KerrBear85
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I've only been married to my husband a little over a year, we've been together for about 2 1/2 years, however. When we were dating I kept getting this sneaky feeling that he was going to do something with my roommate. My husband has an extremely fond attachment to his penis, although he's only been with four women in his entire life. The man jacks off a good 2 to 5 times a day and is always touching me and grabbing at me. It's annoying, but I suppose it could be worse like some of the other women who's husbands never touch them or rarely touch them, right?
Anyway, I just kinda knew he'd screw up and do something with my roomy and my roommate finally contacted and told me she didn't like having him around the house anymore. I asked her why and she told me he would say things to her and would grab her ass every time she bent over. I confronted my husband (boyfriend at the time) about this and he readily admitted it. He said that once while I was at work and she was in the living room and he was in my bedroom watching porn and jacking off, he was asking her sexual questions, which she answered. He asked her if she wanted to come into the room with him and she said no and left the room. Then he asked her to bend over for him once so he could admire her ass and she did it. And he would grab her ass whenever she bent over, but not just any grab. He would reach between her legs and rub her clit before backing his hand up over her ass. This, in my book, is cheating. It pissed me off so fucking bad, but I kind of already knew something like that was going to happen. I think the only reason my roommate did not let anything happen was because my bf was not her type, she loves black dudes.
But it was the weirdest thing, after he told me this I was incredibly turned on, even if I was highly pissed off and hurt. I wanted to fuck him so bad and it kind of turned me on thinking about him with my roommate (who was a nice chubby girl and I did find kind of attractive).
Aside from his intense desire to fuck non-stop, we have a very good relationship. We communicate well on everything else and we share a lot of hobbies and interests. We got married a year ago.
I was having that feeling again over this past Thanksgiving weekend while I was at my moms. My hubby stayed behind to work. I just kept feeling weird about it so I tricked him and told him I was going to stay an extra day, packed my 4 year old son and our 8 month old daughter into the car and headed home anyway. I honestly just thought I was being overly paranoid, that I would come home and the most he would be doing is jacking off to porn, which I would have readily taken care of him that evening if that were the case. However, when I pulled up into our drive way there was a truck I did not recognize parked infront of the house. My hubby told me that one of the women he had slept with (The Cougar, I nicknamed her. He refused to give me her name, she was from the town he lived in when I met him, she was married to his friend and he'd been sleeping with her casually for 15 years.) drove a pickup. It did not surprise me in the least that it was a pickup. I already knew it was going to be somehow. I tried not to panic, left the kids in the car and looked into the front room window. There was porno playing on the tv and a pair of womens shoes next to the recliner. Instant numb. Like I just took a huge needle full of morphine. I even had that ringing in your ears. I couldn't feel my legs, but I had to move. I wasn't really thinking, just moving. I came through the front door, but not quietly (I wish I would have went quietly), I saw her purse on the floor. Picked it up, thought about going through it but knew they already heard me come in the door and I wanted to catch them in the act. I flipped on the bedroom light, my husband screams and I almost laughed cause he looked like an idiot dancing around naked and screaming like that even though I know he heard me come in. Then I saw The Cougar. OMG, ugly! And old, but I've seen 50 year old women who looked a hundred times more attractive than that bitch. I made sure the whore knew how ugly and old she fucking was and slammed her purse as hard as I could onto the floor. I SHOULD have gone through her purse and found out where she lived and exactly who she was and then taken every little bit of cash from the cunt, but I wasn't thinking, just moving. I was a good foot taller than the homewrecker so I had the pleasure of chasing her scared ass out of the house. I wish I had my pistol with me, actually. I wouldn't have killed anyone but it would have been great fun shooting at the floor and scared the piss right out of her. I made she was well aware of how much of a whore she was before she left. She was so scared she ran from the house butt ass naked. LOL. Scared of little 25 year old me??? Oh yeah, I AM six feet tall after all. ~snickers~
I was incredibly pissed, but not screaming at him. I just had a lot of fun making him feel like shit for doing it and saying how disgusting she was and how gross he was. I'm still pissed and continuously ask him how he could dig tits that sagged down to the belly button??? Ewwy. ~shutters~
It does gross me out that he was with her, because she was so nasty. But I'm not really overly pissed off. I'm a little hurt, but not really. I guess cause I already knew. The odd thing is, I once again had the over whelming desire to fuck him. The idea of him with another woman was vaguely arousing, but the woman he was with was just too nasty for the thought of it to be as arousing as it was when he was messing around with my ex roommate.
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm hurt and pissed but then I'm not. It turns me on to think about him fucking another woman, so long as it's not a secret and it's not emotional, cause the emotional thing would REALLY piss me off and I would leave for sure. We have a great sex life, we fuck every night. Other things in our relationship seem okay. I don't know if I would get overly jealous if I had to watch him with another woman. I do know I would be A-okay with being with another man in front of him, something he's expressed an interest in doing since the beginning of our relationship.
I just don't really understand my emotions right now. By all logic my clit should NOT tingle when I think about him being with another woman, but it does. At the same time of my sexual arousal, I'm also pissed and hurt. WTH?
Anyway, I just kinda knew he'd screw up and do something with my roomy and my roommate finally contacted and told me she didn't like having him around the house anymore. I asked her why and she told me he would say things to her and would grab her ass every time she bent over. I confronted my husband (boyfriend at the time) about this and he readily admitted it. He said that once while I was at work and she was in the living room and he was in my bedroom watching porn and jacking off, he was asking her sexual questions, which she answered. He asked her if she wanted to come into the room with him and she said no and left the room. Then he asked her to bend over for him once so he could admire her ass and she did it. And he would grab her ass whenever she bent over, but not just any grab. He would reach between her legs and rub her clit before backing his hand up over her ass. This, in my book, is cheating. It pissed me off so fucking bad, but I kind of already knew something like that was going to happen. I think the only reason my roommate did not let anything happen was because my bf was not her type, she loves black dudes.
But it was the weirdest thing, after he told me this I was incredibly turned on, even if I was highly pissed off and hurt. I wanted to fuck him so bad and it kind of turned me on thinking about him with my roommate (who was a nice chubby girl and I did find kind of attractive).
Aside from his intense desire to fuck non-stop, we have a very good relationship. We communicate well on everything else and we share a lot of hobbies and interests. We got married a year ago.
I was having that feeling again over this past Thanksgiving weekend while I was at my moms. My hubby stayed behind to work. I just kept feeling weird about it so I tricked him and told him I was going to stay an extra day, packed my 4 year old son and our 8 month old daughter into the car and headed home anyway. I honestly just thought I was being overly paranoid, that I would come home and the most he would be doing is jacking off to porn, which I would have readily taken care of him that evening if that were the case. However, when I pulled up into our drive way there was a truck I did not recognize parked infront of the house. My hubby told me that one of the women he had slept with (The Cougar, I nicknamed her. He refused to give me her name, she was from the town he lived in when I met him, she was married to his friend and he'd been sleeping with her casually for 15 years.) drove a pickup. It did not surprise me in the least that it was a pickup. I already knew it was going to be somehow. I tried not to panic, left the kids in the car and looked into the front room window. There was porno playing on the tv and a pair of womens shoes next to the recliner. Instant numb. Like I just took a huge needle full of morphine. I even had that ringing in your ears. I couldn't feel my legs, but I had to move. I wasn't really thinking, just moving. I came through the front door, but not quietly (I wish I would have went quietly), I saw her purse on the floor. Picked it up, thought about going through it but knew they already heard me come in the door and I wanted to catch them in the act. I flipped on the bedroom light, my husband screams and I almost laughed cause he looked like an idiot dancing around naked and screaming like that even though I know he heard me come in. Then I saw The Cougar. OMG, ugly! And old, but I've seen 50 year old women who looked a hundred times more attractive than that bitch. I made sure the whore knew how ugly and old she fucking was and slammed her purse as hard as I could onto the floor. I SHOULD have gone through her purse and found out where she lived and exactly who she was and then taken every little bit of cash from the cunt, but I wasn't thinking, just moving. I was a good foot taller than the homewrecker so I had the pleasure of chasing her scared ass out of the house. I wish I had my pistol with me, actually. I wouldn't have killed anyone but it would have been great fun shooting at the floor and scared the piss right out of her. I made she was well aware of how much of a whore she was before she left. She was so scared she ran from the house butt ass naked. LOL. Scared of little 25 year old me??? Oh yeah, I AM six feet tall after all. ~snickers~
I was incredibly pissed, but not screaming at him. I just had a lot of fun making him feel like shit for doing it and saying how disgusting she was and how gross he was. I'm still pissed and continuously ask him how he could dig tits that sagged down to the belly button??? Ewwy. ~shutters~
It does gross me out that he was with her, because she was so nasty. But I'm not really overly pissed off. I'm a little hurt, but not really. I guess cause I already knew. The odd thing is, I once again had the over whelming desire to fuck him. The idea of him with another woman was vaguely arousing, but the woman he was with was just too nasty for the thought of it to be as arousing as it was when he was messing around with my ex roommate.
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm hurt and pissed but then I'm not. It turns me on to think about him fucking another woman, so long as it's not a secret and it's not emotional, cause the emotional thing would REALLY piss me off and I would leave for sure. We have a great sex life, we fuck every night. Other things in our relationship seem okay. I don't know if I would get overly jealous if I had to watch him with another woman. I do know I would be A-okay with being with another man in front of him, something he's expressed an interest in doing since the beginning of our relationship.
I just don't really understand my emotions right now. By all logic my clit should NOT tingle when I think about him being with another woman, but it does. At the same time of my sexual arousal, I'm also pissed and hurt. WTH?
