A Little Christmas Guilt - Sex Stories

A Little Christmas Guilt

... lighting in the living room. My wife was sitting there and when I entered she got up and slowly came to me. She stopped a few steps from me and I could see she had been crying. I immediately thought “Oh god, she’s found out somehow!” In an attempt at staving off what I felt was inevitable I asked, “Darling, what’s wrong?” She threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and burst into tears. “I can’t keep this from you,” she sobbed. “Something happened yesterday. Something that you must know about. Something that I’m so ashamed of.” If I was in turmoil before, now it was magnified tenfold. “Tell me. Tell me please! What is it?” I said as I walked her to the couch where we sat down. She looked at me directly in the eyes, and with tears running down her face, said, “I’ll just tell you straight. Yesterday we had an informal Christmas party after work. There were perhaps ten of us, and we went to a bar a couple of blocks away. I ended up having too much to drink, and one of the guys offered to drive me home. I was grateful for his offer, but he didn’t drive me home though. He drove to his place and I was stupid enough to go inside to have another drink with him. One thing led to another and I ended up in his bed.” I was stunned. My mind was spinning as I tried to make sense of all that was going on, with myself and now with her. “My god, what’s happening to us?” I finally said. “Oh please.” She was sounding panicky. “I don’t want anything to happen to us. What we ...

... have is too good and I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to it. I need you to forgive me, but I don’t know how to ask you.” I gripped her shoulders. “No, you don’t understand what I meant. It’s so totally bizarre! Listen to me. Something happened to me yesterday too, and the guilt has been tearing me apart, just as it’s doing to you. Yesterday evening, not long after we spoke on the phone, I had sex with a woman who was staying in the same hotel as me. This whole thing is unbelievable. What happened just isn’t me. And what happened just isn’t you. That’s what I meant when I asked what’s happening to us.” We stared at each other with uncomprehending looks and then held each other tighter than we ever had. After awhile we talked about us and our relationship, and we both had to agree that it couldn’t be stronger. Relief swept over us but neither of us could explain the same bizarre occurrence that had overtaken both of us on the same day. We had a late dinner and went to bed. We lay silently in the darkness of the bedroom holding each other, our thoughts trying to make some sense of things, when she said to me, “Would you be willing to tell me the details of what you did?” “Of course I would, but I want the same from you, okay?” When I was finished, she said in an almost breathless voice, “My god! That’s an incredible story.” We were both quiet for what seemed like an eternity. She finally broke the silence and spoke in the same soft, breathless way. “Can I tell you ...