Straight Female / 36
Adult Theater Cont
(Cont from) 47596
We finally left the theater and were followed out by several men asking if they could have a turn or something similar, and it was kind of awkward and some were pretty rude to say the least, but we were both exhausted and wanted to go home. We had a lot to talk about too.
The drive home wasn't nearly as awkward as I thought it would be. The upcoming days and weeks we talked about this experience a lot when our son wasn't around, but my husband flat out said that even though he loved every second of it, it was out of his system and didn't really have the desire to go back there again.
I guess this is where I have to admit to myself and the world that I am a bad wife. A bad wife and a horrible person.My husband is the most wonderful man in the world, hands down. He takes care of me and our family, he is strong and kind and I love him more than anything. I dont know whats wrong with me. Ever since that experience, I found that I could only cum during sex by thinking of that man's big black cock, and how I wish I could have gotten him to fuck me and maybe even let everyone in the theater have a turn. I obsessed about it. I was masturbating several times a day thinking about it. I had tried for a bit to convince my husband to go back there, but he has basically refused. He is happy going back to our old sex life but I am not. I just cant.
I am a nurse at a hospital in North Tampa and the theater(s) are not too far out of my way home. I work nights mostly and it has become a few times a week stop for me. There are two theaters and I typically alternate between the two, sometimes going to both in the same night on busy Friday and Saturday nights. I keep a pair of sexy heels in y trunk to put on and sometimes a slutty outfit, but more often than not I am completely naked as soon as i walk into the theater except for my heels and stockings. Many people (including the employees) know me as a kind of regular by now. I have had only a few bad experiences, but I keep going back because I am addicted, simple as that. It took a long time for me to admit, but I am not sure how to stop.
I have found out many things about myself recently, such as sole preference to BBC and black men in general. I have not only serviced more cocks that I can count at gloryholes, but I have been gangbanged, fucked thru the GH, and even fucked by multiple men in the main theater area. I never know who they are and mostly never see them again, but that is part of the thrill. It is the only way for me to relive that sexual "high" I had the first visit with my husband. I guess the worst part is that I keep pushing my limits to experience that high, like a d*** addict developing a resistance to their d*** of choice. I have long abandoned using condoms, I only use them if the guy insists on them. I love being creampied by a complete stranger's bbc, and even went through a breif and crazy period when I stopped taking the pill since the risk of pregnancy gave me the most insane orgasms. When covid hit, there was a breif glimmer of hope that I could kick this habit, but even that didn't last long since they are now open as usual.
So there it is. I cheat on my husband with literally hundreds of black men, and I hate myself when it's over. Like really hate myself. I'm so scared of losing him or passing a disease to him that I thought of going to a therapist for help, but I can't since I'm on his insurance and to be completely honest, I dont want to stop. I can't imagine living a life of normal sex again, and not getting the thrill of being a sex object, used and thrown away by superior black men.
How can someone love and hate their lives at the same time this much?
We finally left the theater and were followed out by several men asking if they could have a turn or something similar, and it was kind of awkward and some were pretty rude to say the least, but we were both exhausted and wanted to go home. We had a lot to talk about too.
The drive home wasn't nearly as awkward as I thought it would be. The upcoming days and weeks we talked about this experience a lot when our son wasn't around, but my husband flat out said that even though he loved every second of it, it was out of his system and didn't really have the desire to go back there again.
I guess this is where I have to admit to myself and the world that I am a bad wife. A bad wife and a horrible person.My husband is the most wonderful man in the world, hands down. He takes care of me and our family, he is strong and kind and I love him more than anything. I dont know whats wrong with me. Ever since that experience, I found that I could only cum during sex by thinking of that man's big black cock, and how I wish I could have gotten him to fuck me and maybe even let everyone in the theater have a turn. I obsessed about it. I was masturbating several times a day thinking about it. I had tried for a bit to convince my husband to go back there, but he has basically refused. He is happy going back to our old sex life but I am not. I just cant.
I am a nurse at a hospital in North Tampa and the theater(s) are not too far out of my way home. I work nights mostly and it has become a few times a week stop for me. There are two theaters and I typically alternate between the two, sometimes going to both in the same night on busy Friday and Saturday nights. I keep a pair of sexy heels in y trunk to put on and sometimes a slutty outfit, but more often than not I am completely naked as soon as i walk into the theater except for my heels and stockings. Many people (including the employees) know me as a kind of regular by now. I have had only a few bad experiences, but I keep going back because I am addicted, simple as that. It took a long time for me to admit, but I am not sure how to stop.
I have found out many things about myself recently, such as sole preference to BBC and black men in general. I have not only serviced more cocks that I can count at gloryholes, but I have been gangbanged, fucked thru the GH, and even fucked by multiple men in the main theater area. I never know who they are and mostly never see them again, but that is part of the thrill. It is the only way for me to relive that sexual "high" I had the first visit with my husband. I guess the worst part is that I keep pushing my limits to experience that high, like a d*** addict developing a resistance to their d*** of choice. I have long abandoned using condoms, I only use them if the guy insists on them. I love being creampied by a complete stranger's bbc, and even went through a breif and crazy period when I stopped taking the pill since the risk of pregnancy gave me the most insane orgasms. When covid hit, there was a breif glimmer of hope that I could kick this habit, but even that didn't last long since they are now open as usual.
So there it is. I cheat on my husband with literally hundreds of black men, and I hate myself when it's over. Like really hate myself. I'm so scared of losing him or passing a disease to him that I thought of going to a therapist for help, but I can't since I'm on his insurance and to be completely honest, I dont want to stop. I can't imagine living a life of normal sex again, and not getting the thrill of being a sex object, used and thrown away by superior black men.
How can someone love and hate their lives at the same time this much?
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