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Straight Male / 55
My One Time I Messed Around On My Wife
My marriage was going through a rough spot, meaning my wife was not into sex. She had two kids, she was doing the stay at home mom, she felt guilty about housework when she staid home all day, so no help, no maid, no day care. And no sex.
At work I had a single female coworker. 30, single and hungry. And did I say hungry? I told her it was for fun, no strings. Sex, nothing more. But I was the one who was the object, not her. She didn't care about my wife, or kids, or house. Or my job for that matter. She just wanted sex, so we first had sex in the server room.
It went on from there, on the Board Room table, on my desk, on the roof of the parking garage. I had done 'things', but not those things, anal. Or eaten a woman sitting on my desk. She was not a babe, she was erotic. Red hair, green eyes, nice round hips, nice round breasts, not chunky, more Rubenesque. EROTIC. And hungry.
She took my life over. And my wife noted. I confessed. My wife asked embarrassing questions, describe what I did with her, where, when, did I like it? She asked to meet her. We met at a restaurant, my wife brought the kids. She asked this woman if she liked it, how much? Is it just men? Women too? She finished by telling her she didn't care if she had sex with me, just don't get pregnant.
Nothing absolutely kills fucking around than your wife confronting the other woman and telling her than she couldn't care less if I had sex with her. That ended it. After it was over my wife told me if it happened again think of Lorena Bobbitt. 25 years later and I haven't messed around a second time.
At work I had a single female coworker. 30, single and hungry. And did I say hungry? I told her it was for fun, no strings. Sex, nothing more. But I was the one who was the object, not her. She didn't care about my wife, or kids, or house. Or my job for that matter. She just wanted sex, so we first had sex in the server room.
It went on from there, on the Board Room table, on my desk, on the roof of the parking garage. I had done 'things', but not those things, anal. Or eaten a woman sitting on my desk. She was not a babe, she was erotic. Red hair, green eyes, nice round hips, nice round breasts, not chunky, more Rubenesque. EROTIC. And hungry.
She took my life over. And my wife noted. I confessed. My wife asked embarrassing questions, describe what I did with her, where, when, did I like it? She asked to meet her. We met at a restaurant, my wife brought the kids. She asked this woman if she liked it, how much? Is it just men? Women too? She finished by telling her she didn't care if she had sex with me, just don't get pregnant.
Nothing absolutely kills fucking around than your wife confronting the other woman and telling her than she couldn't care less if I had sex with her. That ended it. After it was over my wife told me if it happened again think of Lorena Bobbitt. 25 years later and I haven't messed around a second time.
