My name is Gloria, but my nickname is Glory, which seems unfortunate  since I now know what it can mean on the scene. 

I will take you back 5 years. I am married with no children and I was away on a course.

The evenings were social and a visit to the bar was encouraged. One of the men was a flirt, he flirted with all of the women, but as the two weeks progressed he spent more time with me and even asked me to his room twice, naturally I said no. That did not stop him flirting, but he was not pushy in any way, to be honest I was flattered.

It was the last night and I think it happened because it was the last night, or I may have had an extra glass of wine. 

I was coming back from the ladies’ as he was leaving the  bar. There was no one around and our eyes met. He kissed me, I did not even think about slapping him. I kissed him back. 

I went back to finish my drink.

I was waiting in my room beginning to wonder what I had done when there was a knock on the door. I opened it. Tim stepped in, very confident.

“Hello Tim”

He answered me with a kiss. I felt warm and weak. He put his hand to the side of my face.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Yes.” I answered.

He dropped his hand and felt my breast. Then further and found my zip. My skirt fell down to that point he had made all the moves. I started to run my hands over his body. He stepped back and undid my top. I was in my undies.

I helped him with his trousers and shirt. We were both in our underwear. I think I should say how big his bulge was at this point, but I never looked, I just looked at his eyes.

He reached around me with one hand and opened my bar. He took a breast in his hand and then kissed it.

I don’t know how we got to the bed but we did. He did not take my panties off, he slipped his fingers inside and worked my clitoris. He pushed his finger inside me and went back to my clitoris.

“You are very wet.”

“ Am I?” I am normally talkative, but I never said much that night.

I came to the fingers of a man I met less than two weeks before.

He pulled his shorts off and helped me with mine.

He pushed his cock into me. I was even hotter. I don’t know what I felt, but I did know it was good.

He kissed me and I came again, he was tender and did not stop when he came.

He did not leave when he left me. He spent the night with his arms wrapped around me.

In the morning he made love to me again. Yes, he made love.

At breakfast I avoided him, I think he knew why. I was feeling guilty. I was married and he was the first man I went to bed with that was not my husband.

I never told my husband, but every time we made love for a few weeks I remembered Tim and I felt guilty about that. Sometimes I played with myself, and I felt equity about that. I thought Tim was better in bed, and I felt guilty about that. If Tim asked me to his bed; up to a year ago I would not have gone. I think I would now.