Cheated on My Wife During a Trip to London

I cheated on my wife during a business trip to London. Writing those words, admitting it to myself, feels like a weight I can’t lift. Seven years of marriage, built on a foundation of love and trust, and in one fleeting, careless night, I risked it all. We had shared everything together—the small, cherished rituals, our hopes for the future, even dreams of one day visiting London together. But now, looking back on that night, I realize I let loneliness and impulse cloud my judgment.

 

This trip was supposed to be routine. I had a series of meetings scheduled, dinners to attend with clients, and a few free hours I’d planned to use for sightseeing. London had always held a special place in our lives because my wife had studied there for a semester in college. She’d told me so many stories, shared so many memories of her time there, and we’d often spoken of visiting together, perhaps even for an anniversary. But here I was, alone in this city that felt so full of life and possibility, yet left me feeling strangely disconnected from everything familiar.

 

The rain pattered softly against the bustling streets of London, a city alive with both history and secrets. It was during this unassuming trip that I found myself caught in a web of desire, tangled between loyalty and temptation. I had cheated on my wife, the love of my life, during a trip to London, and each drop of rain felt like a reminder of the guilt that clung to me.

 

As I wandered the streets, the golden lights of pubs and restaurants beckoned, offering warmth and distraction from my internal turmoil. My mind drifted back to Clara, her laughter echoing in my memory like a sweet symphony. Yet, in a moment of weakness, I succumbed to the thrill of the unknown. An unexpected text from an old acquaintance led me down a path I never planned to follow.

 

I found myself sitting in a dimly lit pub in Soho, where shadows danced across the walls as couples laughed and whispered secrets. Then she walked in. With dark hair cascading over her shoulders and eyes that sparkled like the London skyline at night, she was something out of a dream—or perhaps a fantasy. Her name was Lily, and she was everything my heart had craved in its darkest corners. Soon, we got close.

 

Lily was incredibly fun to fuck, similar to the Escort for outcall to the hotel I used on my previous trip. She also loved that I was cheating on my wife with her.

“Tell how much sexier I am than her” she moaned one day as I was behind her slowly pumping my cock in her so I wouldn’t cum too fast. I kept having to close my eyes because seeing her little ass bounce and that tiny waist beneath my hands was all too much. She was like a human sex doll.

“you’re so much sexier, baby” I replied, pumping slower now, her words making me so hard.

“and tell me how much tighter I am”

Lily was not making this easy. I wanted to enjoy her tight pussy for as long as possible, but her dirty talk was going to make me cum.

“Fuck. you know you’re tighter. that’s why daddy can’t fuck you as hard as he wants or he’ll cum too fast”

“But what if I want daddy to fuck me as hard as he wants?”

That was enough to send me over the edge and I started pounding her like crazy only to cum hard inside of her minutes later.

My wife never found out about my fun with little Lily and I didn’t regret cheating on my wife even once.

 

My worst transgression was this last trip to London. My wife and I went to her aunt’s house for a big family get together. It was quite boring until I noticed the daughter of one of my wife’s cousins. She had bug blue eyes and that’s what caught my attention.

 

I spoke to her for a minute and found her name was Emily and that she was 20 years old. She ended up going upstairs to play with some of her toys she got for Christmas. The adults were preoccupied with alcohol and conversation in the living room so I went upstairs to continue talking to Emily.

 

“Emily, sweetie, could you come with me to the bathroom? I need your help with something.” The little angel followed me into the upstairs restroom.

“Emily, I need help with my tongue. it feels really itchy and there’s only one way for it to stop.”

“How’s that?” she asked, so sweet and innocent.

“Lay down for me, baby” I instructed and she did as she was told. I immediately slipped off her panties from under her red Christmas dress and dove my head between her legs. her tiny, hairless pussy was beautiful.

“ok Emily, I’m going to make my tongue feel better” and I started to eat her pussy. She tasted incredible, clean and fresh. she was moaning softly and I knew it wasn’t loud enough to hear from the outside. I also knew that I didn’t have a lot of time to get what I actually wanted.

 

I quickly undid my pants and sprung my hard cock free from my boxers. I placed my hand over her mouth. In one swift motion, I thrust my cock hard inside her, tearing her hymen to shreds. she screamed into my hand. I didn’t have time to soothe her, just fuck. Her pussy was the tiniest and tightest thing I had ever been inside and I honestly never wanted to stop fucking it.

I pounded and pounded her 20-year-old pussy, with each stroke my cock just got harder. I knew I wanted to cum in her but not before I flipped her around on all fours.

 

She looked even smaller like this. My cock throbbed as I entered her again. she didn’t even scream this time. I grabbed her little hips and just went wild. I fucked that little girl harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone. Finally, I decided to pull her on top of me and bounce her little body up and down on my cock. That turned me on for how easy it was to lift her. I was bouncing her and watching the tears stream down her face when I pulled her hard down on my cock to cum. A deep, guttural moan escaped my lips as the cum shot from my cock into this tiny little girl.

“Does your tongue feel better?” she asked through tears.

I laughed and pulled her off me. I parted her legs so I could watch my sticky mess ooze from her pussy.

“Yes, it feels great now. Thank you Emily! but you can never tell anyone how you helped me today, ok?” she agreed.

No one ever found out.

Next week, our friends are going out of town and their two daughters are staying with my wife and I.

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