I need a cold shower

My best friend got divorced and we took a girls trip to south Florida. The intention was for her to get her groove back. Although we both flirted with guys and believe me she had opportunities and offers, she never hooked up with anyone. Her trip got cut short because of a death in her family which left me alone for two days. Now my husband has always been intrigued by the thought of letting me do something with other men. I was alone and this was the perfect opportunity if I was ever going to do something. I talked to my husband on the phone and he encouraged me to at least consider it. He gave me permission. My hotel was on the beach and there was a boardwalk. I decided that I would if I could find the right guy. Trust me that is a strange adjustment for a woman who has been married for twenty years to make. I was going out with the intention of getting laid. I wore a sun dress and no panties. Not that great of an idea on a windy beach. I am sure that someone got flashed. But fortunately I didn't have far to go. I was having dinner alone at a bar and of course several guys approached me. Most were DOA. Eventually a guy that was not a definite no started talking with me. I entertained the idea of sleeping with him and told myself I would. After all that was my assignment. But the longer we talked and the closer he got to me, I let him rub my leg, the more I told myself that he was not what I wanted for my first affair. I was imagining him naked and his face as we would have sex. it wasn't pretty. I eventually told him that I was not comfortable and he left me alone. A couple more men talked with me but nothing that I was interested in. There was actually two guys at the same time and I considered a threesome with them. But it turned out that they only lived a couple hours from my home and that was too close for comfort. I was just about to give up and go back to my room alone when Gary approached me. Perhaps it was the feeling of desperation or the fact that he seemed so perfect. He was cute, funny and intelligent. I don't think that Gary had been there for two minutes and I just knew that he was the one for my first extramarital affair. I don't think that if I had not tried so hard to talk myself into the first guy that I would not have been so receptive to the second. I knew what I wanted and Gary was it. I had already paid for my dinner and Gary had paid for his drink when he ordered it, I told Gary that I wanted to go for a walk, so we just got up and left. I was so deliberate. He pointed out his hotel and I asked to see his room. It was only a two minute walk. When I think about it, it was probably less than ten minutes from the time we first met to when the door of the room closed behind us and we started kissing. We made love for an hour and forty minutes. What I loved the most was that he seemed so be so enthralled that I was willingly having sex with him and he complemented me and everything about me the whole time. I know that you probably want to know details but suffice to say he really enjoyed giving me oral sex and of course a lot of intercourse. He wore me out and I slept in his room for a few hours. What woke me up was my husband texting me. He wasn't happy that I had been ignoring him for so long. I understand that he was just concerned that I was ok because he knew my objective for the evening. I slipped out without waking Gary. But I did leave him a note with my phone number. I did the walk of shame back to my hotel while updating my husband what had transpired. I managed a couple hours more of sleep before I had to leave for the airport and my flight home.
Now that I am home, Gary is texting me constantly and my husband is horny as hell with me recalling what I did. It has been almost three weeks now and I am still on a high. I'm talking like six times a day, if you know what I mean. It is to the point where I am looking at random guys and making snap decisions if I would fuck him or not. I am afraid of what I would do if a hot guy just came up and asked me. I need a cold shower.

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