How I betrayed my husband for the first time. Part I

My name is Carolina. I'm writing this story because the things I've been living in the last few years can't be told to most people I know. And everyone has the will to tell their adventures, to see people's reaction, or to tell them just for the pleasure of telling them. In the middle of my life, both familiar and professional, some of the things I've done could also be very bad. It's hard for most women to divulge certain things, no matter how liberal society is. So I'm gonna count here on the website, under anonymity. I'm just going to tell you a little bit of my life, in this first story, to take a stand. I am 27 years old and live in São Paulo, capital. I'm married to a very handsome and successful man, and I have no children, nor do I intend to have them so soon. I graduated from business administration and have been working for two years in a large bank in the center of the capital. I'm convinced that someone in my circle might recognize me if I read that story. But of course I'd deny it to death, so I'll risk it just for the taste of living that danger. My husband trusts me blindly and I'm sure he'd believe me in case anyone came to say that I write here. I can say I'm a wealthy person. I am certainly not rich, but I live comfortably in a beautiful apartment in the central part of the city, along with my husband. I'm not gonna tell you if I think I'm ugly or pretty, I'm just gonna tell you a little bit what I'm like: I think I'm high for Brazilian standards: 5.75m, 64kg and I have fulfilled hair (a little beyond half my back), light brown (they say I'm blonde, but I don't consider myself). My eyes are also light brown. My eyebrow is one of the two parts I like most about my body. She is slightly sharp diagonally and a bit thick, giving me a wild cat look that, according to my husband, conquered him the first time he saw me. I can also say that I have a body that's worked out. After all, if gym hours were of no use, I wouldn't pay 180 reais of tuition. I've always found my legs ugly, but every man says I say it just by charm, so I won't say it again. The other part I really like is my hip, which is pretty wide. I think the men who are attracted to me keep an eye on my hip. My second (and penultimate) boyfriend said I had an infallible combination: Large hip and big ass. I have small hands and feet and medium breasts. I'm extremely vain, but I don't like wearing clothes to provoke men. I mean, I don't like whore clothes. I like to look pretty, produce myself (a van, you must be thinking). Well, I don't know what to call it, but I know every man likes a well-kept woman. And that's what I do: I take care of myself, go to the salon every week, paint my nails quietly, buy pretty clothes whenever I can. I love skirts and dresses, although I always need to be in a suit or other work clothes. I take this opportunity to wear the clothes I like on the rides with my husband for the weekend and the holidays. I love sandals, clogs and heels. I don't wear very small panties. But I also hate granny panties. Rsrs. But it turns out that even medium panties look small, because of the size of my butt. Well, let's get down to facts! I married Felipe at 24, after two years of dating and one of engagement. He's two years older. He's 29 and, as I said, he's very successful in his profession. That's why we always go to the best places in town: The best restaurants, the best clubs, the best parties and, the most dangerous, we meet many beautiful and interesting people. That's a serious marriage problem. Attending so many interesting places always makes us meet dangerously attractive people. A year and two months after we were married, we went to an engagement reception for one of my husband's best friends, Allan. One of those beautiful parties, with the right to imported flowers and wines, and a strict costume. It was at this party that Marcos, a 31-year-old man at the time, and my husband's co-worker, was introduced to me. My beloved is very handsome and interesting, but there are certain men who keep us on our chins like Marcos. These men are people, and it's not just in soap opera. There's a lot of them out there, and they're eating a lot. Good and good. Rsrs. The fact is, I had to be an excellent actress to disguise my dazzlement. I kept the composure and didn't keep my mouth open when I saw that tall brown guy with the impeccably made beard, very short hair, black eyes, very strong and a perfect face. It's hard to tell how beautiful a person is. It's hard to describe a face. But he was really very handsome. But Beauty isn't enough. Man needs posture. He did. You need attitude. He did. You need to be charming. He was. It needs to be smelly. He was. My chin didn't really fall for too much willpower. When I slept with my husband about 2 a.m., I couldn't resist and asked very discreetly: - Did you also think that suit of your friend Marcos was horrible? - I didn't even notice - said Felipe. - What? I don't know how a woman lets her husband out like that. - It's okay. He's not married. - Oh, I just could. There. I was just discovering that that god was not married, apparently without raising suspicion of my attraction to him. I must admit, I slept thinking about that beautiful brown. It's been a few weeks. I thought a lot about Marcos, but no big deal. I always thought I could betray my husband one day, but I also always thought that it would have to be a very special occasion, with someone who really took me off my back. Marcos took me away, but it still didn't cross my mind to betray my husband. Things started to happen when I found him on the subway on my way home. I was standing, and he was facing me, in a suit and tie, reading a newspaper. I looked at him insistently in the hope that he would see me and that our eyes would meet. When I saw that he looked at me, I stopped looking at him and pretended I didn't know him. But then I realized he kept looking at me. I was thinking I was the best, lady of the situation. But he came down before me, and when he got off the train he said quickly: Say hello to Felipe and come down. Fell like a bomb to me. That meant that he saw that I was acting like a jerk and he knew I was a little confused. I always found an excuse for myself to take the subway at that very time from that day on in the hope of finding it. It happened about 10 days later. My heart went off when I saw him. On impulse I went to him: - I'm sorry about that day. I thought I recognized you from somewhere, but I wasn't sure. - Oh, that's all right - he answered with that thick, confident voice. We just had a chat about his work and my husband, and I was glad I talked to that wonderful man more time. I thought I could, if I found it more often, be friends with him. So much so that I didn't even hide from my husband that I talked to Marcos. We still meet about three times after that. The fourth time, he'd give me three kisses. My heart was racing! But I needed to keep up appearances. I don't know if I've succeeded, but I never tried to show the slightest interest. I've never been offered. I think women should appreciate themselves. I've never been a man, not even in my teens, even when I had those typical passions of my age. It had been over a month since the first date and that man was disturbing me. I thought about him a lot. I kept wondering what his body was supposed to be like, after all, he had a nice bearing. Tall, and apparently athletic (I had only seen him in a suit and tie). So my husband gave me news that could change everything, like it happened. I was scheduled for dinner at one of my husband's friends' house, and he said he'd like to go, because a lot of colleagues would be there. I immediately thought I'd find Marcos there. And I thought I could talk to him a lot, after all my husband already knew we were close because of the subway meetings and he didn't think it was bad. Dinner day came and I was very anxious. I tried to look as beautiful as possible, bought a beautiful dress to wear, but discreet, it turned out to be an informal dinner. So this time, things started happening. Go on. (Whoever wants to contact me, write to my email: [email protected]). Bjos