Bi-Sexual Male / 37
Well I did it again. Paid for prostitution and cheated on my wife. This time the lady was so trashy. She had posted an ad in the local personals. Mostly those ads are just bots and shit. But for some reason I got the feeling this was legit. So I sent a quick text and found out she was leaving town in a couple of hours. I quickly made arrangements to miss work for the next hour or so. Then I drove to the bank withdrew some money and drove to the hotel she had told me to meet her at. A second call got me her room number and I went in. The room was thick with smoke. She had just smoked a joint. I thought fuck it. If I go to work smelling like pot who's gonna care? I stayed. She was taller than me and had huge saggy boobs. She was well past her prime. But the strangeness of it all got me hard and excited.
Massage, tit fucking, I thought I'd fuck her but instead she let me throat fuck her and it was amazing. I shot cum clear down her throat and then all over the room as she pushed me away. Damn, it's been forever since I came like that. Then we lay on the bed and talked about nothing at all really
I don't really feel guilty about the encounter. But obviously I can't tell my wife. Though she knows of some of my philandering and history with prostitutes she never asks what's happening in the moment. Honestly I don't know why she stays with me.
So afterwards I went home and showered and changed. Walked into work late like it was any day of the week. I've never seen the same girl twice. It's the buildup of the finding someone then meeting a complete stranger and fucking their brains out that really does it for me. I fear I'll never be satisfied in this way with my wife as she's too familiar.
Massage, tit fucking, I thought I'd fuck her but instead she let me throat fuck her and it was amazing. I shot cum clear down her throat and then all over the room as she pushed me away. Damn, it's been forever since I came like that. Then we lay on the bed and talked about nothing at all really
I don't really feel guilty about the encounter. But obviously I can't tell my wife. Though she knows of some of my philandering and history with prostitutes she never asks what's happening in the moment. Honestly I don't know why she stays with me.
So afterwards I went home and showered and changed. Walked into work late like it was any day of the week. I've never seen the same girl twice. It's the buildup of the finding someone then meeting a complete stranger and fucking their brains out that really does it for me. I fear I'll never be satisfied in this way with my wife as she's too familiar.
