He's Always There When I Need Money And Comfort
I got married when I was 20. I was pregnant and in love with the father, but he was an alcoholic prick and still is. He's never physically abused me or our son in any way, he's just lazy and stuck in his own little world.
We'd only been married a few months when he was fired from his job. He wasn't in a hurry to look for another one, and we were very close to having our electricity cut off. I was eight months pregnant. My ultra religious parents disowned me when I got pregnant, so no help from them.
I went to a little diner to unwind and drown my sorrows in tea and pastries. There was an older man there, about 50. He sat down beside me and asked why I was looking so sad. I poured my heart out and told him everything. He listened and sympathized with me. He invited me to his house, and I went. He was so kind and understanding, and I was so lonely. I knew how vulnerable I was being pregnant and everything, but I was in too much despair to care at that point.
His house was beautiful and he said he was able to retire early because of successful business ventures and investments. After talking for a while, we started to make love but he couldn't get hard. I thought it was because of my huge baby bump, but he apologized and said over and over that it wasn't me. He said his wife and only child died a few years before in a car accident and he still wasn't over it. He said the antidepressants he took caused ED, but if he didn't take them he couldn't get out of bed.
He said he still wanted me. He started kissing and carressing my whole body. He put his head between my legs and started kissing my thighs. When his lips touched my pussy, I yelled. I couldn't control it. Nobody, including my husband had ever offered to do that. He teased me for a long time, licking and sucking my labia, then went to my clit. I felt myself thrusting upward, but it was like I was someone else, like I was out of my body. I grabbed his head and pushed him into me. He was really eager and started sucking on my clit, not letting go until I came. That was the first time in my life I orgasmed. I thought I had before, but no, that was a real one.
When I was ready to leave he asked me to please not get offended, but he wanted to help with my bills. He gave me three hundred dollars. I took it. I was desperate. I paid the power bill and had some left over. My husband didn't even ask where I got the money.
I was determined not to see him again but I did only two weeks later. The same scenario. I liked the physical attention, but I needed the money too.
After the baby was born, things got better between my husband and me. I told my friend I wouldn't be seeing him anymore. He said he understood, but don't hesitate to call if I ever wanted to see him again.
My husband got a job, quit drinking, and things were good for a couple years. Then, he took that one drink, and was back on the booze again. He lost his job. I went to work, and he stayed home and took care of the baby. He was attentive to our son, but he didn't do much housecleaning or anything like that. That was all on me after I got home from work.
My salary wasn't enough to cover everything, and we started getting behind in bills again. It had been years since I saw my friend, but I decided to call. I didn't have anything to lose. He answered, and was glad to hear from me.
He gave me a big hug when he opened the door, and he said I looked hotter than ever. He said upfront he was still on antidepressants, and he couldn't get hard, but he still really wanted to go down on me. He did and it was great, even better than before. Afterward, he kissed my entire body and then tongued my ass, which was absolutely incredible. Never had that before either.
Things would get better between my husband and me, then worse again, then better, then worse. I've been seeing my friend off and on for 6 years. For this last year, once or twice a week. All he asks is to go down on me. He gives me money and credit cards, lets me use one of his cars, and even lets me do my laundry at his house when our washer breaks down. He runs my errands, and buys my groceries. All I have to do is pick them up when I get off work. Saves a lot of time. He buys me j*welry and clothes, and I have a whole wardrobe I keep at his house. I have to watch how much I bring home or my husband might get suspicious (he might not even notice or care, but I'm not taking the chance). I buy extra toys and clothes for my son, and I tell my husband I can do that because I'm working extra hours. Instead of working, I go to my friend's house, relax, and enjoy being pampered.
I don't feel guilty. I'm working and carrying the load at home. I'd divorce my husband but my friend made it clear he's used to living alone now and doesn't want to marry again. For however long it lasts, I'm getting emotional comfort and financial help from a man who asks little of me.
