Straight Female / 31
I met a guy on a cruise and we had a long distance internet relationship. He convinced me to move to where he lived and a couple of months later we got married at the court house (eloped because we didn't tell our folks).
The marriage was bad from the beginning. I knew it. Sex was terrible, no feeling just outright fucking and always punishing. He quit several jobs that weren't good enough for him, financially it was my job that kept us afloat.
At my work was a man who paid attention to me, and he 'looked' at me. He would stare at my cleavage and the cut in my pants. I am small but with a good bust and I was in the habit of wearing tight pants. I complained to another woman at work and she was of the opinion to enjoy it, if I could make a man horny then go for it. The game was whether I could make him get a hard on. I became very aggressive with him, showing him as much boob as I could and standing on his side of the desk so he had my belt at eye level. I felt he wanted to reach out and touch me. I started to fantasize about the day he would lose control and go ahead and fuck me.
At home things were bad, my husband was unemployed and rough, he took his frustrations out on me, and when he did I fantasized my friend of work was the man that was fucking me.
One day at work, as usual when I went into his office, I was standing beside him and he was having a hard time looking at me in the eyes, I told him it was ok to touch, but gently, to just touch gently with his fingers. I stood there for several minutes while his fingers gently touched me. I knew it was too much when he said he could smell me. I went over and closed his door and came back to him and got down and gave him a blow job. I put my heart into it to get him as hard as I could, and then I dropped my pants and leaned over his desk. His penis in me sent wave after wave of electric feelings through me, my legs trembled, when he put his hands under me and cupped my breasts and fucked hard to finish I squealed and lost control.
After we cleaned up and got dressed I felt like a fool and he told me anytime I wanted to get serviced to come on by.
At work it was too risky so I got serviced at this motel out on the highway, after work and before I went home. I wanted him to fuck me so bad, if he couldn't make it because of a commitment or something I would pout and be hurt. I cut my husband off completely, I didn't want him to fuck me anymore. He made things easier for me because one day I found him at the house sucking off this man who worked at the mechanics shop across the street. My husband turned out to be a closet queer with a huge complex. I threw him out that day, and got a divorce. Here I thought I was cheating on him and he had been cheating with that man since we had moved there.
I try not to say that I am supported. I work, but my lifestyle depends on the money my boyfriend gives me. I quit my job because we didn't want him fired, and I took a job at another company. He is married so that makes me the other woman or the mistress. I try not to get in the way. Now that I live alone he can come by whenever he can and he can service me, which is what he likes to call it. No matter, I need to get fucked by him. I dream of the day that I can spend all night with him, and wake up and have him there and wait for him to come climb on top of me after he showers. Why I want that I don't know, but I wake up to that fantasy most every morning.
I know I have uncontrolled sex issues, I can't help it. I stay within his boundaries and I don't mess with his marriage. I don't even feel anything against his wife, actually I hope he makes her happy too. But that doesn't mean I don't want him all the time.
The marriage was bad from the beginning. I knew it. Sex was terrible, no feeling just outright fucking and always punishing. He quit several jobs that weren't good enough for him, financially it was my job that kept us afloat.
At my work was a man who paid attention to me, and he 'looked' at me. He would stare at my cleavage and the cut in my pants. I am small but with a good bust and I was in the habit of wearing tight pants. I complained to another woman at work and she was of the opinion to enjoy it, if I could make a man horny then go for it. The game was whether I could make him get a hard on. I became very aggressive with him, showing him as much boob as I could and standing on his side of the desk so he had my belt at eye level. I felt he wanted to reach out and touch me. I started to fantasize about the day he would lose control and go ahead and fuck me.
At home things were bad, my husband was unemployed and rough, he took his frustrations out on me, and when he did I fantasized my friend of work was the man that was fucking me.
One day at work, as usual when I went into his office, I was standing beside him and he was having a hard time looking at me in the eyes, I told him it was ok to touch, but gently, to just touch gently with his fingers. I stood there for several minutes while his fingers gently touched me. I knew it was too much when he said he could smell me. I went over and closed his door and came back to him and got down and gave him a blow job. I put my heart into it to get him as hard as I could, and then I dropped my pants and leaned over his desk. His penis in me sent wave after wave of electric feelings through me, my legs trembled, when he put his hands under me and cupped my breasts and fucked hard to finish I squealed and lost control.
After we cleaned up and got dressed I felt like a fool and he told me anytime I wanted to get serviced to come on by.
At work it was too risky so I got serviced at this motel out on the highway, after work and before I went home. I wanted him to fuck me so bad, if he couldn't make it because of a commitment or something I would pout and be hurt. I cut my husband off completely, I didn't want him to fuck me anymore. He made things easier for me because one day I found him at the house sucking off this man who worked at the mechanics shop across the street. My husband turned out to be a closet queer with a huge complex. I threw him out that day, and got a divorce. Here I thought I was cheating on him and he had been cheating with that man since we had moved there.
I try not to say that I am supported. I work, but my lifestyle depends on the money my boyfriend gives me. I quit my job because we didn't want him fired, and I took a job at another company. He is married so that makes me the other woman or the mistress. I try not to get in the way. Now that I live alone he can come by whenever he can and he can service me, which is what he likes to call it. No matter, I need to get fucked by him. I dream of the day that I can spend all night with him, and wake up and have him there and wait for him to come climb on top of me after he showers. Why I want that I don't know, but I wake up to that fantasy most every morning.
I know I have uncontrolled sex issues, I can't help it. I stay within his boundaries and I don't mess with his marriage. I don't even feel anything against his wife, actually I hope he makes her happy too. But that doesn't mean I don't want him all the time.
