This confession is about the first time I cheated on my husband of 11 years. First of all, this is not something I ever imagined doing. I was at a training seminar last year in a different state when this happened. To give you some background on myself, I am 33, married 11 years and we have 2 children. My husband had been the only man I had ever been with in my life. So needless to say when this happened, I by no means went looking for it. It all began while at this training seminar. On the first day, we were split into groups. In my group was 4 people. One of them, James was from Texas and he was also married. He was a very nice man and we seemed to have similar things in common so talking to him came naturally. The first day of class lasted 8 hours. Towards the end of the seminar that day, a group of us agreed to meet out for dinner that evening. Three of us came from the same hotel so we rode together. Yes James was one of them. At dinner we engaged in small talk and a majority of the time it was James and I leading the discussion. We had a few drinks and shared stories. On the way back to our hotel, James had mentioned that his company had put him up in a luxury sweet and we joked on how crappy my room was. He had asked me if I wanted to come up to his suite to see how nice it was and I said no but then reconsidered when he offered a few more times. It was still rather early so I figured I would go back to my room and call my husband, and then pop in at James' room just to check it out. I talked to my husband for about 15 minutes and said goodnight to our kids before saying goodnight to him. I sat there for a bit and contemplated just packing it in for the night. After a bit, I decided to run upstairs and check out James room. I took the elevator to the 5th floor and found my way to his suite. When he answered the door, he smiled at me and said I really didn't think you would come up. In all honesty, I was very close to not doing it but like I said I figured just pop in and be back down in my room to turn in. James invited me in, and offered me a glass of wine. I excepted and went and sat on the couch that was in his suite. We engaged in more small talk and he kinda hinted around to hopping into the hot tub in his suite. I just kinda laughed it off and we changed the subject, but it didn't take long and he was asking me again. One glass of wine soon was refilled and I will admit I was feeling it by then. James stood up and walked towards the tub and checked the water. He told me to go ahead and change in the bathroom if I wanted to take a dip. I went into the bathroom and while in there I heard the tub start up. Honestly, i was so nervous as I slipped out of my capris and top. Even took the time to fold my clothes and wrap a towel on myself. As I opened the door, I saw James sitting in the tub so I walked over to him. As I walked up the steps and started to ascend into the water I kept my towel on until the very last minute. Once in, I sat on the opposite end of where he was. He had another glass of wine waiting for me so I began to sip that one as well. I had moved over to me to the point where his hand was now on my leg closest to him. He was saying things to me that I will admit were flattering and the wine was taking its toll on me. The hand he had placed on my leg had moved its way up to the point where if I had pubic hair, his fingers would have been touching it. He leaned over to me and kissed me on the neck. Instinctively I pulled back but he continued kissing my neck and manipulating me with the hand near my vagina. It wasn't long and the kisses on my neck had moved to on the lips. By this time his fingers had found my vagina. This went on for a bit until he got even bolder and moved in front of my open legs. The kissing had escalated to a full blown make out session as the head of his erect penis found the opening to my vagina. Almost like it was meant to be, as we made out it found its way inside me. Soon I was holding James as his penis continued its assault on my vagina. I was moaning into his mouth as we were locked into a kiss and his penis was working its way in and out of my vagina. The tempo had greatly picked up now and then all of a sudden he stopped, pulled out of me and got out of the tub and got into bed. I could have went to the bathroom and left, but instead I got out and joined him. My legs were so weak and trembling as I slipped in under the covers. Needless to say that night my room sat empty and I barely slept. In the morning I went into the shower and he soon joined me and we ended up doing it again. Has anyone else been in a situation like this?