Cheating crossed my mind

I don’t really visit this website, but when a coworker told me about it to get something off my chest, I figured what’s the harm. After reading some of these confessions, it seems that it’s mostly men on this site. So I imagine you all will relate. Apologies for how long this is, but it’s my first and last post.

My husband and I have been married for nearly 10 years. He’s an introvert by nature and very traditional. I hate to say it, but I’ve told him he reminds me of those people who model golf clothes in polo shirts and the khakis with a fake polite smile.

You could say I’m the exact opposite. Over time, we are agreeing on less and less and that’s caused a lot of arguments in the past couple of years. I want go out salsa dancing, and he’ll just want stay in the house and watch a movie. At first, it was nice having someone stable and steady, but that’s just become infuriating and plain boring.

Since it’s summer in Texas, my company had a team-building night at a nearby resort hotel. It was going to be poolside so I decided to dress for the hot weather. I put on a simple pink tank top and a black, jean miniskirt. I didn’t think it was very revealing, but it had been a little while since I had worn it. I guess it was too much of a departure from what I usually wear because my husband kept asking me about why I wore that skirt. I brushed it off, but he kept on bringing it up asking if I was able to sit down or if I was comfortable.

I finally snapped and told him to just say what he was so angry about, and he finally just said he thought it was too short. Bear in mind I’m a size 4, and I’m 5‘8“ tall. With heels, I as tall as he is. Because of my height, I have a long legs and skirts tend to show off my legs, a little more. This one happens to go slightly above the middle of my thigh.

For the ladies reading this, I’m like many of you that I do the sitting test when I wear a short tight skirt just to make sure I’m not showing anything off that I don’t want to. That’s also partly because I don’t like wearing shorts under my clothes, just in case I don’t close my legs fast enough. I sat down in front of the mirror and my husband was somewhat right since I saw a generous view of my inner thighs without flashing my underwear.

He kept on getting on my case, telling me he hopes I had panties on. I was so offended that he thought I looked like an escort apparently that I finally just told him he was ruining the entire party before we had even gotten there. I guess all the arguments had just started building up that I didn’t care if he was offended, and I pulled up my skirt to show him the light pink panties I had on. I sarcastically apologized for him having a trashy wife that dresses like a hooker and that at least I wasn’t showing my privates to everyone at the company.

After he said, I was being disgusting and arguing for a little bit more, we finally just drove to the party in complete silence.

Naturally, I politely introduced him and then went to go get a drink by myself, leaving him to dole around with some of the other husbands while they were trying their hand at some ax throwing thing. I made small talk with some people in my department and they complimented me on my outfit. After a couple of drinks, I started loosening up, enjoying myself not really caring where my husband was. I would see him around talking to some other people as they congregated by the golf simulator.

A male coworker finally came over and said hello and started talking to me in the same way he always did. He’s been flirting with me for about three years and I guess it’s fair to say that I flirt back in as harmless away as I can. He’s the exact opposite of my husband. He’s edger with a full sleeve tattoo and is always in a black T-shirt and black jeans. It’s easy to see he actually takes care of himself.

We sat down and I could clearly tell while I was talking to him that he was just staring at my legs. I guess I was so pissed at my husband, but I didn’t care. I figured have a little fun while I was at it and I didn’t bother crossing my legs. If you wanted to stare at my thighs, so be it.

He said I had quite the outfit and that he would show up to work early every day if I wore that more often. I told him not everyone appreciated my wardrobe choice and gave him a very brief overview of the fight we had earlier. Of course he was all for me, showing off my legs and my figure.

I told him about my sitting test and he started laughing saying it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. I suppose I liked how aggressive and direct he was with me, because I only playfully corrected him that he had never seen any of my lingerie before. He leaned forward and whispered that now was as good as time as any, with such a confidence that I was just dumbfounded and laughing like a college girl.

I told him I wasn’t going to strip in public if that’s what he was hoping for. It’s important to know that by now I had a good buzz going, and I was starting to like that he thought I was sexy. He told me to follow him into the hotel away from the party, but I snapped back into reality and told him that I wasn’t gonna have sex with him— especially with my husband just outside.

He told me that wasn’t it and it just follow him into the lobby. I figured that was harmless enough since there would still be people around. He ducked into an empty ballroom that was being prepped for some sort of formal event and said it was time to show him. I didn’t know what he meant when I told him again that I wasn’t going to strip in public. He said he wanted me to do that sitting test again.

I told him I don’t do that sort of thing and that I didn’t want everyone at work to know what I was doing. He assured me it would be our little secret and that I was a beautiful woman that deserved to feel sexy when I wanted to. I suppose that’s what got me really angry, that I didn’t have the ability to feel that way anymore without my husband’s consent.

So I told him only once, and that was it. I sat down nearby with him across from me and blushed the entire time as I crossed and un crossed my legs, a couple of times. He told me not to be ashamed for wanting to feel sexy and desired, which I suppose, I hadn’t felt for some years now. So in an empty ballroom, I gave what must have been a flushed, mischievous smile to my coworker, and slowly crossed and un crossed my legs again, making it easy for him to see my panties. I was actually getting turned on by the whole experience, even starting to stare at his crotch, imagining him getting hard.

He told me that was fantastic and that if I ever wanted to do more than just show and tell, he would be more than happy to oblige. I told him to stay there for a second while I went to the ladies room. I went into a stall And slid off my underwear and told him this was a gift for him to remember our company outing.

He said he would be more than happy to have any future shows. The rest of the time, we returned to the party, and I felt so turned on knowing we had our moment, and that my husband had no clue that his wife was walking around commando in a miniskirt. This sounds really bad, but there’s something powerful about knowing, had I let it get that far, that he was more than willing to fuck my brains out, and no one would have been aware of it.

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