Curiosity and Guilt

From The Wife:

So the hubby filled you all in on my flirting rendezvous with the first date I had since him. 

After my VERY nerve racking yet pleasant first encounter we both thought I should be more comfortable with the next encounter.  So the hubby found a couple of people on the site for me to ponder over and I kept going back to one.  The hubby set it up where we would email each other.  The first couple emails were very tame, just getting to know each other but then they started getting hot.  He told me what he wanted to do to me and as much as it made me blush, it also made me wet.  After our initial getting to know each other through emails, we decided we'd like to meet so with the hubby's permission, I gave him my number to text me.  We flirted in our texts and finalized a "date."

Can I tell you how weird it is to get ready to go to work and try and look attractive for a date with someone that's not your husband?!  I hadn't been on a date in over 15 years at that point.  As much as I was excited to meet the man that was so flirty with me, I was extremely nervous again.  We did it this way so I wouldn't be so stressed and here I was freaked out anyway.  BUT at the same time, I really was curious what it would be like.

So once 5:30 hit, I drove to where we were meeting and I got there first.  He was running late so I ordered a drink and talked myself to stay right where I was instead of running.  I knew who he was when he walked into where we were meeting and I blushed 10 shades of red when he introduced himself to me. 

My first thoughts while we were introducing ourselves was how attractive he was.  I liked his quiet deep voice and also that he was funny, trying to make me more comfortable.  We talked for a long time about random things like music, sports, work...then he leaned in and whispered in my ear.  "So, what made you decide you wanted to try swinging?"  Uhhh...I don't know.  So I said that both the hubby and I were curious what it would be like.  Simple as that...CURIOUSITY.

After about two hours of getting to know each other, I decided to go to the bathroom and never once thought to look at my phone.  Oops...a few missed calls and a lot of texts from the hubby.  When I returned the man I met said he got a text from the hubby and said we were getting along fine and that he would like to meet the hubby as well. 

So off we went to our house.  When we arrived the hubby was practically at the car door.  I could tell he was nervous and also a little upset with me for not contacting him to let him know I was okay.  He was totally right on it all.  I should have let him know I was okay.  I honestly didn't think to since we were in a public place.  I will never do that to him again.

So we all went into the house and had a couple of drinks and the guys got to know each other.  It was weird sitting there with my husband who I love and the guy I just got to know a little and who I found VERY attractive.  If the hubby had not suggested us going to get to know each other even better, I'm not sure how long we would have sat there and talked.

I thought I'd be really weirded out kissing another man, but once he started kissing me my nerves were gone and I just enjoyed myself.  The hubby pulled my top down and started kissing my boobs and the other guy asked if he could touch and kiss too...umm hell yeah! 

We made out for a long time and I loved every second of it.  Nothing else happened.  Which is exactly what I wanted.  At least that is what I thought.  Things were running through my head of things I wanted to do to him, especially with the hubby touching my pussy and kissing my legs while another man was kissing me so passionately on my mouth, neck and boobs.  I wanted to know what it would be like to suck him.  I wasn't thinking actual sex.  I just wanted to know what it would be like to go down on each other.

But that didn't happen.  He left and the hubby and I went to bed and had wild awesome sex.  The next day though, I felt so guilty.  Guilty for all the things I wished had happened and didn't.  I felt like a horrible wife.  And to make matters worse, the hubby was asking me all these questions.  I was stressed and this encounter was suppose to be stress free and fun.  It had nothing to do with the guy and everything to do with me and the hubby. 

So what do we do now?