I slept with a bartender after taking a break from my relationship with my husband
My husband and I have been married for 12 years, and after constant arguments and just overall sourness towards each other, we decided to take a break about 3 months ago. I went to stay at my mom's and he stayed at the house. It was a shitty time and between my mom asking me a million questions and just the overall numb feeling I had, I wanted to be away from everyone.
I decided to get a hotel room for two days in a town about a half hour away from my mom just to have some personal space to think about things. There was a bar nearby and I decided why not have a few drinks and drown out the idea of my failed marriage. I wore a maxi dress since that's the only decent looking thing I had packed before I left my mom's. I was having a drink at the bar when the bartender complimented my dress and asked me my name and introduced himself. He was cute, dark skin, fit. He said he was Cuban and I loved his accent. In between other customers he kept coming over to me and asking questions, asking me if I was single and if I just moved to the area since he never saw me before. We spoke for a few and I brought up how I was taking a break from my relationship. He asked me why and we talked for a bit, and then he asked me if he could give me his number and if I wanted to hang out some time to text or call him.
I took his number and called him to confirm I had it right and told him to save mine. I went back to the hotel a bit drunk, took a shower, and was about to call it a night when he texted me around 12am telling me his shift had ended and asked me if I wanted to hang out. I texted him the hotel address and room number and not a word more. He texted me back "on my way". When he showed up and I answered the door, I was wearing my towel from when I got out of the shower. He looked at me, up and down, walked in, slowly put his hands on my waste, pulled me a bit close to him, and kissed me. I practically melted. We kissed our way into bed onto my back, with him on top of me kissing me, my towel pulled open, and him grabbing and playing with my nipples. Then he kissed me down my stomach and started eating me out. I hadn't had that for years and it shocked me when he started doing it but it felt amazing. After I was done cumming on his face he put my legs up and fucked me while standing at the edge of the bed, and I mean fucked me in a way where I felt his cock burying itself in my stomach.
Afterwards he left and we met up the next night and fucked twice more before I told him I was checking out. He told me to call him if I ever wanted to hang out again, and I thanked him for listening and spending time with me and I told him that he gave me hands down the best sex of my life. (I'm sorry it was)
It's been 3 months and Im back with my husband. We've talked ALOT and have been doing well together so far, arguments have stopped, and he listens more, but I haven't told him about those two nights. I don't want to crush him since I still love him.
I decided to get a hotel room for two days in a town about a half hour away from my mom just to have some personal space to think about things. There was a bar nearby and I decided why not have a few drinks and drown out the idea of my failed marriage. I wore a maxi dress since that's the only decent looking thing I had packed before I left my mom's. I was having a drink at the bar when the bartender complimented my dress and asked me my name and introduced himself. He was cute, dark skin, fit. He said he was Cuban and I loved his accent. In between other customers he kept coming over to me and asking questions, asking me if I was single and if I just moved to the area since he never saw me before. We spoke for a few and I brought up how I was taking a break from my relationship. He asked me why and we talked for a bit, and then he asked me if he could give me his number and if I wanted to hang out some time to text or call him.
I took his number and called him to confirm I had it right and told him to save mine. I went back to the hotel a bit drunk, took a shower, and was about to call it a night when he texted me around 12am telling me his shift had ended and asked me if I wanted to hang out. I texted him the hotel address and room number and not a word more. He texted me back "on my way". When he showed up and I answered the door, I was wearing my towel from when I got out of the shower. He looked at me, up and down, walked in, slowly put his hands on my waste, pulled me a bit close to him, and kissed me. I practically melted. We kissed our way into bed onto my back, with him on top of me kissing me, my towel pulled open, and him grabbing and playing with my nipples. Then he kissed me down my stomach and started eating me out. I hadn't had that for years and it shocked me when he started doing it but it felt amazing. After I was done cumming on his face he put my legs up and fucked me while standing at the edge of the bed, and I mean fucked me in a way where I felt his cock burying itself in my stomach.
Afterwards he left and we met up the next night and fucked twice more before I told him I was checking out. He told me to call him if I ever wanted to hang out again, and I thanked him for listening and spending time with me and I told him that he gave me hands down the best sex of my life. (I'm sorry it was)
It's been 3 months and Im back with my husband. We've talked ALOT and have been doing well together so far, arguments have stopped, and he listens more, but I haven't told him about those two nights. I don't want to crush him since I still love him.