The following is not real. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go.

So, Im going to be straight up for a second. I think about fucking everyone I meet. I think about how they would feel under my hands. Or how I could make them cum. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him?
All of these and more race through my mind. Normally I push them out of the way. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out. And that’s how it was with my father in law.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Not just recreationally. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. As such, he was in amazing shape. Athletic and slim. His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. His hair was still black, aside from the gray that had begun to appear at his temples.
To be fair, I was in shape then too. More than one, actually. They were just circles of various sizes.
From that day forward, I wanted to fuck him. I wouldn’t say I was obsessed, but I did think about it often. I was still occasionally fucking Joe’s brother, so I would find myself comparing their cocks. Joe’s wasn’t small, necessarily, but it lacked his brother’s girth. I began to wonder what it would take to get Frank to fuck around on his wife. He had raised one son to have an intense moral direction. Joe doesn’t like anything I like in the bedroom, mostly because he finds it degrading to me.
On the other hand, his other son was a complete dirtbag. He was the one that came on to me first. To be fair, I kept it going after the wedding, but he could have said no. What kind of a guy fucks his brothers wife the day they leave for their honeymoon?
So what kind of guy was Frank? One of his sons was an outlier, but which one? And then what kind of woman would not only entice him to cheat, but to fuck his sons wife as well. It was the kind of challenge I rose to. I had to find out. It would be quite the accomplishment, fucking all the men in a family. Well, aside from mine, I guess.
It would be a process. A long one. Find out if he would cheat. Find out if he would cheat with a fat girl. Find out if he would cheat with a fat daughter in law. Finally find out if he wanted a whore or an angel. I could do either, but angel was temporary. I would see him pretty regularly, once week or so, more often during the summer. He had a pool, you see, and Joe loved to swim.
So I got to work. First step was to see if he was even interested. I waited until the next time we went swimming. That would be a few weeks away, so I contented myself through masturbation that mostly involved him and my dad tag teaming me. By the time we were actually going, not even these clit sessions could tide me over.
I had thought about doing a two piece, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I settled on my one piece. It would be sufficient for this. The changing room was their bedroom, and it had a sliding glass door that led to the pool. There was a curtain to pull to cover it. I thought about leaving the curtain open, but there was never a time when he was the only one in line of sight. Disappointed, I headed to the pool to join the others.
It was while swimming that I saw my first opportunity. The pool itself was a saltwater pool, and at one end was a hot tub fixture that overflowed in a waterfall into the pool itself. Frank was standing by the waterfall, talking to Joe, who was in the tub. I dove under the water, and while I swam to the waterfall, I adjusted by suit so that I had a nipple peaking out. I wasn’t able to be sure, and I didn’t want too much to show, but it was a gamble.
I rose out of the water next to Frank, my left nipple exposed. I slid up next to him and asked what they were up to. Joe couldn’t see my tits from his position, No one else would be in line of sight if I turned towards Frank. Slowly, with the waterfall falling on me, I turned towards him and asked him what he was drinking.
He looked to me and opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes went right to my tit. I held my breath. Would he say something? Would he freak out? Would he just stare?
The latter. As he responded to me, I slowly exhaled the breath I had been holding. His eyes were flicking between Joe, me, and my nipple. I was looking him over too. His chest had a small v shaped patch of graying hair, his nipples sat flush against his body. His neck was ridged by firm tendons and muscles. Fucking hell he was sooo hot. Joe began moving toward the stairs so I dipped down and fixed my suit.
I swam away eagerly awaiting my next chance. I was optimistic about this thing for the first time. Pushing the envelope and taking chances were such a turn on for me that I was spent the rest of the swim time rubbing my clit hidden by the water.
We caught eyes a few times after that, but he didn’t really betray anything else. A plan took form. I would be the last to get out. I would go into the room to change, and somehow entice him in there once I had stripped out of my suit and covered myself. Then, a quick flash, or something. I wasn’t sure yet.
As luck would have it, Frank and I were the last two. Improvising, I got out and piddled around outside until Joe had finished changing. I went in, and began to look around the room for something to give me an excuse to get him in here. I had to hurry, and act while he was alone in the pool area. If anyone else was there, they might come instead.
It didn’t take long. There was a hamper in the bathroom for towels, but Joe had been Joe and just piled them on top of it. Under the pile of wet towels, it might be missed. I stripped out of my suit, and wrapped myself in a dry towel. I rushed to the door and looked out. He was still alone, but he was out of the pool.
I slid the door open. “Hey Frank. Where do I put my towels?”
He looked at me in the towel, and flipped his head to the main doors into the house, possibly to see were everyone was, then back to me. “I-In the bathroom, Claire.” He said.
“I looked I don’t see it. Can you show me?” I asked. Deliberately I looked down. His wet trunks clung to his body. It wasn’t hard to see the outline of his cock, hanging flaccid, along his body. It was hard to gage, but he looked bigger than either of his sons. I let my eyes linger, then went back to his face. I bit my lower lip.
Wordlessly he started towards me. “Thanks, Frank.” I said, retreating back into the room before he got there. Now what? I thought to myself. Just dropping the towel would be a high risk high reward situation. If he reacts poorly, it might be impossible to say it was just an accident. Instead, I sat on his bed, facing the bathroom. I spread my legs, leaving the towel on, but parted just enough.
He came in and stopped. My breath caught again. For what seemed like an eternity he stared at me. He smiled slightly, but it was gone as quick as it came. He moved to the bathroom.
“Oh.” He said as he rounded the corner. “Fuckin’ Joe.” He said. He leaned down to begin picking the towels up. He turned his head to me. His eyes right between my legs. I know he could see my pussy. “Does he at least put thigs away at home?”
I just shook my head, looking at him. He looked away and stood. “Well, there’s the hamper. You can put the towel in there.”
I stood, bent over to grab the wet one I had used, and walked into the bathroom, passing him in the door way. I turned sideways, ass to him, as I slipped through. I stuck my ass out, and brushed it across his groin, feeling his bulge as I did so. I dropped the towel in the hamper.
I turned to Frank. He was staring at me. “Can you hand me my clothes? They are on the bed.” His face was red as he turned and proceeded into the room. As soon as his back was turned, I went for it. I dropped the towel. He returned and stopped as soon as he saw me. “Thanks.” I said. And I took the clothes. He stared at me. At my tits. My pussy.
“Claire, I-“ he began. I closed the door.
Fuck. I needed to cum. I heard the door slide open and then close. I thought about his cock, I thought about him pinning me in the doorway and forcing it into me. I wondered if he would try to fuck my ass. My fingers went to my clit. It didn’t take long before I was cumming.
After, I took stock of where I was. I had gone for broke. It hadn’t blown up in my face. And I felt like I knew he would cheat. I felt like he liked big tits, and I felt that he wanted me to be slutty. Maybe this would be easy.
I was wrong. The next few swim days he was noticeably absent. His wife had said that he was running errands or something like that. She never seemed bothered. I fucked myself after one day imaging he had told her and we were going to have a threesome.
The next chance would be an unexpected one.
It was Labor Day. I remember because I was off and Joe worked, taking the double time that he would get. Joe was already gone when I woke, and knowing that I would have 7 hours in the house alone had me wet thinking about who I was going to have over to fuck. I had begun to flip through my contacts when the phone rang, the caller ID showing it was Joes cell. My heart sank. He had to be telling me that he was coming home early.
“Hey, babe.” I answered, forcing a yawn.
“You just getting up?”
“Yeah. Whats up?”
“I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go into the garage and grab a tool and bring it to my dad.” He said.
I sat straight up. “Yeah I can do that.”
“Mom has the car and she’s out at my aunts. He told me not to worry about it, but hes been looking forward to this project for a while.”
“Sure!” I jumped out of bed as he talked me through the garage and the location of the tool. Once identified, I let him go, and began to plot my course of action.
He was clearly hesitant. But he couldn’t trust himself around me. He knew what the game was, he knew he would lose, and he was just trying not to play. I needed to be able to get him to the table.
Clothes would be key. It was a little cooler, too cool for shorts, but leggings would work. No panties. The top would be a little trickier. My tits are huge, H Cups. Braless wasn’t an option, but I had an ill fitting balconette that let the tops of my areolas pop out if I positioned it right. A white camisole and light black sweater completed the outfit. I checked myself out in the mirror. A quick tug on the camisole brought a hint of areola into view. Perfect.
I went out to the truck, threw the tool in the back and headed off to my in laws house. The whole ride over there I had the butterflies in my stomach that were my vice. That anticipation of something new and different. The pushing of boundaries, the taboo of the act, the risk of getting caught. All were combining to give me a high that nothing else could touch.
By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway, my pussy was aching. As I rolled to a stop, I realized I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do. I had been so preoccupied thinking about fucking him, that I hadn’t even bothered to think about how I was going to do it.
As I got out of the truck, Frank came out from the side of the house. He was in jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt. Sawdust clung to it. He stopped when he say me, but then continued on.
“What are you doing here, Claire?” There was a tinge of anger. Good.
“Joe told me you needed this.” I went to the back and pulled out the saw.
“Yeah I told him not to worry about it.”
“Well he worried.” I passed the saw to him.
He looked me up and down. “Tell him thanks.” He said and then turned with the saw and headed back to the house.
Fuck. This wasn’t working. I watched as he turned around back. He was resisting, but I saw it in his eyes. I know that look. Seen it in plenty of men’s eyes. I pulled the black sweater off, threw it in the truck, and headed off in his footsteps.
I rounded the corner and saw him in his workshop. Formerly a detached garage, he had turned it into his hobby room a few years ago. There was a piece of wood on two stands that he was measuring. A few stools and chairs littered the perimeter of the shop. When he saw me, he stopped and sighed.
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Claire, why are you here?”
“Im bored.” I said, biting my lip. “Joe is at work, and hes not as entertaining as he could be even when he is home.
“W-well I got a lot of stuff to do here, and I’m not going to be entertaining anyway.” He returned to measuring.
“Well, anything is better than being alone at the house.” I found one of the rocking chairs and sat in it. So far, so good, but I was running out of moves. The silences persisted for a few minutes while he measured and marked different pieces of wood. Then it hit me. I had a plan. All I had to do was wat for my opening.
It didn’t take long. After about 5 more minutes of silence, he left to go inside to get something. I took my shot. As soon as he was gone, I jumped up and headed for the pool. Flipping the cover on the control panel, I flipped the tub to on. I raced back to the shop, and I stripped off all my clothes, placing them in the chair I was sitting in. I then raced through the brisk air to the tub, where I slid in.
The water was ice cold. My nipples immediately hardened. The water coming from the jets was warm, but still, my teeth began to chatter. I prayed the water would heat up quickly.
I heard the side door open. He was heading back into the shop. It didn’t take long before he rounded the corner. I waved at him. He slowly walked over.
“Claire. What the hell are you doing?”
“Entertaining myself.” I said. I made a show of pushing my hands down to my pussy. “Since you wont, I have to find something to do.”
“This ain’t right, Claire. Theres something wrong with you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes as my fingers slipped inside me. “Mmmhm.” I moaned in agreement. “Very wrong.” I said.
He watched me finger myself. He didn’t leave. I went all in. I stood and began to walk out of the tub. The chill in the air brought my chattering teeth back. “I’m going to go into the house and Im going to be entertaining myself. If you are bored, you should follow me.” And I headed for the sliding door.
I entered, thought about the couch, but decided against getting it all wet, and went to the floor instead. I got down on all fours, ass in the air, and began to play with my pussy. I rubbed my asshole too.
I heard the door open and smiled. I had won.
I rolled over and lay on my back. He stood over me. He began to undo his jeans and I moved to my knees. “You are going to love this, Frank.” I told him.
I was eager to finally see this cock. As his jeans fell I reached up and took his boxers in my hands, I pulled them down.
It was wonderful. Bigger than either of his sons. A good 6 or 7 inches, if I have to guess, but thick. His balls hung in a sack covered in gray pubic hairs. I opened my mouth, and licked the length of his shaft, my eyes locked with his. From the tip to the base, and then back again. He began to grow. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Using my mouth, suction, tongue, suction, tongue. He grew to an impressive level of fullness in my mouth. I pulled it out.
“Gag me, daddy.” I said before plunging down on it again. This time I felt him hit the back of my throat and the first gag began. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he held me there. Oh yes. He wanted a whore. I’d give him that.
He let me up and I pulled back, rubbing the slime covered cock on my face. “You are so much bigger than Joe.” I said.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said and he forced it back in my mouth. Another round of gaging began. When he let me up from it, I went back to his balls, letting the cock lay across my face. I licked and gently sucked each ball, and then I moved lower. He moved back. He looked at me confused. “What are you doing?”
Poor bastard. He’d never been rimmed. I smiled. I stood and undid his shirt. Once off I sucked and nibbled at his nipples as I walked him back to his chair. He fell down into it. I returned to my knees and the blow job. Building up a good supply of saliva, I worked down to his balls again, and then to under them.
It was clear he had been working, but it turned me on even more. Lower and further I pushed, my tongue searching for his ass. I could hear him moaning. I reached up and grabbed his cock. Mainly to keep him from jerking it and cumming too quick. I finally found it. I thought about how wanton and whoreish I was being. On my knees, with my tongue on my husbands fathers ass.
“Fucking hell, Claire.” He moaned. I pulled out.
“Betty doesn’t to that, does she?” I smiled.
He shook his head and stood up. It was his turn to take control. He turned me around and began kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. I felt his cock pressing into my back. He reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. I felt him pushing me down and over. I resumed my position on my knees, my shoulders and head on the carpet.
“Fuck me daddy.” I said.
“Where?” he asked
“Anywhere you want.”
“Does he do anal?” I shook my head no, preparing for the possibility that I was about to take a pretty big cock in my ass. “Just my pussy.”
I felt the head at my ass. I reached back and spread for him. “Yessss, daddy.” He began to push in. I gasped when he first popped in. We had no lube, aside from my spit, and he was bigger than any I had been buttfucked with in a while. I let my cheeks go. The pain was reaching my threshold. I took my other hand and went to my clit, hoping to off set it.
That seemed to work. The searing pain became more bearable. “Im a whore. Im a whore. Im a whore.” I began to repeat to myself reminding myself that I wanted this. He began to slid in and out.
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Frank?”
“Call me daddy.”
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Daddy?”
“Not in a while.” It turned me on even more that Betty used to take dicks in her ass.
“Pull my hair daddy.” He obliged as he began to pick up speed. He had the stamina I expected from a runner, as well as the endurance.
He was pounding my ass now. My own fingers had brought me to the point of climax. I screamed as the cum took me, clinching my ass around his thick invading cock. I fully expected him to cum. But he slowed down. Not wanting to hurt me as my ass was clenching, he slowed, delaying his own satisfaction.
As soon as I subsided, we resumed the fucking. His relentless assault on my body. I couldn’t wait to have him fucking my pussy like this. “Im gonna cum, Claire.” He exclaimed.
“Do it daddy. Cum inside me.”
With a shudder he did. With each pump he moaned and shook. I couldn’t feel him cumming, but I knew it was a lot. I only felt it as he fell out of my ass. He fell next to me, catching his breath. I moved to my side and snuggled up next to him. “Good?” he asked me.
“Better than both your sons.” I smiled.
He looked at me shocked for a moment. Before he began to smile, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Wow. You are a whore. But you are an amazing fuck.”
I smiled and looked down at his cock. The cum coated it, but it didnt look bad. I leaned over and took it into my mouth. He looked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion. I felt his cock twitch a little in my mouth.
I pulled off it. “I want you to fuck my pussy next.”

so here's my situation. when i met my wife melissa, i also met her best friend. let's call her "anna". as time passed, all 3 of us became kind of a group, and i consider anna a close friend, if not my best friend, which is nice sharing a good friend with my wife, we all hang out and we all get along well together.
over many drinking nights, i've gotten info out of drunk anna. turns out anna finds me attractive and admited to having a crush on me. which is not surprising considering how similar anna and my wife are.
at times when anna and i are alone i've asked her specific things, once i dared ask her if she would ever sleep with me, or have a threesome with me and mel.
anna admited that she would love to have sex with me, but wouldnt because she would never betray melissa. and a threesome with another girl is icky to her.

i once got melissa real drunk and brough up the idea of a threesome with anna, and she got very upset. but over the last 2 years i've asked her again and she has said she is open to the idea, but only if anna was into it.

so here's my dilema. seems like i only have to convince anna now. now she has said she's not interisted in having sexual contact with melissa, but perhaps they would be ok with a taking turns situation in which they would not have to do things to each other.

how do i go about convincing a girl who's kinda on the fence about the whole thing?
i know she finds me attractive but her biggesst concern i feel is not believing that melissa would really be cool with this. she doesnt want to risk the group we have. now i know if we do this i wont act weird or try to make her feel uncomfortable. i can be mature and adult and can separate sex from friendship.

any tips on how to approach anna about joining us for some sex play? i know she wants the cock, how can i persuade her to hop on???

I confess everything is going wrong that can go wrong. I've had every single one of my best friends betray me at this point. One won't talk to me because I'm not christian enough for him, the other I dropped because he was talking behind my back and setting up situations for me to get hurt and go into his arms and get back with him. I'm being harassed by some crazy girl who's in love with my boyfriend who sends me threats and insults and I just found out yesterday that my best friend has been hitting on my boyfriend and may have had a relationship with him behind my back. My mother is too obsessed with herself and 3 boyfriends to actually do stuff and pay the bills so there's no internet, cable, heat, or hot water. I have to stay with my 8 year old ADD brother who never shuts up and I just want to blow my brains out.

hi board,

im in a knotty situation and need advice.

im married and we have 2 children. since a few months im fuckin with my colleague at work. it all started at a celebration at work. she is very shy and doesnt to very much. to most colleagues she is very harsh. but she was always very friendly towards me and smiling when we greeted.

she was at the celebration with her husband (my wife was not there) and after some beer he asked if i want to have a threesome with them because she finds me very attractive and likes me.

i never betrayed my wife before, so i had to think a couple of seconds about it. but sure, my colleague is 12 years younger than me (31, i'm 43) and good looking (a solid ~6-7 with nice boobs). so i agreed and we had a threesome.

in the following weeks we met oftener and her husband was usually just watching while i used is wife and filled up all her 3 holes. she is a complete slut and does nearly everything you want from her. (she even does some more things if her hubby isn't around)

at work she is always acting like everytime. friendly, smiling and just says hello. so i thought: great im just fucking this slut and there are no problems.

last weekend i fucked her the first time without her husband standing by. she was a slut before, but then she was just a thrash whore. she let me do everything to her (even swallowing my piss). but after that she confessed that she loves me and that she is leaving her husband for me.

but i dont want to leave my wife for her. she is still good looking for 38 (surely was hotter than my collegue when she was her age) and the sex is good but not the dream of every man like with my colleague.

how i can persuade my colleague that things just should go on like they used to be? i use her like she deserves it and without love and this shit.

im afraid she don't wants to bang anymore if i dont respond to her feelings

I confess that I am a married, straight man. I had an opportunity to arrange a threesome with a couple of very attractive girls, but I had to be screened by their male friend first. I was so taken by my fantasy, that I agreed to let him suck me off.. I had to play with him a little bit too. Now I get to go have a threesome tomorrow, but don't even know if i can do it. I feel so terrible for betraying my wife like that, and i nearly puked several times after i got home. Fuck my life and stupidity.

friend of mine told me to cheak this out, now I'm passing this little tidbit on to the rest of you.

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My wife's BFF knows our marriage is open, and yes her and my wife have played around with each other. We came up with an open relationship contract of things we can do and things we can't do. Nothing about fucking her BFF was in the contract at all - and when I got the chance, I took it (who the fuck wouldn't, look at her!). I did break one rule, fucking another woman without a condom. So I thought that the encounter was fun, but I got a few text messages from my wife and she was pissed the fuck completely off.
"Why would you fuck her, of all people?"
I explained I was horny, and that she's fucked her too so I thought it wasn't a big deal.
Turns out she has feelings for her, and she feels like I somehow betrayed our open marriage contract - not because I didn't use a condom, but because I fucked her BFF.
I get a text from her BFF about the pic I took, telling me to show it to my wife so she knows I didn't cum inside her (I guess her and my wife got into a big argument because my wife thinks I came in her BFF because - well I don't like pulling out at all, but out of respect for my wife I came on her BFF's face).
I called my wife at her work, and she was like "that's your thing, you never pull out and I know you came in her!"
So I told her I took a picture of me cumming on her BFF's face. She was silent but wanted to see it.
I sent it to her via text.
When I got home from work, my wife was home - we sat down and discussed everything, including her feelings for her BFF. She cried a bit because she felt betrayed, and hurt not just by me but her BFF. I told her that it could be a lot of fun if we incorporated her into our marriage and that maybe we wouldn't have to have an open marriage because we both like her BFF... She thought about that for a bit - but said that she is in love with both of us and it just would take some time getting used to, but that she would think about it because it's the "best option."
So I told her BFF to take her out on a date tonight, take her to a nice restaurant, take her to a hotel and fuck her good, and that I can't wait to get the sloppy seconds. Her BFF texted back, "perhaps you'll have two sexy ladies on the menu tonight..."
3some? Dick is hard just thinking about it. Maybe I'll just sit back and watch them fuck and stroke my cock until they invite me in... whatever happens I hope my wife chills out. It's a weird situation and I don't want to lose my wife over some bullshit.
Another text from her BFF, "Maybe she'll actually let you cum in me ;) - I know you'd like that."
I think that might set my wife over the edge, so I'll probably cum in my wife and have her BFF eat it out of her for starters.
Yeah, I'm posting this on ML - can't really post this shit on twitter or reddit lol - nowhere else and no one else to tell this shit to. Thing is, I think her BFF has wanted me for a long time, and I've kinda wanted to fuck her too - we've flirted, but never took it beyond that. Now that we did, I just hope everything pans out...

Okay Motherless, I need help. Today, in just over an hour and a half I will be hanging out with my best friend's wife of three years. She has been coming onto me for months and I've steadily been denying her. She has blatantly told me that if I want to fuck her, all I have to do is bend her over and take her. Thing is, I haven't been laid in a while and lately I've been considering it. I agreed to go see a movie with her today. She's a total butterface with a rocking body, but I just can't help feeling like I'm betraying the best friend that has been there with me since we were babies.

What should I do?

As a narcassistic and very unfriendly bastard, I'm tired of cumshot vids where there's a crowd of college guys all laughing and cheering each other on while the girl in the middle laughs, and blows cum bubbles. Sure, part of me is jealous but a good cumshot scene requires so many elements to be just right. The scene should come from the angle of victimization, betrayal, shame, and if not true terror, at least a sense of hopeless apathy. The man's face should not be seen, for he is not just one man but a living metaphor for all men who have put women to their knees through out the ages. The set, lighting, camera work, story line, music, post editing, and of course the choice of victim need to be gently balanced to achieve the epitome of man's greatest desire, to explode endless falls of semen into the face of an innocent girl! Slack-jawed, hair tangled, clothes ripped, our whore hangs her head slightly to one side in unbearable shame, eyes closed, quietly excepting her fate. Zoom out, fade to black.

So where to begin. The other night I learned that my wife was cheating on me when we first started dating. She broke it off with the other guy once we got serious but its bugging the hell out of me.

Some history, this occurred over 5 years ago. Not long after we started dating I got what I thought was a UTI (urinary tract infection). She is a Dr. so she just wrote me a script for some antibiotics and I got better. She told me it had been years since her last sexual partner and I believed her so I wasn't really concerned.

So now we've been together for 5 years are married. Recently I get another UTI this one isn't near as bad as the prior one. Some meds and I'm better. UTIs are not common in men so I'm a little concerned. I start doing some reading and realize the UTI symptoms could be the result of an STD. This gets me thinking about when we first started dating.

History: So two weeks into dating she goes on a trip with her EX-Boyfriend. They'd had it planned for several months before I knew her. They've been friends ever since they broke up and used to do lots of trips etc together. I trusted her when she said they were just friends. So no big deal.

Now thinking back I'm getting a little paranoid. I decided to look through her email to see if maybe there was something going on back then. I read through all the emails to him and realize nothing there. Then I notice a lot of emails to another guy I've never heard of about the same time we started dating. Seems she met him at one of the hotels she stayed at for work. So while we were starting to date she was getting to know him as well. He's engaged at the time and "unhappy" and she's ok with that! She decides to go visit him. Tells me she has a conference and basically goes there with the sole intention of fucking him.

So now I'm mad cause she lied to me. I keep reading the emails and the guy tells her he's sick. She panics cause they had unprotected sex! Apparently he'd told her about having an affair with a transsexual prior to them being together. So she's all freaked out. She makes the guy get tested for HIV and he comes back clean. She got tested as well and was also clean. I'm reading this and I'm like WTF!!! How could this person I love had made so many bad decisions and lied to me about all this. After this occurs she tells the guy that she is with me and that it is over with him.

So the first couple times we had sex we were safe. After that we decided it was ok to do without. This is prior to getting the test results back but after she was concerned there was a problem! So now I'm questioning who it is I'm married to.

I can't sleep and every time she touches me I feel betrayed. I know I will have to confront her at some point but right now I just can't get the nerve to talk to her about it. I'm wondering if she's been sleeping around with someone else and what all she may have exposed me to.

An actual confession:

I'm married with 2 kids, perfect family life, bar my wife is pretty much frigid compared to me. So I fuck around a lot. I pretend I'm taking extra hours at work, but in reality for the last year or so I have been fucking an old co-worker pretty much every chance I get. In the 10 years I have been in this relationship, I am probably bordering on having had 20-25 other women, some just one night, a few a lot longer.

My realisation is that this is a lot more common than I ever anticipated. Most of the women I have fucked have been in a relationship, but after some flirting and a straight up question of "fancy having a fuck sometime" they loved it. Not to say I'm successful all the time, I have been shot down more often than not.

I guess my advice is either find someone sexually compatible to be with, or be ready to cheat your arse off. And if you choose to cheat, ask lots of women, you will be REALLY surprised who will actually go for it. Her best friend has gone home from a party full of my cum twice now, and really seemed to get off on the betrayal.

Oh, and I would give it at least a 50% chance one of your parents was a cheating bastard like me.