CarrawayNick
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Always curious to hear how they start....and how was the sex?
Tell us how your affair started
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bunnylove45
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Here's a story of how my affair started..
I was unmarried..
He was married...
I was looking for an intimate partner and posted a profile on a site..
He answered the ad...
It was purely magical...lasted 5 years...
Sex was over the moon..
He was older, much older. I dig older men..
I was unmarried..
He was married...
I was looking for an intimate partner and posted a profile on a site..
He answered the ad...
It was purely magical...lasted 5 years...
Sex was over the moon..
He was older, much older. I dig older men..
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Discussing Confucius in an online forum. No, I'm not joking.
I'm Canadian. She was Korean, a few years older than me. She had been born in what is now North Korea; her family fled south when she was only a year old.
At the time, my marriage was going to pieces. Hers was deadly dull and painful, but she couldn't leave, because she probably would have lost touch with her two sons and her grandchildren.
We fitted together. Both academics -- she was just about to get her Ph.D in Korean history, I had one already on the intellectual history of ancient China. She was one of the very few people I have ever met who was familiar with my own fields of study. She was enormously well-read in other areas as well, even something of an amateur theologian.
We began to chat about anything and everything, and soon confessed to each other that we were both into indiscriminate cybersex with whoever was willing. That stopped abruptly, because we were too busy cyberfucking each other. Night after night, sometimes all night. We sent pictures, webcam, sound files, anything we could think of. We fantasized endlessly and came together more times than I can count.
She thought she was unattractive because she was a grandmother and had small breasts. Neither was a problem for me. Damn, was she hot. Sleek and sexy, but she had never realized it before. No one had told her. She was one of those women who look great when they are dressed, and who make your jaw drop when they're naked. I told her all of these things again and again, but it was a long time before she began to believe them.
She was the most elegant and cultivated woman I had ever had a relationship with. She could read Classical Chinese, a rare skill these days, even among Chinese people. Naked in bed, we argued about the writings of Confucius in the original language. I slowly learned she was an artist as well, who held her own exhibitions and was fairly well known. And a published writer. And a university lecturer. She sang in a choir. She'd traveled over nearly the whole world. Sometimes I wonder why she was interested in me.
She was deeply religious, and had done mission work for her church in Southeast Asia, but never tried to convert me. We accepted each other as we were.
Her husband was not that bad by the standards of Korean men of his generation, but he had been alien to her for decades. He was a hotel manager. At the time we met online, he'd just about forgotten she was a woman. He didn't go out of his way to be nasty, but he was insensitive and selfish. For the majority of his career, he was fucking one or more of his secretaries. After her second pregnancy, she got the Wife job, which meant that she was there to run the household and go to social occasions with him. Soon after the children were born, they began sleeping apart. He wasn't often there anyway. Hotel managers have to keep on top of the situation in their hotels 24 hours a day, after all. He was pretty good at keeping on top of his female employees as well.
Their sex had been no good even when it had still been going on, she told me. He demanded blow jobs but wouldn't eat her. He never told her she was beautiful. He didn't notice how she reacted in bed, because it didn't occur to him that her reaction mattered. He just needed a place to dump his cum when the secretary wasn't around. Last but certainly not least, he had a tiny dick. She came to find him sexually repulsive. For about fifteen years before she met me, the only sex she had was from her fingers; after the internet got popular, from her fingers and whoever she found who wanted to cyberfuck. She was absolutely convinced that none of these people would find her attractive in real life.
She said she was old and ugly. I didn't agree, but then, you can say anything on line, can't you? Talk is cheap. Chat and cyber weren't enough to make up for a whole lifetime of thinking she wasn't worth getting an erection over.
One day she told me that she would be flying to Chicago to visit family at Christmas, and she could break her journey for a few days in Vancouver, where I lived. So, we would finally be together. We hadn't really considered that to be an option before. I think we were both a little terrified by it; I know I was. Would we be the same in person as on line? Neither of us had ever met a cybersex partner in the flesh before.
When she arrived, I met her at the airport. She was beautiful. We walked up to each other and hugged and kissed. In about five seconds we both realized that we had been mistaken, but not in the way we had feared. Our feelings were even more intense and immediate than we had imagined. The world fell away and for each of us, there was only the other. We took a taxi to my place, and french kissed all the way there, in the back seat. Our bodies began to take over, with no protest from our minds. She fondled my erection through my jeans, and I found her nipples with my fingers as we kissed. Thank goodness I live near the airport and we got home before doing anything too disgraceful. Another ten or fifteen minutes driving and we would have been taking each others' clothes off in the back seat of the taxi.
But we didn't rip each other's clothes off as soon as we got into my suite and locked the door. Something else came over us, a little different. It was a feeling of wonder. The feeling you sometimes get while holding someone after sex, suddenly realizing they are a whole separate world but still would rather be with you than anywhere else. We were together -- at least for the next four days -- and quickly realizing that we were madly, hopelessly in love, not just seized by a desire to fuck.
Jumping right into bed would have been like gobbling down a meal in a fine restaurant in five minutes. For a long time, we didn't even hold each other very tightly. We stood in the living room in each others' arms, kissing and whispering a word or two every now and again, feeling each other breathe, our hearts beating, trying to get it through our minds that this was actually happening and becoming more and more aware of how beautiful we were to each other.
After a long while, we did begin to undress, very slowly, whispering compliments and trading kisses on newly uncovered skin. Once her breasts were bare, we had a genteel debate over whether or not they were big enough; I finally scored a victory on points by silencing her with kisses while I played with her nipples. Eventually we were naked, still holding each other gently as if dancing, until finally she gave a little growl, pushed me down onto the bed, and began to suck me.
She was very good at what she did, here and everywhere and in everything else. Soon I was incapable of coherent thought, and it didn't matter a bit. She ran her tongue up and down my erection and over my balls, and took the whole shaft into her mouth, choking a bit once or twice (probably because of my length compared to her pencil-dicked spouse) but persevering gamely. This went on for what seemed like hours, but I wanted my load in her body, not her mouth. So, when she paused momentarily, I took the opportunity to draw her fully up onto the bed, spread her legs, and begin parting her labia with the tip of my tongue.
She had never been eaten before, not even once, and her knowledge of the act was theoretical only, gained from books and porn movies. Nevertheless, she had an extraordinarily sensitive cunt and clit, and no inhibitions, so pretty soon she was grinding her wet snatch into my face, with my tongue in her vagina or folding the labia in and out. I had stocked up on lube, fearing that since she was past menopause, she might need it. Another piece of groundless anxiety. I was more likely to drown down there than for her to get dry.
Even though my talents are at best modest, and I was very much out of practice, she came at least twice when being eaten, perhaps more. It seemed an eternity before she stopped thrashing around and began to pull at me, to get me to move up and cover her. We ended up in the center of the bed, her on her back with her legs open wide, and me on hands and knees above her, kissing her face and neck while she reached down and rubbed the head of my erection up and down her wet slit.
She wriggled her hips and pushed a bit, and my cock head slipped into her vagina. We left it at that for a while as we kissed, enjoying the anticipation. Our feelings were made still more intense by the fact that we were about to have completely unprotected sex. She was past menopause and had never been with anyone but her husband, and that was about fifteen years ago at this time. I had had a medical checkup a couple of months previously, for unrelated problems, that had involved a lot of blood work and would have turned up any venereal infections. So we were safe to ride bareback, and despite the lack of any real risk, it did add to the sensation.
I broke the kiss and asked her if she wanted me inside her, if she wanted to fuck. It was a completely superfluous question, since the answer was obvious, but asking it increased our excitement. She whispered Yes, and I pushed into her. Her response was noisy and immediate, a loud groan, and she moved her pelvis up against me to get me in deeper. Always the cautious one, I had intended to start slow, but after fifteen years in the desert that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted all of it, NOW.
I wasn't quite prepared for what she felt like. I prefer to be with experienced women of my own age or a bit older, since they are more likely to know what they want and how to get it. Virgins turn me off, since I teach for a living and the last thing I need is to go into instructor mode in bed. Also, women who have had a few children are much more likely to be able to control their muscles down there, to our mutual enjoyment.
My friend had had two children, and she certainly wasn't a virgin. But she hadn't had anything of any size in her vagina since the birth of her last child over twenty years before. Her husband, when he bothered to show up at all, had been a skinny four inches at best, fifty per cent shorter than my functional but entirely average dick. The result of her forced abstinence had been that she had tightened up very considerably, to the point that it took a good deal of effort to get into her. It was fortunate that my one real sexual talent, a "Ladies First" ability that allowed me to avoid finishing ahead of my partner, kept me from blowing my load in the first two minutes of our intercourse.
She came several times as we fucked, soaking and noisy. Fortunately my upstairs neighbors were a young couple who were more likely to get turned on and start to fuck each other than to object if they heard us. How it all ended is a bit unclear; I think we may both have passed out for a bit. When I came back to the world, we were holding each other, I was babbling praise of her abilities to her and telling her that she was the best fuck I'd ever had, and she was still feebly arguing with me but almost crying with relief and happiness. As crazy as it seems, she had been terrified that she wouldn't be good enough and I wouldn't be satisfied with her body. I told her, and it was true, that anyone who wasn't satisfied with sex like that should be checked for a pulse.
We went on like that for the whole four days she was here, trying out every position that her husband had been too bored to try, sleeping together naked, and fucking in the shower (another two new experiences for her). He hadn't ever done her anywhere but in bed, so we copulated all over my suite, with her cleaning chocolate sauce off my dick and me taking her on the kitchen table with a pause to lick strawberry jam off her entirely big enough and very lovely breasts. We went out for dinner together several times, and she wore nothing under her dress, rebelling against the ultra-respectable role she had to play at home. She talked about church or university lecturing or her art exhibitions while curled up with me naked in bed, and then came all the harder when we fucked afterward, imagining what the people there would say if they could see (or hear!) her now. What her husband would say if he knew what he had been missing.
There was just a touch of the revenge fuck in this episode -- though on the surface she had shrugged it off, I knew that inside she felt humiliated and furious about how her husband had been dicking teenagers for years while she was left to clean the toilets at home. Sleeping with me was payback for that, and also the reassurance that she had needed and DESERVED, that even when it came to pure raw sex, she could out-fuck all those giggling airheads combined. The element of revenge would probably have put us into bed even if we hadn't been that attracted to each other, but in the event, it had all been buried by other and much more positive emotions.
But of course she had to leave. We couldn't turn the clock back and get married as teenagers and fuck like rabbits for our whole lives. If there was ever a woman who deserved a partner loyal to the death, it was her, but life isn't fair that way. We'd had a few days, anyway.
We kissed good-bye at the airport and giggled a bit one last time about the fact she was flying away with a load of my cum in her. After our last sex, she had almost been crying again and had told me that she had never once had an orgasm in all the years with her husband. If it hadn't been for her fingers and advice columns in women's magazines, she wouldn't even have known what an orgasm was. Over thirty years, and this beautiful woman hadn't even once felt what it was like to cum with a lover's hard cock inside her. I suppose better late than never, but still, what a waste.
We stayed together for several years, and met twice more, but eventually drifted apart. I couldn't ask her to divorce her husband, since her family would have disowned her and she would never have seen her beautiful granddaughters again. At least I had the chance to convince her that she was a lovely and very sexually attractive woman. That's better than nothing.
I'm Canadian. She was Korean, a few years older than me. She had been born in what is now North Korea; her family fled south when she was only a year old.
At the time, my marriage was going to pieces. Hers was deadly dull and painful, but she couldn't leave, because she probably would have lost touch with her two sons and her grandchildren.
We fitted together. Both academics -- she was just about to get her Ph.D in Korean history, I had one already on the intellectual history of ancient China. She was one of the very few people I have ever met who was familiar with my own fields of study. She was enormously well-read in other areas as well, even something of an amateur theologian.
We began to chat about anything and everything, and soon confessed to each other that we were both into indiscriminate cybersex with whoever was willing. That stopped abruptly, because we were too busy cyberfucking each other. Night after night, sometimes all night. We sent pictures, webcam, sound files, anything we could think of. We fantasized endlessly and came together more times than I can count.
She thought she was unattractive because she was a grandmother and had small breasts. Neither was a problem for me. Damn, was she hot. Sleek and sexy, but she had never realized it before. No one had told her. She was one of those women who look great when they are dressed, and who make your jaw drop when they're naked. I told her all of these things again and again, but it was a long time before she began to believe them.
She was the most elegant and cultivated woman I had ever had a relationship with. She could read Classical Chinese, a rare skill these days, even among Chinese people. Naked in bed, we argued about the writings of Confucius in the original language. I slowly learned she was an artist as well, who held her own exhibitions and was fairly well known. And a published writer. And a university lecturer. She sang in a choir. She'd traveled over nearly the whole world. Sometimes I wonder why she was interested in me.
She was deeply religious, and had done mission work for her church in Southeast Asia, but never tried to convert me. We accepted each other as we were.
Her husband was not that bad by the standards of Korean men of his generation, but he had been alien to her for decades. He was a hotel manager. At the time we met online, he'd just about forgotten she was a woman. He didn't go out of his way to be nasty, but he was insensitive and selfish. For the majority of his career, he was fucking one or more of his secretaries. After her second pregnancy, she got the Wife job, which meant that she was there to run the household and go to social occasions with him. Soon after the children were born, they began sleeping apart. He wasn't often there anyway. Hotel managers have to keep on top of the situation in their hotels 24 hours a day, after all. He was pretty good at keeping on top of his female employees as well.
Their sex had been no good even when it had still been going on, she told me. He demanded blow jobs but wouldn't eat her. He never told her she was beautiful. He didn't notice how she reacted in bed, because it didn't occur to him that her reaction mattered. He just needed a place to dump his cum when the secretary wasn't around. Last but certainly not least, he had a tiny dick. She came to find him sexually repulsive. For about fifteen years before she met me, the only sex she had was from her fingers; after the internet got popular, from her fingers and whoever she found who wanted to cyberfuck. She was absolutely convinced that none of these people would find her attractive in real life.
She said she was old and ugly. I didn't agree, but then, you can say anything on line, can't you? Talk is cheap. Chat and cyber weren't enough to make up for a whole lifetime of thinking she wasn't worth getting an erection over.
One day she told me that she would be flying to Chicago to visit family at Christmas, and she could break her journey for a few days in Vancouver, where I lived. So, we would finally be together. We hadn't really considered that to be an option before. I think we were both a little terrified by it; I know I was. Would we be the same in person as on line? Neither of us had ever met a cybersex partner in the flesh before.
When she arrived, I met her at the airport. She was beautiful. We walked up to each other and hugged and kissed. In about five seconds we both realized that we had been mistaken, but not in the way we had feared. Our feelings were even more intense and immediate than we had imagined. The world fell away and for each of us, there was only the other. We took a taxi to my place, and french kissed all the way there, in the back seat. Our bodies began to take over, with no protest from our minds. She fondled my erection through my jeans, and I found her nipples with my fingers as we kissed. Thank goodness I live near the airport and we got home before doing anything too disgraceful. Another ten or fifteen minutes driving and we would have been taking each others' clothes off in the back seat of the taxi.
But we didn't rip each other's clothes off as soon as we got into my suite and locked the door. Something else came over us, a little different. It was a feeling of wonder. The feeling you sometimes get while holding someone after sex, suddenly realizing they are a whole separate world but still would rather be with you than anywhere else. We were together -- at least for the next four days -- and quickly realizing that we were madly, hopelessly in love, not just seized by a desire to fuck.
Jumping right into bed would have been like gobbling down a meal in a fine restaurant in five minutes. For a long time, we didn't even hold each other very tightly. We stood in the living room in each others' arms, kissing and whispering a word or two every now and again, feeling each other breathe, our hearts beating, trying to get it through our minds that this was actually happening and becoming more and more aware of how beautiful we were to each other.
After a long while, we did begin to undress, very slowly, whispering compliments and trading kisses on newly uncovered skin. Once her breasts were bare, we had a genteel debate over whether or not they were big enough; I finally scored a victory on points by silencing her with kisses while I played with her nipples. Eventually we were naked, still holding each other gently as if dancing, until finally she gave a little growl, pushed me down onto the bed, and began to suck me.
She was very good at what she did, here and everywhere and in everything else. Soon I was incapable of coherent thought, and it didn't matter a bit. She ran her tongue up and down my erection and over my balls, and took the whole shaft into her mouth, choking a bit once or twice (probably because of my length compared to her pencil-dicked spouse) but persevering gamely. This went on for what seemed like hours, but I wanted my load in her body, not her mouth. So, when she paused momentarily, I took the opportunity to draw her fully up onto the bed, spread her legs, and begin parting her labia with the tip of my tongue.
She had never been eaten before, not even once, and her knowledge of the act was theoretical only, gained from books and porn movies. Nevertheless, she had an extraordinarily sensitive cunt and clit, and no inhibitions, so pretty soon she was grinding her wet snatch into my face, with my tongue in her vagina or folding the labia in and out. I had stocked up on lube, fearing that since she was past menopause, she might need it. Another piece of groundless anxiety. I was more likely to drown down there than for her to get dry.
Even though my talents are at best modest, and I was very much out of practice, she came at least twice when being eaten, perhaps more. It seemed an eternity before she stopped thrashing around and began to pull at me, to get me to move up and cover her. We ended up in the center of the bed, her on her back with her legs open wide, and me on hands and knees above her, kissing her face and neck while she reached down and rubbed the head of my erection up and down her wet slit.
She wriggled her hips and pushed a bit, and my cock head slipped into her vagina. We left it at that for a while as we kissed, enjoying the anticipation. Our feelings were made still more intense by the fact that we were about to have completely unprotected sex. She was past menopause and had never been with anyone but her husband, and that was about fifteen years ago at this time. I had had a medical checkup a couple of months previously, for unrelated problems, that had involved a lot of blood work and would have turned up any venereal infections. So we were safe to ride bareback, and despite the lack of any real risk, it did add to the sensation.
I broke the kiss and asked her if she wanted me inside her, if she wanted to fuck. It was a completely superfluous question, since the answer was obvious, but asking it increased our excitement. She whispered Yes, and I pushed into her. Her response was noisy and immediate, a loud groan, and she moved her pelvis up against me to get me in deeper. Always the cautious one, I had intended to start slow, but after fifteen years in the desert that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted all of it, NOW.
I wasn't quite prepared for what she felt like. I prefer to be with experienced women of my own age or a bit older, since they are more likely to know what they want and how to get it. Virgins turn me off, since I teach for a living and the last thing I need is to go into instructor mode in bed. Also, women who have had a few children are much more likely to be able to control their muscles down there, to our mutual enjoyment.
My friend had had two children, and she certainly wasn't a virgin. But she hadn't had anything of any size in her vagina since the birth of her last child over twenty years before. Her husband, when he bothered to show up at all, had been a skinny four inches at best, fifty per cent shorter than my functional but entirely average dick. The result of her forced abstinence had been that she had tightened up very considerably, to the point that it took a good deal of effort to get into her. It was fortunate that my one real sexual talent, a "Ladies First" ability that allowed me to avoid finishing ahead of my partner, kept me from blowing my load in the first two minutes of our intercourse.
She came several times as we fucked, soaking and noisy. Fortunately my upstairs neighbors were a young couple who were more likely to get turned on and start to fuck each other than to object if they heard us. How it all ended is a bit unclear; I think we may both have passed out for a bit. When I came back to the world, we were holding each other, I was babbling praise of her abilities to her and telling her that she was the best fuck I'd ever had, and she was still feebly arguing with me but almost crying with relief and happiness. As crazy as it seems, she had been terrified that she wouldn't be good enough and I wouldn't be satisfied with her body. I told her, and it was true, that anyone who wasn't satisfied with sex like that should be checked for a pulse.
We went on like that for the whole four days she was here, trying out every position that her husband had been too bored to try, sleeping together naked, and fucking in the shower (another two new experiences for her). He hadn't ever done her anywhere but in bed, so we copulated all over my suite, with her cleaning chocolate sauce off my dick and me taking her on the kitchen table with a pause to lick strawberry jam off her entirely big enough and very lovely breasts. We went out for dinner together several times, and she wore nothing under her dress, rebelling against the ultra-respectable role she had to play at home. She talked about church or university lecturing or her art exhibitions while curled up with me naked in bed, and then came all the harder when we fucked afterward, imagining what the people there would say if they could see (or hear!) her now. What her husband would say if he knew what he had been missing.
There was just a touch of the revenge fuck in this episode -- though on the surface she had shrugged it off, I knew that inside she felt humiliated and furious about how her husband had been dicking teenagers for years while she was left to clean the toilets at home. Sleeping with me was payback for that, and also the reassurance that she had needed and DESERVED, that even when it came to pure raw sex, she could out-fuck all those giggling airheads combined. The element of revenge would probably have put us into bed even if we hadn't been that attracted to each other, but in the event, it had all been buried by other and much more positive emotions.
But of course she had to leave. We couldn't turn the clock back and get married as teenagers and fuck like rabbits for our whole lives. If there was ever a woman who deserved a partner loyal to the death, it was her, but life isn't fair that way. We'd had a few days, anyway.
We kissed good-bye at the airport and giggled a bit one last time about the fact she was flying away with a load of my cum in her. After our last sex, she had almost been crying again and had told me that she had never once had an orgasm in all the years with her husband. If it hadn't been for her fingers and advice columns in women's magazines, she wouldn't even have known what an orgasm was. Over thirty years, and this beautiful woman hadn't even once felt what it was like to cum with a lover's hard cock inside her. I suppose better late than never, but still, what a waste.
We stayed together for several years, and met twice more, but eventually drifted apart. I couldn't ask her to divorce her husband, since her family would have disowned her and she would never have seen her beautiful granddaughters again. At least I had the chance to convince her that she was a lovely and very sexually attractive woman. That's better than nothing.
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Very interesting and touching read...
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Heretopraise, that was an amazing story. Thank you for sharing it.
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Heteropraise, touching story. If there is such a thing as a "perfect" dalliance that comes close.
And "affair" needs defining? The first slip in a marriage, the first time raw primal lust takes over and you need the flesh of another person, if only for a short one time thing?
In my mind an "affair" is much more than that, it is a word that is loaded with all sorts of emotional baggage in addition to the lust & need.
I have had a few physical slips, but only one true "affair".
She is (was?) another married Litster, and we met in one of the many "married but restless" threads. At first just chatting about sex, wants, needs, desires. Complaining about inattentive spouses. How often we masturbated. What would push us over the edge in taking the plunge into infidelity. That moved to talking on the phone, being a friendly voice on dark lonely nights, which even more quickly moved to phone sex, how we wanted different things done, what we were looking for in another partner in crime, and what we wanted from each other if we were right there. And then the "what if's" came, we lived so close, what if we just met right now, what if we did the things in the flesh that we wanted so badly, what if we met this Friday after work for drinks and flirting?
And then we did. We almost lasted a whole half hour before slipping into the restaurant bathroom and living out one of our first fantasies together. Three months later we are meeting atleast once a week, talking after work almost every day, and still finding new and interesting ways to fuck each other.
It's been fun, even when we mix names up when we are naked.
And "affair" needs defining? The first slip in a marriage, the first time raw primal lust takes over and you need the flesh of another person, if only for a short one time thing?
In my mind an "affair" is much more than that, it is a word that is loaded with all sorts of emotional baggage in addition to the lust & need.
I have had a few physical slips, but only one true "affair".
She is (was?) another married Litster, and we met in one of the many "married but restless" threads. At first just chatting about sex, wants, needs, desires. Complaining about inattentive spouses. How often we masturbated. What would push us over the edge in taking the plunge into infidelity. That moved to talking on the phone, being a friendly voice on dark lonely nights, which even more quickly moved to phone sex, how we wanted different things done, what we were looking for in another partner in crime, and what we wanted from each other if we were right there. And then the "what if's" came, we lived so close, what if we just met right now, what if we did the things in the flesh that we wanted so badly, what if we met this Friday after work for drinks and flirting?
And then we did. We almost lasted a whole half hour before slipping into the restaurant bathroom and living out one of our first fantasies together. Three months later we are meeting atleast once a week, talking after work almost every day, and still finding new and interesting ways to fuck each other.
It's been fun, even when we mix names up when we are naked.
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My own tale is just starting. I will keep you informed as it unfolds.
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My own tale is just starting. I will keep you informed as it unfolds.
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I've never had an affair. If I get a proposition I'm interested in, I let go of the person I may be with and go about my buisness. But refering to the sex ... 7/10 is was definitely worth it!
It makes me kind of sad to read threads like this. I was married for 13 years living in a sexually unfulfilled marriage. There was absolutely no sexual chemistry between me and my ex husband. I thought I could live the rest of my life out like this. I thought I didn't need sexual chemistry. I thought the grass couldn't possibly be greener on the other side.
However, the more I think about it and the more I read other other couple's story who have great sex 10, 20, 30, 40 plus years down the road, the more trapped I felt. I desperately wanted to know what it feels like to have mind blowing sex. Instead of turning to a physical affair and causing deep pain to my partner, I had the courage to go see a lawyer and end my marriage.
I still haven't found the one yet. My life is an open road before me with endless possibilities. I'm no longer locked in a cage of my own making. I can honestly say I've never been happier in my entire life than now
I do not judge people who have had affairs because I understand the intense craving and despair of living in a unfulfilled marriage. But it is simply not for me.
However, the more I think about it and the more I read other other couple's story who have great sex 10, 20, 30, 40 plus years down the road, the more trapped I felt. I desperately wanted to know what it feels like to have mind blowing sex. Instead of turning to a physical affair and causing deep pain to my partner, I had the courage to go see a lawyer and end my marriage.
I still haven't found the one yet. My life is an open road before me with endless possibilities. I'm no longer locked in a cage of my own making. I can honestly say I've never been happier in my entire life than now
I do not judge people who have had affairs because I understand the intense craving and despair of living in a unfulfilled marriage. But it is simply not for me.
UselessDesires
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Do you have anyone specific in mind?
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I have just got to get back to this thread.......more later......
