Cheating

In 1994 I had been married for three years. My husband was traveling for work in Europe for two weeks. Two days after he left his Visa bill came and it had strange charges on it. I called the credit card company and they were charges from a 800 sex line. I challenged the credit card company, but as they dug deeper they found over six years and over $6,000 of charges. I was so upset, I was crying, I was mad, I was just so appalled, and to make things worse I could not get a hold of him. I went to a little local dive bar for a drink. The only man in there was the bartender/owner. He asked me why I looked so upset; I told him that I was fighting with my husband. They told me that things would be ok and bought me a glass of wine. I drank it, then another. I was only 87 pounds back then, so I was drunk. I began to open up and tell him everything. He didn’t respond as I would expect, he didn’t call him names or side with me or say it would be ok. He told me that I needed to do something rash, and he wanted to be that something. Older men always have a way to control me. He said something like he was old, but that he was well hung. I never really said yes, but I never said no either and he went an locked the door and shut off most of the lights. He walked over to me and began to kiss me and take off my clothes. I was naked and soon so was he, his cock was truly large and I was afraid. Then he bent me over a barstool and started to fuck me from behind. He was so thick that I was almost screaming with each thrust. He picked me up and brought me behind the bar and sat me on the lower section and began to fuck me again. Hard deep thrusts, he was fucking me hard. Then he came inside me. As I was getting dressed he asked me if I wanted another drink. I stayed for a couple more. As I was leaving he told me to come back the next night for some more. So I did. When I got there all the guys in the bar knew my name and the place cleared out right away for us. I continued to go back each night while my husband was gone and By the time he got home I was so over what he had done and we never really talked about it. I continued to go to this bar when he traveled until we moved three years later.