A Little Christmas Guilt - Sex Stories

A Little Christmas Guilt

... his native tongue, and perhaps as a result, the service was as superb as the food. We had a drink before dinner and shared a litre carafe of exceptional wine during dinner, which the owner proudly told us came from his home village in Italy. Before we had finished it, he graciously topped us up with another half litre of the same, saying something to her in Italian that I could only presume to mean that he enjoyed our being there. We both hit it off really well, and our conversation flowed as if we had known one another for years. She was in town, like me, on business. She had been married for eight years. Both her and her husband had professional careers, and no kids. There were a lot of parallels in our lives. When dinner was finished the owner served us a shot of an Italian liqueur, which he said would help with the digestion and our sleep. I protested when he gave her the bill, but he said that the ‘signora’ had insisted to him earlier that she would pay the bill. She looked at me and said, “Please, let me pay. I really do owe you a big thanks for being so kind today,” and she followed it up with, “even if you saw me drying my hair.” When we left the restaurant and hit the cold night air we could both feel the effects of the alcohol, so we linked arms as we walked back to the hotel. When we got to her room we thanked each other for the lovely evening, wished each other good luck with our business efforts, and said our good-byes. Back in my room I undressed, pulled back ...

... the covers on the bed, and lay comfortably naked on the sheets as I phoned home. When my wife answered she seemed to be kind of remote, and when I asked her if anything was wrong, she assured me that everything was alright. We spoke for awhile about our respective days, and I asked her what she was eating as I could hear a slight smacking of her lips. “Oh it’s just a little Christmas cake from the office,” was her hesitant reply, and when she asked what I had done for dinner I told her that I had eaten with some of the guys I had spent my day with. I have no idea why I said that. I had no reason to not tell her the truth as my evening out had been totally innocent. Nonetheless, I harboured a nagging little feeling of guilt about it. I suppose it was because I had had such a wonderful time alone with another woman, something which, not surprisingly, I hadn’t experienced since before I was married. It might have been compounded by the fact that it was only two days before Christmas. I’m not in the least bit religious but the season does have its values to me, beyond the religious ones held by so many, and I think it played upon me. Before we said goodnight with our usual “Love you”, I told her that I was looking forward to getting home. I asked her again if she was alright, and when she told me to please hurry home there was an odd tone to it. Just the same, hearing her voice was, as always, stimulating to me and I was hard afterwards and was considering turning on a blue movie ...