Unexpected Journey

Authors Note:

So, thank you to everyone who left comments. As you can tell, I'm not a professional writer. I started doing this to scratch a creative itch. I've always had an active imagination, and it has been fun to explore this. I get that not everyone will like what I write or how I write it. Don't read the sequels. To everyone else, yes, Jenn chose to cheat. I probably didn't write well enough to explain the backstory of their marriage and I'll add a section to this part to put it in perspective. Gary doesn't become a simp/cuck. You'll have to read on to see what happens. I'm not writing Jenn's character as a shallow slut who cheats. I'm endeavoring to explore a woman's mindset as she enters middle age. As a man, I know what it feels like, but I wanted to explore the other side. All humans have failings and none are perfect so what does it look like for a woman who is starting to feel her age to just let go. We all have given in to passion or emotion. I'm writing to explore a woman who has always followed the rules morally but inside is a passionate woman who loves sex and intimacy. When that failure to be moral happens, how does it play out for her. One of my favorite stories on this website looked at that theme. An otherwise straight-laced wife gets caught up in something exciting and reluctantly agrees to do something she normally would never do. I think it's fun to talk with people who have cheated and regretted it and how they felt. Lastly, my goal is to get you (male and female) to find the story hot enough that you rub one out while reading. Gordon having a larger dick is just a plot device. Thanks for reading and I love the feedback.

I woke up the next morning not feeling very rested. As I sat up in bed, a vague soreness between my legs reminded me of how I had failed last night. Gary had already left for work, and I got up to use the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, I stared at the physical reminder of my cheating present in my panties. My thighs had dried cum on them, and my vagina was still sore. I showered, attempting to wash away my shame. As I sat at my desk, I cried throughout the day. Disgusted with my weakness, I wondered how I had let myself fail my marriage. I had never cheated on Gary before or with my boyfriend in college. I hated cheaters and couldn't understand how someone could do that. Every couple of hours I would use the bathroom and I'd notice more cum had seeped out. I must've showered 4 times that day. Each time I cried so hard. The hot water was just not enough to wash away my shame. I was terrified that I'd lose Gary, my family and everything I had built. Around 3:00, I knew I needed to talk about what happened, so I called Sarah. I told her that I needed her and asked if I could come over.

We sat in her kitchen. My eyes were wet and swollen from crying. It took me 3 tries to get it out, and even then, it wasn't pretty.

"I did something stupid Sarah. I'm scared..."

"What? What happened Jenn? " She reached her hand on top of mine. Her voice was kind; she was my truest friend.

"I fucked up bad. I mean I really fucked up." I looked at her, but she just held my gaze.

"So, I don't really know how to tell you this, but I slept with Gordon last night."

"What?" She exclaimed, eyes wide in shock.

I started to bawl as I nodded my head.

"I am such a piece of shit, I can't believe I did it. What do I do?"

"Wait, slow down, how? Why? I'm so confused." There was no condemnation in her voice.

I then proceeded to tell her everything. From the drinks at her house and how everything escalated and in the heat of the moment, I just was weak and gave in. She listened and let me get through everything. Waiting patiently as I would cry. At the end I simply said.

"I don't know what to do. I love Gary so much and I am a monster. He's going to find out and I've lost him.

"Whoa, whoa whoa, slow down hon. Shhh." She had come over and hugged me as my body was wracked with deep cries. "Slow down, everything is going to be ok. Shhh. Calm down. Ok, help me to understand this whole thing."

She sat back down and took my hand in hers.

"I thought you and Gary were happily married? Had you been fighting?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Gary is awesome. Just stupid little arguments sometimes, but no, we are very happily married. I love him so much, Sarah. What am I going to do?"

"You're going to calm down and talk to me Jenn. Now, if you guys weren't fighting a lot, how did Gordo get you to say yes?"

"That's just the thing. I don't know. There are a million times I should've shut it down, or told Gary, but I don't know. I just didn't. I mean, I guess part of me just felt so alive that a younger hot guy would even talk to me, much less show interest in me. God, Sarah, the way he would look at me. It took my breath away. It felt so nice to be desired. He was interested in everything I had to say. I started to love the attention. I mean, clearly, he is so hot, you even said it. One thing led to another, and his flirting became more overt and I just started to love it. At first, I would use Gary to work through how turned on I was, but for some reason, the sex with him just stopped being enough.

"Wait, you're always bragging about how attentive Gary is. How many times have you had too much to drink at get togethers and told us all about how Gary eats pussy like a champ and knows just how to bang you. Were you lying? Is it that bad?" Sarah was clearly confused.

"No, he is. He is so attentive and skilled. If anything, I need to up my game. I don't know what happened. It's been busy with everything going on, and he's been travelling. When we did it, he would finish too quickly or would be tired and just kinda mail it in. For crying out loud, we've been together for over 20 years. It's happened before, it was just a little rut. But with Gordon pursuing me, I guess it was the perfect storm."

"Wow, ok. Well, I'm going to tell you something that you have to keep to yourself. Promise?"

I nodded, sipping at my mug, my eyes red with emotion.

"A few years ago Mike confessed that he cheated on me. "

"Shut the hell up, no way? Mike?"

"Yeah. Mr. Perfect husband and Dad."

"Why?"

"I mean, who knows. Stuff happens in life. We don't stop being human. I was going through some emotional stuff, I know now that my hormone levels were off, and I was taking him for granted. And then, one of the girls he works with, I don't even remember her name, said the right thing at the right time, and it happened."

"Oh my God Sarah... I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, so anyway. He comes home, she had blown him in his car at the office and he was riddled with guilt. He confessed right away. I was obviously pissed. We had it out for hours that night. But it led to good conversations over the next few days and I forgave him. There were consequences obviously. I had serious trust issues, maybe still do, but we got through it. But here is the thing I want you to know. If I had to do it over again, I don't think I'd want to know."

My eyes were as big as saucers and my mouth was agape.

"I'm serious Jenn."

"Wait, why? You don't care if he cheats?"

"No, of course I don't want him to cheat. What I'm saying is, he felt better after coming clean, and I felt like shit. My confidence was crap for a couple of years, it hurt our marriage, I know the kids could tell something was wrong. I truly believe that if it happened again, I'd rather he just marinated in his own guilt and worked on his shit without dragging me into the morass with him. Now, if it's an affair, then tell me so we can end the marriage. But a single mistake Jenn? I think you should keep it to yourself."

She paused and looked at me. I was quiet as I let what she said sink in.

"I can see your point. I don't want to hurt Gary any more than I have. But how do I work through this tremendous guilt?"

"Well, there's your consequences hon. You made your bed, unfortunately you have to lay in it now."

"Fuck me.."

"No, that's what got you into this mess, you slut!"

We both cracked up at her wise crack, but I felt better. A few cleansing breaths later we just sat there at her kitchen table. I continued.

"Ok, well, thanks but I have to get home. Responsibilities are calling."

"Wait, before you go...."

I turned to look at my friend.

"How was it?"

"Sarah, what the fuck? Did you not just watch me lose myself over the last 30 minutes spilling my heart out?"

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just, well you know. Gordon is hot. He's what? 35? We could be his mother for crying out loud. Just tell me. Please, give me something."

I looked at her exasperated. I shook my head at her and let out a little laugh.

"Ok, since you helped me so much. And I do not in any way think that what I did was ok, but since you asked...."

"Oooo goodie. Ok!"

"It was amazing. Sarah, naked that man is chiseled. Even better than your horny little brain imagines."

"Oh God, you dirty slut. Continue."

"Ok, so I was so nervous I didn't really study his body, but I know he looks good. And he is big if you get my drift?"

"Big like compared to Gary, or big?"

"Well, I don't have a lot to compare it to." I paused and thought about how to continue. "Gary has nothing to be ashamed of. It's perfect, I'll show you pic's if you want," I laughed out loud as she vigorously shook her head no.

"No thanks, TMI, I love Gary but don't need to know what he's packing Jenn."

"But Gordon is more. It's not much longer, maybe a couple of inches, but he's thick. And he knows how to use it. Sarah, I don't think I've cum so hard in my entire life. I've had so much great sex with Gary. Maybe it was the taboo, maybe the rut we've been in. But we got right down to it. It was amazing. Only bad thing was, he came inside me."

"Holy fuck, that's hot Jenn."

"No, no it's not. Gary got fixed, not me."

"Ok, ok... I'm sorry. Alright, you go. I have to take care of something," she said with a mischievous grin.

"Oh my God. You are too much. Goodbye."

We hugged and I drove home, feeling better.

That evening, Friday, Gary was desperate for sex, his hands on my hips after the kids were in bed, kissing my neck, whispering, "Let's have some fun."

Normally, I'd be all over him, but my head was spinning. I had cheated. I let another man fuck me and then finish inside me. I wasn't positive that Gary wouldn't feel something different if he entered me or tasted me.

I froze, my body stiff, and pulled away, laughing nervously. "Not tonight, babe, I'm... just exhausted," I said, forcing a yawn. I couldn't make eye contact because I was convinced, he would see it in my eyes.

Gary never hides his disappointment well, looking disappointed, but he nodded, kissing my forehead. "Alright, you're loss. Get some rest."

Inside, I was riddled with guilt--pure, choking shame. I was terrified he'd feel how raw I was, maybe smell him on me, or see the panic on my face. My pussy was a little sore, too, from Gordon's dick. I was not used to that kind of stretch, but it was mostly my guilt.I don't deserve my husband. I'm disgusting.I went to bed early, still in those same panties, his cum, dried but there, and cried quietly, swearing I'd never see Gordon again.

Saturday dawned bright and clear. I rolled over and could see that Gary was out of bed. That didn't surprise me as he usually was up much earlier than me on the weekend, probably having coffee downstairs. I still felt like I had to shower and as I sat under the hot spray my mind started to wander, and I thought back to my failure a couple of nights ago. But this time, separated by a couple of days of processing, instead of disgust, I started to tingle.God, the sex was amazing. I can't remember the last time it was that good with Gary. I've never cum that much or that strongly.

Before I knew it, I leaned against the shower wall, picturing Gordon fucking me, how he filled me up, and how I came home to my husband with him still dripping out. I rubbed myself raw, coming so hard I had to bite my lip to stay quiet.

Life somewhat returned to normal over the next few days. Gordon texted me occasionally, but I didn't respond and just deleted his texts. My guilt started to change. During the day, I could compartmentalize what I had done and focus on life. I was able to work, exercise and interact with my friends normally. On Wednesday, Gary and I made love. It was in our marital bed, and I was so passionate with him. Let's face it, after 20 years of sex, sometimes we all phone it in. But my mistake with Gordon had made me realize how close I had come to completely blowing up the life that I had built with Gary. I did not want to lose him. I felt so connected with Gary that Gordon didn't enter my mind at all and the 45 minutes of lovemaking was some of the most passionate, loving sex we had ever had. We laid there kissing in bed, fondling each other. I loved Gary's strong hands caressing my back and ass, down to my thighs and back up again. His other hand in my hair massaging my scalp and his lips teased and sucked on mine. My own hands also explored, licking and pinching his nipples like he loved, and stroking his beautiful dick. His attentive manner had me building up towards a wonderful release as our connection to each other became stronger and stronger in my mind. Sexually, physically, emotionally, I gave everything to Gary and lost myself in our lovemaking. I came on his tongue as he groped my breast with his free hand, his other hand manipulating my clit and vagina. He played my body like a master musician plays his instrument. We were so in tune with each other he knew when to advance and when to retreat. My release felt like I went over a waterfall. A delicious explosion that lasted so long. At the end, Gary's fingers continued to work my vagina as I caught my breath. As I came back to earth, he slowly teased my clit and soothed my aching pussy lips, slowly methodically putting me back on the climb to the top of that waterfall. God, my husband was a wonderful considerate lover. Time stood still as we were joined. I came again and told him to take me.

He entered me and I felt his cock plow deep into me. The same process that had built our wonderful family now offered the respite I craved from my loss of control last week. His hips battered me over and over as he ran his hands underneath me and held onto my shoulders. Stuck where I was on the mattress, I absorbed his thrusts, each one a delicious strike against my clit. I don't think my second orgasm stopped; Gary was able to keep me in that zone where I just kept cumming on his cock.

I wrapped my legs around him and cried in his ear as the pleasure became too much to bear. "Yes, fuck me Gary, I love you so much, don't stop. Fuck me harder. Grrr, nnnnn, ah, yes. Oh baby cum in me" I pleaded.

His thrusts picked up their intensity and he came inside me moments later with a roar. I felt his cum inside me, so deliciously wet, pooling at the bottom of my vagina against my cervix. How many times had he painted my insides. How I loved my husband. Gordon a distant thought at that moment.

The next few days, I felt like I was finally getting back to normal, I had cheated, yes. But I made amends with my soul, and my husband was unaware. I would never make that mistake again.

And then, Gordon rang our doorbell. I opened the door and almost dropped my coffee mug.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded. "You have to leave, don't come back Gordon."

He just smiled at me. "Hey Jen, you're looking hot as always," with a cocky grin.

"Fuck you, Gordon!" and I slammed the door.

I leaned back against the door, my heart in my throat, pounding as I struggled to breathe.Goddamn it Jennifer, you're such an idiot.I beat myself up all over again as I relived all the emotions from the past week.

My cell phone vibrating in my pocket shaking me awake from my ruminations. It was Gary.

"Hey honey, what's up?" I greeted him, trying desperately to sound normal.

"Gordon called me, said nobody was answering the door. Are you home?"

"Yes, of course I'm home, where else would I be" I stuttered a little nervously, "why is Gordon here?"

"He's starting on the bath today; don't you remember everything we talked about?"

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.

"No, I didn't remember, I'm upstairs, sorry, I'll go let him in, sorry honey," as I said goodbye.

I opened the door to Gordon smirking at me. I turned and walked away, ignoring his presence and tried to work in my office for the day. Every time he tried to engage me, I told him to leave me alone, to call Gary if he had any questions. Each time, he chuckled and said ok. He was gone by the time Gary got home from work. I was a wreck. Emotionally, I was back to where I was the day after I fucked Gordon. This was not a fun place for me. I struggled to interact with my family. I went to bed super early that night.

The next couple of days were a roller coaster of emotions. Being in the same house with Gordon was a reminder of my sin. My weakness, my betrayal of my loving husband and a reminder of how close I had come to losing everything. Gordon wisely stayed away from me and worked on his renovation of our bathroom. On Friday, Gary worked from home and offered me some respite from Gordon's presence. Gary loves to have a beer after the market closes on a Friday and invited Gordon to join him. I always participated in a celebratory drink with him, so I was forced to join them. I sat there and avoided looking at Gordon and mostly played with my phone. As we sat and I listened to them talk, I could almost forget my panic at being around Gordon and started to relax. The second beer helped release all my tension and I found myself enjoying the conversation. As Gordon talked, I started to watch him, and I was reminded why he was so irresistible to me. He could be incredibly charismatic and interesting. His looks accentuated his ability to captivate people.

As he got up to leave, he and Gary shook hands. He turned to me and opened his arms. I accepted his hug, and he squeezed me warmly. I was instantly transported back to his bedroom. Our naked bodies pressed together, his cock deep inside me, thrusting and providing a level of pleasure I had no idea on how to handle. I remembered how he smelled, the noises he made, his hands on my body. What surprised me the most was that he released me first. I was so caught up in the memories that came flooding back at his embrace that I became lost and did not release him. Instead, I held on, lost in my memories. In my mind, he was on top of me, our naked bodies pressed together. My legs and arms wrapped around him, trying to pull him even further into me. I wanted every part of my skin to be touching his as he thrust inside me. I finally disengaged from the embrace; I blinked my eyes and looked at him with my mouth slightly open. He looked at Gary and said take care guys and walked out.

Gary was none the wiser as I shook away my thoughts and got busy with dinner. That night, I attacked Gary in bed. The poor guy was just lying there reading and I ripped the covers off him, pulled down his underwear and plunged my mouth over his dick and started an aggressive sucking. My efforts soon yielded results as he groaned and thanked me while holding my head lovingly. I pulled off his dick and immediately mounted him. I was so horny from the emotional roller coaster that he had no problem entering me. I ground myself against him and wildly fucked him. My hands on his chest for balance, I rode him desperately as my mind worked through the conflict. I had such love for this man, my provider, my lover, my confidant, but that itch was there again. That longing for the taboo. I shut my eyes against the thoughts as Gary's dick slid in and out from my thrusts and closed my ears to my husband's moaning. I couldn't help but compare the different results the two dicks that had penetrated me in the last week elicited from my vagina. While Gary's was comfortable and more than able to make me cum, Gordon's much larger and thicker cock, elicited something primal my brain was yearning for.