ahah my husband and I have had LOTS of affairs... with EACH OTHER.
We've totally gone all out. Packed secret outfits in the car... reserved seedy motel rooms (or, even better, gotten a more classy hotel room and "met" at the hotel bar)... "secretly" checked each other's messages in the bathroom... ahha I've totally even let a couple of my girlfriends think I was actually fucking around, for a couple of hours, before I gave the game away to them.
And oh damn we get nasty together, when we have these little "affairs" of ours. He NEVER kisses me on the lips (... well, not on **those** lips... mmm) -- he really plays that whole thing up to the max. "Listen married bitch, you wanna kiss, go kiss yr *husband*... Is that understood?" [Hard slaps if I don't say yes like a good girl] "What do other men do with yr mouth, married bitch?" [I don't usually give the answer right away. I'll give him the I-hate-you look... "Why don't you show me, boy." Or just "fuck you" and I spit right in his face.]
Oh yeah.
Oh, and, I get off HARD on talking endless shit to him... lol. I'm already a relentless tease anyway -- see here: www.girlsaskguys.com/.../q1947176-how-do-you-foreplay ... but in these situations I just amp that up even more. "So, you like *married* pussy, huh, boy?" "You think YOUR wife's getting fucked right now, boy?"
... And then that's when he takes it to the next level... by throwing in REAL talk. About our relationship. While he's "cheating". "Fuck that bitch... She loves her phone more than her kids..." Oh fuck fuck fuck. He's talking about ME. "... they're gna be GROWN, soon. Oohh girl..."
... I get so wet. Heat, conflict, shame, guilt, everything that makes a woman hot. Fuck it, let's *play*.
"Tell me". I'm hissing in his ear... "What would you do... If you could do **anything**..." My nails are digging into his back, oh fuck he's so hard.
"I'd..."
"Tell me boy" He's slamming into me, his hands lifting me completely into the air under him. He's talking about ME. I want to hear him say he'd hurt me. Bad.
He ain't that easy.
"Doesn't yr *man* keep you in line, married bitch?" ... ahah fuck. There's no right answer. Because my man is HIM, of course. And "married bitch" just does all sorts of things inside me that it shouldn't.
Let's REALLY play.
I look him right in the eyes. ..."NO." My whole body tingles. I get my ass beat at home for saying no.
He's lightning. Within 10 seconds my ankles, thighs and wrists are strapped together on each side, and my underwear's been ripped off and shoved **into** me. And then... he fucks me. I gasp. I scream.
"Say it married bitch."
"NO"
Everything hurts... so good. We've practiced this, for years. He hits hard, and leaves no marks.
He pulls out my underwear and shoves them in my throat. "Taste it, married bitch." My face is a mess, I can feel mascara and tears streaming. I just nod. "Say THANK YOU" "Mmfffmmff mhnn..." I'm a disobedient bitch. Won't follow directions. Can't. He slaps at least three orgasms out of me, then pulls out the panties. "Say it"
"... I love you"
"You better not be playing"
At this point I'm sobbing. This is way way way too fucking real. This is big boy and big girl role play. "I... I... I'm sorr—"
His hand across my face again. "Married bitch... Let's run away"
He throws me onto the floor. Beds are for wives. He's gna fuck me like I deserve... and this carpet is gna hurt.
By the time he's done with me, my thighs are red, and my shoulders are almost raw where he was pressing me into the floor. I have not stopped orgasming in at least ten minutes. "Kiss me" He smells like ME. From where he's gone in and tongued me up and down at his pleasure. He tastes like me. We make out.
We make LOVE.
He gathers up my clothes... then grabs ahold of my phone. "In MY house, bitch, YOUR CHILDREN come FIRST!" It cuts deep. I nod my head.
He strolls over to the door, opens it... and throws everything out in the hallway. First the clothes. Then the phone. Then his married bitch. "Get out."
My whole outfit is in disarray. My shirt is ripped. My face looks like I was buried alive. And I don't care.
I stroll past all the women in the bar, like a nasty, used slut. Proud. Arrogant. That boy is MINE.
No, I haven't and I never would. Cheating is despicable and I have no patience or sympathy for cheaters. If I ever felt that unhappy or unsatisfied in my relationship, I would just end it.
It's it still cheating when you're cheated on for years and then you finally find someone since the marriage is over at that point and are getting a divorce?
forgive me if i offended you in any ways. it's just that, as people grow up, I've seen them change. Like, after marriage and stuff, they dont have time for themselves as they are busy with the kids or the job and they end up doing it with someone else
The stats say 75-80% of all marriages will endure some kind of infedelity. So that doesn't even include LTR's, dating, what people consider to be monogamous relationships. 70% of divorces are initiated by the woman. This isn't to say they're necessarilty the 'bad guy' but they're the ones that will finally say 'enough is enough' and start the process. Guys will tend to stay and try to make it work. They work at their jobs, they're tired, they don't just cut and run. Men tend to be loyal to a fault. Women? If they're 'unhaaaaaapppppyyyy' - something you hear all the time, they either shut down sexually, cheat, bail, or any combination of this. It's called 'hypergamy'. And their total focus is within - it's called 'solipsism'. And women are so competitive they don't care if a guy is taken - in fact that's all the better - it's called 'pre-selection'. If he's good enough to be a mate for another woman then she thinks she could be even better and will try to get him - 'mate-poaching'.
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