The night that changed my life Chapter 4a What have I done?

The Night That Changed My Life- Chapter 4a - What have I done?* As we leave the hotel and get into our cars, the guilt of what I had done hits me like a ton of bricks. Vivid thoughts of my wife, and good times we have spent together over the last 10 years race through my mind. I even scream to myself in my car 'You fucking idiot!*What have I just done?" But there is a feeling that I get when I am with ?her?, something way more than just pure sex, it?s so hard to describe?.she completes me. I start to pull out of the parking lot of the hotel as I see a black Volkswagen Jetta cut me off. I motion my hand towards to the horn as I glance up and see the familiar tousled blonde locks of ?her?. Immediately I feel my phone vibrate and reach for it. My eyes fixate on the screen, I see 'Haha, race you home!' Wanting to make sure she makes it home safe I prepare a ?brilliant? response back?'Sure!' We weave in and out of traffic on the 45 minute drive back to our Newmarket, exchanging messages with each other. Funny enough, a good portion of them are recounting the intense sexual session that had just transpired. However there is one that caught me completely by surprise: ?Our connection is something I have never experienced before. I could see us getting really close? ?Oh really?? I reply. ?Yes. You know how I always keep on telling you not to fall in love with me? I should listen to my own advice. I think I am falling for you.? I nearly veer into the other lane as I read it, thankfully it?s 1:30 AM and there is next to no traffic going north on Highway 400 at this time. Not knowing how to reply, I take a deep breath and grip the steering wheel a little tighter. My phone buzzes again, smiling I reach down to read the next message. My heart races in hopes that I am going to read that my new found lover will profess her feelings for me. I pull the phone up to the steering wheel and read. ?Where are you? It?s 1:30 Sean, what the fuck is going on?? my wife writes. My heart sinks, and I break out into a cold sweat. Reality has slapped me right across the face. Another buzz ?Come on slow poke, I am blowing your doors off here, I know you can drive better than that.? My palms sweaty, I try to type a response on my BlackBerry as fast as I can. ?Oh don?t worry baby, I will be on your ass in no time.? My breathing is shallow and fast, a car whirs by as I try to collect my thoughts. My wife responds ?What are you talking about, on my ass in no time? Sean, are you drunk?? Geezus Christ! I have just sent the message to the wrong woman, ?FUCK!! ?I scream. The endorphin rush of the sexual encounter earlier tonight, mixed the sheer fear of being caught is making it hard for me to see straight. I fumble with my phone and start to type a message to my ?other? woman. ?Hey, you know that I am a good driver, besides I am here right behind you know?. She looks into her rearview mirror and waves. All the while all I am thinking is that I have just been caught cheating Maltepe Escort on my wife. I manage to respond back to my wife. ?I am not drunk however I am a little frisky.? I receive a swift response back from her ?You know I have to get up early, you are such dirty fucking pig.? We finally hit the neighborhood we both live in, and approach the intersection where we both have to go our separate ways. I bop the horn lightly and smile and wave. She blows a kiss back to me we then speed off to our respective homes. Clicking the button to open the garage door I pull my car in, quickly walk to the trunk to retrieve my hockey equipment. As I enter the house I am greeted by my wife, who has a ?rather unimpressed' look on her face. I walk up to her and plant a kiss on her cheek. She rolls her eyes and walks up the stairs to bed. I breathe a sigh of relief hoping I have averted my serious blunder (and my actions). I rush my hockey bag downstairs, throwing it in the laundry room, click on the TV on tune it to SportsCenter then start the shower. Thought are running rapidly through my mind of being caught, and labeled as a cheater. What have I just done? However they wander back to the mind blowing sexual encounters I have shared with this other woman. She was right; we do share something I have never experienced in my life before, something way more powerful than sex. Another text message comes through, ?Hey babe, just wanted to let you know that I made it home ok. Thanks for a night to remember, we have to do this again very soon.? I chuckle and blurt out ?damn right we do? then take a glance around the family room. There are pictures of my wife and I adorning the walls, they have captured some great times in our lives. All of them I would never want to take back. My eyes are drawn to our wedding picture sitting on the wall unit. Guilt sets in again as enter the shower, the warm water feels amazing as I just stand there and let it cascade over my body. I get out and dry myself off and head to the couch, quickly drifting off to sleep. The next few days go by without any incident with my wife. She didn?t end up questioning me about the message that was sent in error. The occasional ?suggestive? text messages were exchanged between her and I, not to mention one full out cyber session that we had, it ended with her having to go to the ladies room at the office to ?finish herself off?. She mentioned that no man has ever made her feel the urge to masturbate so badly at work before, there must me something special about me, and our relationship. My wife and I continued to engage in our rather predictable lives, which included the sex. There were a few times I had to ask her to stop giving me a blow job due to the fact she couldn?t make me cum. My mind and body seemed fixated on someone other than her. My wife seemed mediocre at best at sex compared to her, like somewhat of a sexual rookie. The passion and lust just weren?t Maltepe Escort Bayan there for my wife like it used to be. "Was I saving it for someone else? Geezus Sean what in the hell are you doing?? I ask myself. Friday rolls along and I get a phone call, ?Sean I have booked a room at the Sheraton hotel tomorrow.You know the one- it?s on Highway 7 and Leslie. Check in is at 4, can I expect you sometime around then?? Shit! Really? She has booked a room on the weekend? How am I going to explain this one to the wife? My mind races on different scenarios that I can come up with, including an ?emergency? business trip to Ottawa. My thoughts instantly snap back to reality, do even want to go through with it all in the first place? Do I really want to throw my 12 year relationship down the drain? Torn and wanting to make sure that I make sure that what I have at home is meant to be, I accept. ?Yes, I will be there for 4. Should I bring anything?? ?Yes please bring some white wine, remember white is for special occasions. I also have something special in store for you, are you ready sweetie?? I start to nod and grin at my BlackBerry, somehow hoping she would somehow magically be notified of my intent. My heart races and I feel a very unusual tingle running through my body, I felt giddy ? a sensation I haven?t felt in such a long time. I giggle. ?Of course I am ready, question is?.are you? I am going to fuck you like the little slut you are. Filling your holes with my cum until you can?t take anymore. That?s what you want isn?t it Ally? ?Hmmm yes you know me too well, however I am not a slut for everyone?.I am YOUR slut. I love it when you talk to me like that. It?s such a turn on. I can?t wait until tomorrow- I am going to fuck you so hard.? She says with conviction. ?I can?t wait. I am getting hard right now just thinking of it. I will see you at 4:00PM tomorrow. Hope you have an amazing day, I know I will. Tomorrow can?t come fast enough.? I reply. She giggles. ?I know what you mean, I guarantee you it will be worth it. Bye for now sweetie, I love you.? I was at a loss for words (which does not happen often at all) ?Uh... I am sure it will be. I love you too. Ciao for now babe.? Just as I hang up, my wife calls. She tells me that she has made plans for friends to come over on Saturday. I had to intervene and let her know that we will have to postpone those plans until next weekend seeing as ?something has come up? in Ottawa and I need to fly out there tomorrow afternoon. The disappointment in her voice hit me pretty hard. Thankfully she understood and said ?You need to do what you have to do.? Saturday morning comes around and I am beside myself with excitement. I am dancing around the house as I pack for my ?business? trip. I make sure to send a few ?suggestive? text messages off throughout the day to increase the excitement level. It?s now 2 o?clock in the afternoon, knowing I have a few stops on the way Escort Maltepe I decide to throw my suitcase in the car and prepare to leave. My wife follows me out to the garage to say goodbye and send me off. ?It?s too bad you have to leave today, when will you be back again?? She asks. ?Tomorrow afternoon. I have to address a pressing issue with that big account in Ottawa that I told you about. If we lose his business, there is no way I am going to make that bonus and get that new car we have been talking about.? I reply. ?Yes! I think I may even go out and test drive a few today to narrow down the selection?. She says with a huge smile on her face. ?You go girl!" I say laughing. ?Oh there is one more thing I am going to be doing while you?re gone as well.? ?What?s that? I glance at her with a perplexed look on my face. ?I am going to be fucking myself wishing it was your cock inside of me, cumming over and over again as I scream your name.? She says as she winks at me. I start to laugh ?Oh, ok... Have you been reading 50 Shades of Grey or something?? ?You?ll find out when you get home, have a great trip. I love you.? She leans in a kisses me. ?Thanks hon, I love you too.? I open the door to the car and start it up. Revving the engines a few times suggestively; put it in reverse and back out of garage. I wave goodbye, close the garage door and speed off. I arrive at the local liquor store in record time, not being much of a white wine drinker I solicit the help of a closest clerk. I ask a few questions and they help my make a decision I grab two bottles of Stonleigh Savignon Blanc from New Zealand, pay for them and start my voyage to the hotel. My mind wanders to what will transpire over the course of the next few hours. My heart races and I feel my palms glistening with perspiration. Traffic is much lighter than normal; I arrive at the hotel at 3:30 and start to unpack my bags from the trunk of my car. Shocked, I look over and see her! I drop my everything and race over to give her a big hug and a kiss. ?Hey,baby! So happy to see you!? I say enthusiastically. ?Hello to you too sweetheart, I am more than happy to see you too!? She replies, smacking my ass as I reach down to grab her suitcase. ?You?ll pay for that...? I snicker. ?I was hoping you would have said that.? She glances at me and bites down on her lower lip. We manage to collect our goods and head into the hotel. We are greeted by Frederick; he asks if there are any special requests we have as far as our room is concerned. I ask for a room away from the elevator, seeing as we don?t need everybody listening in to our night. He graciously obliges and assigns one as far away as you can get. Frederick hands us our keys and wishes us a pleasant stay. We both giggle as we walk from the check-in counter to the elevators, having a hard time keeping our hands off of each other. Bing!*The elevator goes off we enter and look around, we are the only ones enter the elevator. I hit the button for the 7 th floor. As soon as the door closes we race to each other and lock in a passionate kiss, hands fumbling over one another with unbridled passion and lust. My hands make their way up her thigh, breaching the hemline of her skirt, as I feel the warmth of her hand between my legs.