I guess it serves me right
Ok so after 5 yrs of marriage i decide i'm going to cheat on my loving - but boring - wife. so i go to this nice hotel downtown where i know there are working girls at the large bar. i spot one who is eyeing me from across the bar area, i buy her a couple drinks while chatting. i tell her i'm married. she tells me she's only working not looking for a relationship. we talk more and drink more and i actually start to like her and want to get with her. she tells me to go get a room and i do. she actually blows me in the elevator on the way upstairs. we walk in the room and she pushes me against the back of the door and finishes the bj and she is spectacular. we get in the bed and she insists we leave the lights off. we hold each other for a while and then she blows me again long enough to get me good and hard and then she mounts me in a reverse cowgirl, which somehow she knows is my favorite position. so she gets me off and i mean OFF. we relax for a while and have another drink from the mini-bar with the room still dark. we hold each other under the sheets again and then she asks me to go down on her. i think again how she knows the things i love and eating p**** is near the top of that list. so down i go as she spreads her legs open to me. only then do i realize she has a c***. a big c***. a HUGE c***. i balk and i start to get sick to my stomach. i fall back on the bed and sort of freak. she was incredibly nice about it and apologized profusely. she said she assumed i knew what she was since almost all of the men who come on to her can sense it. she gave me her phone number as i left and told me to call her anytime if i decided i wanted to "walk on the wild side" (i may be the only man alive who didn't know what that phrase meant until that night). i guess this is what i get for deciding to cheat in the first place. but now i have found myself starting to think about this very beautiful girl (that's still how i think of her) more and more and i sometimes even drive by the hotel and think about going inside to see if she's there. i don't know if i could perform now knowing what i know and worrying the whole time........does this make me gay? or does it just make me a horrible husband? or both?