|I am a medical assistant and I have to work night shifts at a local hospital. I am happily married since 1998, and it is not my habit to cheat on my husband, but on two occasions it happened to have a couple of affairs, both with younger doctors I met at work. Last time it was 4 years ago, when I was 34. We usually got together in his on-call room, when I was working night shift. He was not married, although he had a fiancee whom he actually married only a few months after our relationship started. It was his first year as a doctor, after completing his residency, and he was 5 years younger than me. Being a very handsome young man, most single women were keeping an eye on him, and it was this spirit of competition that made me feel good when he hit on me. It took us almost 3 months to get intimate, and after that we both kept the relationship going for more than 2 years. We only met at work, at night 3 or 4 times a month, but it was enough for both, since we already had a husband and a fiancee (who became a wife, soon) respectivelly, waiting for us at home. About 1 year into our relationship, we were very busy with a few overnight cases, so we worked until 4:00am, and were able to go to our room only after that; we made love much later than usual, until about 6:00am, when our shift ended. We never used condoms, because I have a faithful husband whom I totally trust, and his wife is also a very nice, trustworthy Christian lady. Obviously he didn’t have too much sex since our last encounter, because he ejaculated a lot, all inside of me. I was not afraid of getting pregnant, because I was on the pill, but I realized what a mistake we made only when I got home, and being a Saturday, my husband was up and running, with the breakfast ready, waiting for me. He was very nice, and all he was doing had obviously a final purpose with happy ending, that anybody can imagine. Not only he fixed something great to eat, but he had a bottle of Champagne in the freezer, at 7:00am…lol. We had fun, joked, laughed, played with each other, and kiss a little, although I was tired after a night of work, without sleep, not to talk about the last 2 hours of making love, before getting home. When my husband took me to the bedroom, I was getting cold feet, because I knew he wanted to do everything by the book, as usual. There was no way I could let him do oral, because I was still full of my lover’s sperm, at least on the inside or maybe even on the outside too, from whatever spilled around when he got out of me. So, I was very reluctant about having the kind of sex my husband was dreaming of. I performed oral on him, but he still wanted to have regular sex, feel me wrap my legs around him, and do everything we usually did when making love. I told him all kind of weird stories, about being tired, about having a headache, about not feeling well, or not in the mood for sex, and, as a compromise, I barely let him ejaculate in my mouth, which I did only a few times before. He was not happy at all with what happened that morning, since we usually have great sex, but eventually I got away with it, and I kept it in mind for the next time. Having my husband so turned on and letting him down so bad was probably one of his worst experiences with me, in bed. He still recalls that episode from time to time, but of course has no idea what really happened. I laughed a lot with my lover when I told him the story, and after that we always used condoms when we made love right before going home in weekends.