensity and deep deep pleasure than a man like Stan was able to deliver and reach. I told myself that these thoughts would go away since I had been with Stan so recently.

Over the next few weeks, I did not hear from Stan and I had mixed feeling about that. My ego was hurt some because I had felt valuable to him from the business aspect and of course having been intimate I figured he might call. On the other hand, I did not want to be with Stan as it was a bad idea of course. So he solved the problem. Well I thought that until one day at work who was there meeting with the medical director but Stan. I did have a slight nervousness as to whether Stan might ever share that we had fucked but mainly felt confident he wouldn’t as it could be dangerous to him too. He was still married and with his wealth I figured anything that his wife might learn about him cheating could cost him plenty. But, it did make me wonder why he was meeting behind closed door. Then my phone rang and I was told to come to the office. I sat down I am sure looking puzzled. The Medical Director looked at me and said, “Stan is telling me that you did really well endorsing and explaining about the machines at that conference. He told me you were introduced to quite a few decision makers and that people liked you. So we are here talking about it and I want to promote you to our business development and we are going to partner with Stan on a couple projects.” The Medical Director said we would discuss an increase in my salary and other matters separately. Stan didn’t smile or make any comments. I got up and left.

Later Stan came to my office and shut the door. He looked angry and said, “Why haven’t I heard from you?” I said the same thing back and that I felt it was better we keep things on a business level only for the future. I reminded him (even though he knew) that I was married, loved my husband and especially my son, and we should keep that situation which occurred as a fond memory. Stan laughed but in a very condescending manner. “You will be back. You know it; I know it. You loved my horse dick and the way you can take it tells me you need it.” He turned immediately around and left. Rage seared though my body. His term of “horse dick” was of course true but suggested like I was addicted. However, there was a fleeting thought adding to my anger, but at myself. Was he right? It was true I had fantasized about him and his huge penis and how he had fucked me like nothing I had ever experienced. His attitude and confidence about his sexual prowess stirred something in me too. I was determined though thinking especially for my son whom was my world, to not let anything like what happened with Stan ever occur again. (to be continued)
 
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The business trip affair is one of my top fantasies. I wasted a lot of opportunities
 

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I'm liking your stories. My favourite so far is this one I think

Hope you can try a few where the girl hates the guy at first and changes her mind, is seduced by his big dick. I find that kind of "hatred" tension really hot when it comes to the payoff.
 
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My new business development role kept me pretty busy. A lot of responsibilities were to design and implement virtual types of ads, create a website, etc. Plus, my husband had some time off of work so we took a couple 3-day weekends to spend at various amusement parks or other activities with our son. So, for me, life returned to somewhat normal at home and busy at work. Stan would call on occasion and several times I didn’t speak with him and once or twice since the calls were at work I kept the conversation very professional. If Stan tried to steer the conversation personal I would come up with an excuse that I had to go, etc.

It was a good 2 months later that I received at work a sealed folder saying Personal and confidential addressed to me. When I opened the package there was no note but a round trip plane ticket to Nassau in the Bahamas. There also was a brochure of this fancy resort hotel. I looked at the dates for the flights and it was to leave two weeks on a Thursday and come back on the following Monday. I pretty much knew who had sent it. I called Stan on my drive home that evening. I started the conversation by basically saying Thanks but I can’t. Stan said we could have a lot of fun and we wouldn’t be worried about anyone knowing us, it is a beautiful resort, and on and on. I kept saying no which made Stan very angry. Finally, he said, I will be at the airport waiting on you and I hope you figure it out. After we ended the call, I felt proud that I had held my ground. However, over the next week, I began to realize I was going to cave. My thoughts were more toward why not, it was fun to experience a high class lifestyle, I could use a vacation, of course the sex would be great, etc. So, I had to simply figure out how to make some excuses which wasn’t that hard. I had another conference which is what was my message to my husband, and at work, I told them nothing other than I was taking a couple days off.

I never told Stan and waiting to the last second to even get to the airport. I saw him but didn’t let him see me. I wanted him to be nervous. Of course the tickets were first class and so I got on the plane after everyone boarded and sat down next to Stan. He never said a word until we were in the air. He then whispered, I knew you would be here. I had never flown first class and we had drinks, food, it was fun. He had a car and driver waiting for us when we landed and we had a beautiful room at the resort. However, Stan was somewhat demanding as when we got to the room he simply said let’s fuck. I laughed and said is that your idea of “romance.” He didn’t smile back and looked annoyed. I told him I needed to shower first.

When I came out, Stan was naked on the bed with his semi-erect penis hanging off to the side of his body. Come here he commanded. Quite frankly I was not appreciating his tone. It seemed since I got on the plane his arrogance only increased where it felt, but I wasn’t entirely sure, that he was being condescending or disrespectful of me. I said to him as he laid there and me standing naked as well that I didn’t appreciate being bossed around. Instead of his apologizing or being nice he again even more demanding said come here and suck it I’m horny or something to that effect. It made me angry but then seeing that huge penis of his again was irresistible as well and so I just complied. In fact, once I started sucking him I found myself enjoying it a lot as he moved around to a 69 position to go down on me at the same time. However, in this position there were several times that he would slightly thrust his long penis too far in my mouth and I would instinctively pull back. I was nevertheless now very turned on.

Stan quickly got on top of me and plunged inside. Oh I moaned as I once again was reminded not only of this tremendous size inside me but just how good he felt. I hugged Stan with my body and told him how good he felt. I will never forget the words that Stan then said to me; “I love a woman like you that can handle my cock all the way, you are such a slut!” His words stung me. I responded telling him that was very rude and I am not a slut. Stan slowly withdrew his long penis leaving my body feeling empty and craving for him to be back inside me. Stan looked down at me with a big smile and said, “Tell me you don’t want my big cock back in you.” In spite of my hurt and slight anger he had me. He started rubbing my clit with his hand and I couldn’t help my moan with overwhelming desire. Your husband doesn’t have a dick like mine does he. You love it, I know you do, you are here with me, if you want it then you put it back in. Fuck, I was dripping with lust and I needed him filling me and so I reached down and pushed him back inside. Say it, “I am a slut for a big cock.” I repeated what he said and he started to fuck me really hard. It was true and so I resigned myself to enjoy every bit of him, being there in this wonderful resort, and in that moment of intense sex it was truly a wonderful feeling. I did want his big penis, it felt so good, I liked how he used it, and it was better than any other man. It was truly special. Stan at times would push so deep and grind his penis and tell me how he owned my pussy or other hot talk and the combination of his big penis and sexual talk had me turned on even more than when we had been together before. I just let any thoughts otherwise go and had a very warm fulfilling intense orgasm. It was all true, I loved the sensations of his penis, the size really was amazing to feel, I guess my build as he suggested was made for a penis like his versus the smaller sizes like my husband, and it was the best sex I ever had. We had a lot of fun together during that trip.
 
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I could go for a high
End resort trip
With my wife about now. Sleep. Beach. Fuck. Fuck. Eat. Sleep , etc
 
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