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04/08/2020
I met a guy I really liked. We dated for most of a year. I won’t lie. It was fun. I would go out on dates and have fun while my adoring husband stayed home and waited for me. I would get so horny getting dressed for a date while my husband made dinner and helped me pick out an outfit for the evening. I got to experience the fun of being out on the town with another man, getting the thrill of having an affair while knowing that my husband was okay with it.
The dates were fun. Musicals, the driving range, dinners. I was dating. I did those kind of crazy things that married couples don’t do, like going down on my boyfriend in a dark corner of a parking garage, then rummaging through my purse looking for napkins to wipe his cum off my face before going back inside.
There were several mid-day hotel romps. And I spent my first night alone at a hotel with him. We woke up in the morning next to each other and had dirty, carefree morning sex, disheveled hair and all. He took me lingerie shopping and I sent pictures to him from the dressing room, modelling for him and letting him choose what he wanted me to wear. My husband never saw me in those items. Adding to the kink of the whole thing, my husband and I agreed that they weren’t for him.
Eventually it got to be too much. It was fun, and I never developed “feelings” for the other guy. I liked him, but it was just fun and it was still only about doing something kinky with my husband and me. But it was difficult to keep my husband involved in the whole thing. It was always hard to send text messages to my husband during the date since my boyfriend didn’t know that my husband knew. I’d send an update when we were heading back to the hotel, or when he was in the bathroom. But it’s not like I was doing play-by-play throughout the evening.
Meanwhile my husband was at home holding his phone and waiting impatiently for any update. And when I’d get home in the early morning hours after a long evening and several rounds of physical sex, I was usually so tired that I just wanted to go to sleep. I was too wiped out to immediately answer a bunch of questions about what we did. And I was usually too physically sore to have sex. My husband had to wait, poor baby, I felt sorry for him but he didn’t seem to mind.
Eventually though it didn’t seem like it was something we were doing together, so I stopped it. It was fun while it lasted, but it’s harder than it sounds. Still, we sometimes talk about the whole thing during sex. He thinks it’s kinky that there have been moments — things I’ve done, words I’ve whispered or had whispered to me during sex, moans I’ve made — that he will never know.
The mystery of the whole thing is hotter and sexier to him, and that makes it hot to me.
I have now met another guy and I still only seen him without my husband. But he knows that my husband knows and was cool with that. He’s since moved, but we had a few dates before he left. He was simply the best fuck of my life.
He’s hot, has a great body, very dominant in bed, and his cock is beautiful not huge but large. He’s incredible. We stay in touch every so often and I hope I get to see him again. My husband and I have talked about taking a vacation together to see him and getting a hotel suite. My husband would stay in the other room. I’ll let you know if we take that trip.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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The dates were fun. Musicals, the driving range, dinners. I was dating. I did those kind of crazy things that married couples don’t do, like going down on my boyfriend in a dark corner of a parking garage, then rummaging through my purse looking for napkins to wipe his cum off my face before going back inside.
There were several mid-day hotel romps. And I spent my first night alone at a hotel with him. We woke up in the morning next to each other and had dirty, carefree morning sex, disheveled hair and all. He took me lingerie shopping and I sent pictures to him from the dressing room, modelling for him and letting him choose what he wanted me to wear. My husband never saw me in those items. Adding to the kink of the whole thing, my husband and I agreed that they weren’t for him.
Eventually it got to be too much. It was fun, and I never developed “feelings” for the other guy. I liked him, but it was just fun and it was still only about doing something kinky with my husband and me. But it was difficult to keep my husband involved in the whole thing. It was always hard to send text messages to my husband during the date since my boyfriend didn’t know that my husband knew. I’d send an update when we were heading back to the hotel, or when he was in the bathroom. But it’s not like I was doing play-by-play throughout the evening.
Meanwhile my husband was at home holding his phone and waiting impatiently for any update. And when I’d get home in the early morning hours after a long evening and several rounds of physical sex, I was usually so tired that I just wanted to go to sleep. I was too wiped out to immediately answer a bunch of questions about what we did. And I was usually too physically sore to have sex. My husband had to wait, poor baby, I felt sorry for him but he didn’t seem to mind.
Eventually though it didn’t seem like it was something we were doing together, so I stopped it. It was fun while it lasted, but it’s harder than it sounds. Still, we sometimes talk about the whole thing during sex. He thinks it’s kinky that there have been moments — things I’ve done, words I’ve whispered or had whispered to me during sex, moans I’ve made — that he will never know.
The mystery of the whole thing is hotter and sexier to him, and that makes it hot to me.
I have now met another guy and I still only seen him without my husband. But he knows that my husband knows and was cool with that. He’s since moved, but we had a few dates before he left. He was simply the best fuck of my life.
He’s hot, has a great body, very dominant in bed, and his cock is beautiful not huge but large. He’s incredible. We stay in touch every so often and I hope I get to see him again. My husband and I have talked about taking a vacation together to see him and getting a hotel suite. My husband would stay in the other room. I’ll let you know if we take that trip.
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Tanya