We're in our 40s now, but about 15 years ago I cheated on my husband with a coworker at a restaurant I worked at. I had been married for a little over a year, and my coworker was 20 years old and attractive. We would joke alot at work and he would compliment me about my looks and perfume. One day I invited him over to smoke weed while my husband was at work. We went in the bathroom and while smoking I asked him if I could kiss him once. He said sure and it escalated to me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. We almost had sex but he needed a recharge and it was getting late so I told him to come back the next day. My husband came home and I had already cleaned myself up and felt shame and dirty but excited at the same time.
Well I waited for him next day in lingerie and I was nervous and excited. When he arrived he knocked on my apartment door and when I answered his eyes lit up. We smoked a blunt, and then I sucked his cock again. We went to the bedroom and I laid flat while he fucked me from behind, and I mean we fucked. One of the shelves I had next to the bed fell down from the headboard banging the wall and I was a bit loud. I flipped over and we finished in missionary with my legs spread open. He was wearing a condom the whole time too except for when I was sucking his dick. It's a memory I have that makes me feel shame and excitement at the same time, and I wouldn't do that again today. I made mistakes when I was younger out of sheer stupidity and selfishness, but I can't take it back.