A Night at an Adult Event

I've been married for two years now, but I recently attended a private adult event in our city. The space was dimly lit with red and blue lights, and there were soft pillows scattered around the room where people could sit and socialize. I met someone there, a woman named Jane who's also in her early twenties. We exchanged numbers discreetly while sipping on cocktails that had more to them than just their taste. Later, we found an empty room together, locked the door behind us. The moment was tense but exciting as she leaned into me, our bodies pressing close enough for me to feel hers fully against mine. I pulled her closer, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss that only seemed to intensify with each passing second. As we explored one another's mouths, Jane guided my hand down to the button of her jeans, undoing them swiftly and pulling away just enough for me to slide into her underwear. The fabric was soaked instantly, her arousal evident and overwhelming. I couldn't help but smile as she guided me further, her hands moving deftly. We both shed our clothes quickly after that initial touch, the room suddenly feeling too small for two people who wanted nothing more than each other's bodies. We moved onto a large mattress on the floor, the fabric soft and inviting under us. She straddled my lap as I entered her, our groans mingling together in rhythm as we found a steady pace that left no room for anything but this moment. The friction was intense and pleasurable, her body tight around me, every thrust bringing us closer to release. Afterward, as we lay side by side catching our breath, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt knowing what had just happened in a room meant for secrecy and anonymity, yet it's something I've kept from my wife since. It's been several weeks now, but every time I see her face or touch our wedding rings, the memory resurfaces with such clarity that it almost feels like yesterday.