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I have been with my wife for 25 years and I have slept with around 50 woman. All in the last ten years or so. My wife uses sex as a weapon so with my high sex drive I need to look outside the marriage. At any givin time I'm fucking 3 different woman weekly but are regulars no randoms. As one woman has had enough of the sneaking around I have another lined up to replace her. I've fucked one woman with my dick still wet from another's juices. I'm a pig I know. I can't help it. I'm a good looking successful guy and these woman there's hope they will have a chance with me but the truth is they don't. I'm straight with all of them. They know I'm married and that I'm not leaving my wife. I've fucked as many has 3 in the same day. The older I get the more I seem to need it. Having a woman suck my cock knowing just a hour earlier it was in another pussy turns me on. I intend to stop. I just can't right now. I fucked a little honey after work yesterday, fucked my wife last night, and I intend to fuck another today. All my lady's get it at least once a week except the wife. I'm lucky to nail her once a month. And she's boring. But knowing where my cock has been makes it better.
I am a 51 year old woman who is divorced now, About ten years ago when I was 40 or 41, me and my then husband was separated but, we were trying to get things back together again. We had four children ranging in age from 16 to 7 years of age. Long story short, I had an affair while me and my now ex were trying to get back together. It may not sound so bad except,the guy I had sex with was only 15 years old. He was a friend of my kids. I didn't notice of course but, he had a crush on me. One day he came by when the kids were visiting their dad at his place for the weekend, I was thinking he must have thought they were home with me but, come to find out later that he knew they were gone. When I told him they were gone for the weekend he actually asked if he could come in and ask me about something and I said sure. He was always very personable and talkative. He told me he had a crush on an older girl but didn't know how to approach her and asked me what he should do. I just said tell her that you have feelings for her, although you may get rejected and it doesn't feel good but, get it out in the open and see what happens. That's when he told me I was one he liked and I was floored!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I of course told him that nothing could happen between us for obvious reasons, him being a minor the biggest reason. However, something about this young boy was intriguing to me. maybe just the attention that someone so young would be interested in an older woman like me, especially, since 3 of my kids were girls and two were in his age group and my son was his friend. Anyway, he said he understood why something could not happen but, he did want to let me know his feelings. I can not believe I was truly flattered by this. Again, him being a somewhat bold fella, he actually asked me if he could kiss me and of course I said no, that would not be a good idea but, he actually persisted and I reluctantly gave in and let him kiss me. We kissed, and for whatever reason it felt good to me. He asked if we could do it again and, against my better judgment, I said yes and we kissed and we held it. Then that led to fondling each other and then it ultimately led to me taking him by the hand and taking him to my bedroom and having sex. I was so not thinking straight. After we were finished that time I really started panicking and told him he could never tell anyone what just happened and of course he said he would not but, when can you trust a boy so young to keep a secret about having sex with an older woman, especially around the neighborhood. For whatever reason I could not stop thinking about him though as crazy as that sounds. Even when me and my ex were having sex, I would think of this boy. Maybe because it is so taboo is what really turned me on to it. Anyway, 3 weeks had went by and it had not got out and another opportunity presented itself and he asked if we could have sex again,, I guess I felt I could trust him so we had sex again. We had sex maybe 4 more time in the next 2 months before I came to my senses and ended it. When I was going over it in my head, I was thinking all kinds of thoughts, that he might blackmail me by telling people about us or he might even beat me up. But I got the courage to tell him. He was disappointed of course but he understood and was okay with it. I guess he got to live out his dream of fucking an older woman. Me and my ex didn't make it together of course since I refer to him as ex, but as far as I know he or no one else ever found out about my ride on the wild side.
I cheated on my bf with his uncle while he was upstairs.
I am a woman in a relationship . I love my boyfriend so much and he does love me as well. He has a good white collar job but I work as an attendant in a cafe. I became friends with this guy who worked at the shop next to mine. He was funny, made me laugh and always joked about me leaving my boyfriend for him. I laught the topic off. Usually when we close the shop it's 12 am and no much people are around. One day things got a bit I tense and we had a quickie sex in my shop behind the counter table. It was awkward that we didn't even talk while leaving the food court. My boyfriend picked me up. He had no idea I just did it with another man. I was guilty . He touches me when we are in the car , but I cudnt let him because I was we down there with this other man's cum dripping out of my vagina. I felt so guilty buy the experience was so exciting. At the food court we still talk, it's awkward and we don't bring the topic and pretend nothing happened. However , I am not sure if I can resist myself doing it again if I get the chance to .
My boyfriend cheated on me recently. He admitted that he did it out of selfishness and that I was pushing him away, this was during my grandfather passing and he was like my second father, he said otherwise nothing I did contributed to his action and that at first it was cause he liked the attention he was getting, then he got annoyed with her because of how she started to treat him. We’ve been trying to get through it via separate and together but I’m starting to feel like I want to get payback, I’m angry and hurt very much still for obvious reasons and aside from the cheating our real has and still is amazing. We almost never argue, we communicate, anything he could want out of me I give and vice versa. What should I do?
I'm a married man and I've had a crush on my friends wife for a few years now. He's more of an acquaintance. I see her a lot more. I want to make sweet love to her in a major way. I find myself constantly fantasizing about her.
I work in the accounting department of a small business, and have daily contact with a girl who works in the mailroom. I'm 25 and she's a few years younger. I recognize her type. Poorly educated, pregnant at an early age, insecure, impulsive, etc. You get the point. She's dumb, but nonetheless she has a job and is pretty nice. And she's sexy as fuck. But again, in that insecure way. She doesn't dress slutty. She tends to wear things that don't show off her body, but she must have quite a few tattoos because I've seen them on her upper chest, arms, and behind her ear. She doesn't dress slutty though. I think she's half Mexican and half Persian. Anyways, a couple months ago I found out that a friend of hers who also works in the mailroom, has had a crush on me for a while. So at first this girl started talking to me a little bit, and I was thinking she just wanted to get to know me better so she could tell her friend who likes me. But as the weeks have gone on it seems more like flirting and less like her trying to set me up with her friend. None of them know I have a girlfriend.I would never cheat on her, but I often fantasize about the girl from work. I know she has a boyfriend. But it's like the fact that there are so many messed up things make it hotter. Not only would she be cheating on her boyfriend and me on my girlfriend, but she'd be cheating with me behind her friend's back who she knows has a huge crush on me. And she seems like exactly the type of girl that would be a total sub in bed and let me do anything I wanted. Every day when she brings me the morning work I think about forcing her down under my desk, and how hot it would look to see my cock buried in her throat. Like I said, I love my girlfriend, and she lets me do anything I want to her as well. I would never cheat, but it's such a hot fantasy.
I cheated on my best friend, with her fiance. I will call him Seth. When I first met him, I didn't like him on sight. The feeling was mutual. Seth was incredibly good looking, extremely tall and muscular. My friend desperately wanted us to get along but every time Seth looked at me, I felt his judgement and his annoyance. It was like he wanted my friend all to himself and I felt like I was losing her. I hated how good looking he was. I hated how perfect he was for her. I would look at him and he would literally make me angry. I can't really describe why. Two years pass, and they were engaged to be married. Seth and I still disliked each other but we had become quite good at playing polite company with each other and avoiding each other like the plague.
It was the Thursday before their wedding which was taking place on Saturday. I was a bridesmaid and my best friend was understandably freaking out about her wedding, as all brides do. Their wedding was taking place at an old winery - that had the most epic yard and house. The house was not lived in and they got the keys to the place on Thursday so they could start decorating. There was this beautiful winding staircase that they were going to take their pictures on. Anyways. I came by Thursday after work to help decorate. My friend and Seth were both there too. Seth and I were hanging hundreds of strings of fake flowers on that staircase banner. My friend had to leave early and she made some joke to Seth and I about not killing each other.
So Seth and I finished up in silence and then, almost in a peace offering, he went to the kitchen and brought me back a beer. We sat on those winding old steps and I finally got up the nerve and asked, "Why do you hate me so much?" He looked over at me and said, completely straight-faced, "Because every time I see you, I want to fuck your brains out."
I had no idea what to say about that, so I just sucked back that beer so that I had an excuse not to speak. I had two thought in my mind. 1) I want to fuck him too 2) He is my best friend's fiance. Never before have I ever been so torn in my life. I decided that I loved my best friend and that I just needed to get the heck out of there. I stood up, and turned to him and said, "That explains a lot. I know you love my best friend. I love her too. Let's just never talk about this again."
That is when he reached out, and I will never forget this moment as long as I live, he slide his hand up my thigh and then his fingers were up my shorts. I moaned and my legs against my will were spreading apart and he was fingering me like I have never been fingered before. I almost came. I was panting and looking at him and he was just staring at me. He yanked my shorts down, and then he was pulled me closer and his face was between my legs. And oh Lord, his tongue. Jesus. Between that and his two very big fingers I came so hard all over his face.
Next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees and without a condom, he was crushing me with his huge cock. I mean that thing was a monster. And I was bracing myself against those steps while he pounded me, absolutely fucked me to shit on those steps. He was yanking my head back with my hair and was saying things like, "I have never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I wanted to fuck you. The moment I saw you my cock was hard. This has been two years of torture." I have never been so turned on in my life. I had two orgasms during that and then he came inside of me. Without a condom.
When we were finished, we were both panting like we had run a marathon. I kind of moaned and said, "Oh no. Now what?" He said, "Well, the damage is done, let's enjoy this." We went upstairs and found the bride's room where there was a couch and chairs and I straddled him. He was tender that time, kissing me and kissing me while he slowly fucked me. I came twice more and then he came inside of me. Again without a condom. Then we jumped into the pool and swam around naked. Playing and drinking beer. Laughing. It was like I wasn't even with my friend's fiance. This was a completely different guy. He was funny and fun and sexy and interesting. I lay on the edge of the pool, my legs spread, staring up at the night sky. He stood in the pool and held my legs apart and pushed his tongue into me and made me come apart three times, never stopping, not even when I begged him. I loved how forceful he was. How demanding he was. I knelt on the grass and he held my head, pushing my mouth on that huge dick until I was choking and drooling, and he never let go until he was finished with my mouth. He never came in my mouth, but boy he sure liked my lips around him. The last time, he lay me down on the lounger by the pool and knelt in front of me. He put my legs on his huge shoulders and pushed so hard and deep into me. He just stared into my eyes and I orgasm-ed all over his cock twice more before he finally came inside of me.
It was 3 AM. We pulled on our clothes, made sure everything was in order and he walked me to the car. The last thing he said to me was, "Tell me not to marry her. I want to be with you. Tell me not to marry her." I just shook my head, got into my car. I bawled the entire way home. I wasn't sure if it was because I cheated on my best friend or because she was marrying the best sex I had ever had in my life.
They got married. I was the bridesmaid. Looking at him you would never know that had happened. He was back to being a complete jerk that ignored me. It confused me. We were all standing on those steps, getting our pictures taken. My best friend was so happy. Everyone was happy. All I could think of was that I had fucked Seth two nights ago on these steps. Yet here he was ignoring me. Except one glance. He looked back at me and his look said, he remembered everything. He looked completely tortured. And my heart was pounding so hard. I couldn't look at him after that. It was too hard.
During the reception, first there was the bride and groom dance and then all the other dances and then my best friend led Seth over to me and said, "Please. You two. I need you to kiss and make up. You two need to learn to like each other." And she forced us onto the dance floor. So we started to dance, it was a slow dance. Super fucking awkward. We didn't talk and I could see the bride giggling off to the side with the other bridesmaids. She thought this was funny. I thought he was being a jerk again until I felt his huge erection brush against my stomach. Our eyes met. We didn't say a word. As the song came to a close, he leaned down and said, "I hope I fucking knocked you up because I want nothing more than to be with you." I swear my knees almost gave out when he whispered those words to me.
He didn't knock me up.
Six months passed. We continued to ignore each other and be rude to each other. My friend just rolled her eyes. She told us that we must have hated each other in a past life. Little did she know that we were just working so hard to not cheat on her again.
Their marriage broke up. She was a mess. I was a mess. I comforted her. She said he just came home one day and said, "I thought you were the one but you aren't. And I can't live like this anymore." And that was it. He moved his stuff out. He had zero interest in reconciling. It was over. No amount of pleading or begging from her changed his mind.
Part of me was relieved. I thought, I no longer had to torture myself around him. No longer had to worry that I was going to slip up and cheat again. What was done was done. I could move on in my life. Except I didn't. The last person I had slept with had been him and no matter how much I tried, I had no interest in dating anyone. I felt like I was almost as heart sick as my friend.
Another six months passed. One night, my door bell rang, I opened my door and he was standing there. Staring at me. He just lifted me up, shut the door and fucked me right there on the foyer floor. We never even made it to the couch that was 5 feet away. We fucked and fucked and fucked. I kept telling myself that if I could only get this man out of my system, I would be cured. But the more we screwed, the more screwed I was.
We've been together for a year. Blindingly hot sex that just gets better and better. We have kept it a secret. I know the moment I tell my friend, she will dump me. I know the moment I tell our friends or my family or anyone, we will be judged and hated. I don't want to lose her and I don't want to hurt her.. I feel enormous guilt over this but he is like my drug. He is my world. I can't get enough of him. It's a mess. But when his cock is buried deep inside of me, I know that nothing else matters.
Can you confess if you keep on sinning?
I kicked my boyfriend out of the house when I found out he cheated on me. That was about a month ago, and now I've let him back under the condition that I know the passwords for all his social media so I can keep tabs on him.
Its funny giving him a hard time when he has no idea I've been cheating on him since our relationship started. I only kicked him out as an excuse to not have to sneak around for a few weeks.
I go looking on homemade porn sites for videos of my best friend. She used to be a swinger, and cheated on her husband for years with one lover in particular. I look for her because her lover had a tape of them together. I believe it’s more than one because he did a hidden cam once, then told her about it and she then tagged she loves the camera. I go looking for a hot haired brunettes that are hot and pale biy no such luck yet.
I was staying with my friend and his wife while looking for a job. He was always bragging how hot his wife was and how good she was in bed. I thought she was plain and overweight, but she had a nice big wide fat ass.
Usually I would go job hunting shortly after my buddy left for work and not return until the end of the day. One day, my interview was canceled and I was near the house, so I thought I would stop by and grab a bite to eat. When I came in I heard my friend’s wife upstairs making noises. I went upstairs and peaked in the bed room - she was masturbating with a vibrator. I waited until she was in the throes of an intense orgasm, when I walked in and took off my clothes. She was bewildered, especially when I tossed the vibrator and mounted her. My friend was right, she was a great lay and orgasmed with me when I came deep inside her. After the glow of sex wore off she said she was pissed at me for taking advantage. Then I took her again, bending her over the bed. No complaints after that.
This became a daily routine after my friend left for work. It definitely prolonged my job search.
I have to begin with a bit of a backstory. I met my (now ex) girlfriend 3 years ago at a party of a mutual friend. We hit it off rather quickly and I fell in love with her that same night. Because of me still going to university, we could only see each other at the weekend, as I am lived 3 hours away from home. Around 4 months into our relationship she confessed to me that she had slept with another man, because she felt lonely and desperate. She apologized profusely and I believed her - mistake no 1. I had one more year of university left and as I was told afterwards, she cheated on me several times with several different men during that period.After I got my degree, we both moved to another city. At first everything was great, living together seemed and felt like the right thing. I loved her so much. But it didn't take long until she became quite hostile and reserved towards me. She would try to start a fight every chance she got and made mountains out of molehills (if you know what I mean)We stopped having sex long ago, affection was long gone and this went one for a couple of months. And that's when she confessed that she's been seeing someone else for quite a while now. She said she wanted to break up with me and move in with the other man.She moved out immediately after this talk. I was so heartbroken. I broke off every kind of contact to her, even when she offered to stay friends. I just couldn't take it.Now to my confession: I am still living in the same apartment I used to live in with her. Two weeks ago, a letter was sent to my apartment addressed to her. At first I thought I would just throw it away, as I did with every other letter I got with her name on it. But I was just too curious. It was a letter from her credit card institute. It was the third reminder sent to pay for some long overdue debts she had and if she would not pay within 10 days they would take legal measures.I really considered telling her about that letter but that's when she sent me a really ugly message on Facebook. She insulted me and named me quite a few things, as she "found out" that I told my friends about why we broke up (b/c she cheated on me). She said I had ruined her reputation and that she would "sue more for all I have" and "cut my dick off"... stuff like that. It was really bad...So, I decided to not tell her about that letter.Please forgive me, but I really hope she gets some hell for what she did to me.
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I woman watch even with my wife around. I check out woman's ass's and tits. Especially if there big.
When I get cloudy af and hookup with my fellownimale playmate, I occasionally like him wetting me in my panty-clad ass before he pulls out.
Wearing my wife'st quetly "borrowed" thongs usually.
She welcomes me home when I arrive after man time, and underneath my Carhartt's I have her panties on, and an ass ausually hung man's bare cock filled with cum and piss less than 30 minutes before.
I love her :)
Smoke hits my lungs, panties go on, bottom slut personality takes over.
Yay meth. Loveit.
I'm sixteen, and recently over spring break i went to the beach with my bf and some friends. i was wearing a pretty skimpy bikini, and this older guy (at least twice my age) was checking me out. At first i was a little creeped out, but then a bit turned on. i happened to meet up with him when i went to the bathroom, and we were alone. i gave him a look, and he gave me a look back... one thing led to another, and he ate my pussy out and then we had sex. he was bigger than my boyfriend, and a lot more experienced. i'll probably never see him again, i don't even know his name. But i know i shouldn't have cheated on my boyfriend. i feel guilty, but it was great having the attention of an older guy. i'm not underage (at least where i live) so it's not like we did anything illegal. But i know i still shouldn't have done it. i don't think my bf will ever find out, but i'm not sure how to stop feeling guilty about it everytime i see him.
I'm f16 and I'm dating a guy (18) and he's the love of my life. I love him so much. We've been together for almost 3 years and have been sexually active for two. He has never cheated on me and loves me so much. Last summer I was talking to another guy I was going to school with and it turned into more than just talking. We started sexting and eventually we had sex. It was different because I had been with my boyfriend for so long and I was really nervous. Since then we've only seated but we plan on fucking tomorrow after school. He has a huge dick and it felt really good. My boyfriend is kind of small and it doesn't really please me all the time. He doesn't know I'm fucking one of his friends but his dick is so good I just keep going back for more.
I was married for 15 years before I finally had sex with another man. I was 40. I found him on Craigslist. i took a long lunch hour from my work, and drove to his apartment. When I met him, he was dressed only in a bathrobe. We went inside, and I undressed, and he started sucking me. I returned the favor. It was amazing! He laid down on his couch, with his ass in the air, I slipped on a condom, and fucked him. I'd never had anal sex before. After I came, he took off my condom and sucked me. It pretty much became a regular thing after that with other men. I went to one guy's house, and he ate my ass, sucked me, but I got scared and left. I started visiting the booths in adult movie theaters after that. I was sucked by a lot of guys, but I was too scared to reciprocate. I wanted to be fucked in my ass, but I was scared to do that even with a condom. I moved a few hours away after a few months with my wife, and pretty much did the same thing. I hooked up with a few guys at my place while she was at work, and hit the adult theater in town and did some sucking and jacking off with guys there. The last time I fucked a guy was in a theater, and he had a massive cock. I was planning on sucking him, but he was sitting down, and spread the cheeks of his ass, and I knew he wanted me to fuck him. I didn't have a condom, but he said just to do it, and I slid my cock inside him and exploded in his ass. I was scared of getting an STD, so after that I was tested and came up negative, and decided to play it safe. I met a few guys after that, and not surprisingly the marriage ended up in divorce. All told, during the marriage I was playing with guys on and off for about 15 years, but I never got caught. After the divorce, I remarried, and stopped playing around. I think I did it only because there was no sex in the first marriage. But I have a fond memory of fucking that last guy's ass. Still makes me hard. I guess I'm bi, but I don't feel like I need to act on it any longer. My new wife and I are really happy in bed, and she has no limits. I don't think I'll do it again with another guy, even though the thought makes me hot. I couldn't do it to my wife. The first wife was a bitch from hell, so I didn't mind cheating. Now, though, my new wife is great, and I just couldn't do it to her.
I have met and became friends with the guy after selling my car at job (dealership). We kept in touch via Facebook and text. Before long we became friends on Snapchat. After stopping by his job a few times to say hi one day he grabbed my butt while hugging me and saying bye.
Couple days later we began to exchange photos and lusting at each other to the point just looking at his cock pics has me wet and horny for him. We made plans to meet which fell through and finally we did and stroke his huge cock, he sucked on my hard nipples and licked my wet throbbing pussy. I wanted to fuck him so bad, I wanted and was tempted to take him to the other room and have him fucked me so bad and licked my pussy dry. But I was so nervous and scared since we are both married adults.
I Hope on our next encounter we can fullfill and finish what we started. I know he wanted to fucked me so bad but I could see his guilt and pleasure in his face. I just wish we weren't in our situations so we wouldn't have to hide n be involved.
My wife is a wh*re. She cheated on me for several years. We’re in our 40s so maybe almost 2 decades. It’s hard to say. I gave up. She assumed I condoned or let her sleep around with 2 lovers of hers when I couldn’t satisfy her. I actually blamed myself because we became swingers because I wanted to sleep with a blonde woman that swung. I also stupidly thought it would make our sex lives better. It did for her.
My wife is more attractive than me. This is usually the case with most couples. I will only admit that here as I’m a fraud of a person. When people see the real me, I become more Republican than I actually am. We hide and hide often. That is slang for being full of crap. I am one being why I likely hide and pretend I’m all that when people that pay attention would know outside of having a great butt, I’m nothing.
We became swingers and were quite successful I believe that because my wife was and is gorgeous. She’s not as gorgeous as she was in her 20s and 30s but she has Lyme disease and stuff popped up. She also hides behind the bottle a log and is now a drunk, so she’s lost a few steps.
I still love her anyway but I wonder if she doesn’t cheat now because she thinks nobody would have her. Maybe that’s a good thing but I can tell she’s profoundly unhappy. After we had a few couples all those years ago, she started cheating. It was with a guy she had sex with when I had sex with his wife at the swingers club.
They hit it off more than I did with his wife. He was a built stud with long hair and I’ll admit if I was a woman I’d have killed to have his body and attitude. Face not so much but he knew how ti pleasure a woman and had a body most would kill for despite being much older than us.
I thought he and I were friends but that I believe was a facade and obvious lie so he could easily have access to f**k my wife. I didn’t know about it for years because it happened while I was working. Of course. Little hoe she said was.
I eventually suspected something was up because there was a sock that didn’t match anything I’ve ever worn near the side of our bed. I went to a shop that specialized in spying equipment and set up a dinky camera near our dresser. I put more all around the house because the investment made sense. In many ways I wish I hadn’t. They had sex in every room and in every which way.
He satisfied her better than I ever did and he did things I never did because I sucked at them. I guess for some of us it’s embarrassing to have our wives teach us because there are men out there that already knew. He sure as hell did much like another friend of hers I caught her with when he briefly visited us in the guise of a weekend trip before seeing his family. It was for her. Only her. Of course it was.
She stopped seeing my ex friend as I now saw him as despite lying to my wife that I still considered him a friend. All those hours of video and audio of them together I wanted to kill him. I almost did. I eventually told her enough of him or I’m done, only to take it back.
Many would likely read this and say why didn’t you dump her. Later, did once and she had other lovers during our time apart. I had one woman but I missed my wife. This was pure hell. At the time our 3 kids were very young and although they unfortunately knew all about the men she slept with even when they were sometimes around, we got back together and she moved back.
Within a week her usual lover was in our bed making love to her. It stopped, then started again so I told her let’s swing again to open up the marriage. She thought this was odd but she was excited. I wonder why. She also cammed as we didn’t have tons of money. This was my bright idea and seemingly showing off my then hot wife. What was I thinking?
Child services found out about it and we got in trouble. My wife did more because she was nude all over the web and my kids saw her. I guess one of them told. She became suicidal over this but like clockwork retreated to her lover again. Eventually, they stopped but she then listed after he real best friend who was better looking than her lover of several years. I left to attempt to clear my head.
This time I slept with several women I kept hidden from my wife because I already know what she was and likely still is. One was one of her best friends and I threw it in her face that the sex with us was incredible. Amazingly, it was and it was often: The problem was she was also sleeping with my wife and my wife fell in love with her.
This woman used both of us because she’s a narcissistic opportunist and another hoe. She stayed with us for about a year sleeping with both of us before finding a would be sugar daddy of some sort. I’ve realized I can’t have anyone that didn’t already have my wife or she’d come after them later. It’s likely still going on despite my wife finally looking average and being beat up from life. Good.
Her sex life is like mine, alive when we’re very horny or high. Sometimes when drunk which is often, she’ll tell me about all her conquests and one of them she always lies about when sober. I know otherwise. I have that on tape too. I slept in the next room while she slept with her best friend. She was in love with him and I found out she wanted to leave me for him but she panicked and went back to her older lover.
I’m a masochist but I love my overly slutty wife. I just do. Why I stay doesn’t say much about me but I love her. The thought of her alone in the world (let’s be honest she’ll never be alone) without me makes me sick. Maybe that’s because I just need her more than she needs me. She says she’s happy but why constantly drink? We try to woods things go as she doesn’t cheat now but only because she works so much and has several disorders. It’s hell but it’s life. I deserve this. It’s my private hell.
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