Serious Adultery

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I have always been attracted to older men. Whether it was friends of my father stopping by on the weekend to professors throughout college, something about a man nearly twice my age has always brought about instant arousal. This created some memorable situations during numerous counseling sessions, but those are for a different story and a different time. › Continue reading

Work at home Husband Dave confesses his filthy habits

My name is Dave. I work out of my house as a day trader and I have been married to my wife, Jill, for over 20 years. The life of a day trader is pretty hectic. I would wake up, get the kids to school and kiss Jill before she headed out to work. The thing that really bothers me about cheating is that our marriage wasn’t bad. We weren’t on the rocks and we were having sex 2-3 times a week. I think I fell into the trap that most men fall into after 20 years of marriage. The spice was gone. We had tried different methods with toys and lingerie, but everything was monotonous. It was always the same and I didn’t know what else we could do to satisfy my urge. › Continue reading

I Cheated On My Wife: Another True Adultery Story

Thanks to ‘Jack’ for the latest addition to our roll call of confessions of affairs. His story reminds us again why people engage in extramarital sex – regardless of the risks. The pounding heart… the stolen kiss… the secret that bursts to get out – all those surging feelings that so many of us fail to contain. All familiar, all new.

My Affair: By “Jack”

Chatrooms were my downfall – specifically Yahoo chatrooms. They used to have proper unmoderated adult rooms which were a hotbed of filth. I loved them!

My wife worked away a lot in London so I used to have hours to fill in the evenings a few times a month and I would regularly stay up till 2 or 3 in the morning talking to women and having the dirtiest cybersex ever.

Some of the people I cybered with became really regular contacts. We exchanged email addresses and I would furtively receive porn at work, getting off on the danger of what I was doing as much as anything else.

But all these women were a long way away. I had cyber partners in Australia and the US – the nearest one was a woman in P——— which is a good 4 or 5 hours drive away from me. We spoke at a lot about what might happen if we met, but I knew that we never would.

But then I met Emma. Something in the way she wrote made her feel ‘local’ and after a few sessions when we’d started to get friendly I found out she only lived a few miles away. She was divorced and quite a bit older than me but the cybersex was so good that I couldn’t get the idea of actually fucking her out of my head. I kept dropping heavy hints by saying “imagine if we were really doing this” but she was always reluctant because I was married.

Out of the blue though she emailed me and asked if I was serious about meeting up one day. I tried to stay calm because we’d done all kinds of things in cyber that I didn’t know whether I’d like to do in real life. She loved to dominate me and make me lick her boots… wear her underwear and grovel before her and while it was all exciting and liberating in chat I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it.

But as the days wore on, I started to feel that my regular relationship with my wife was stifling me. All these things I’d expressed with Emma that I could never tell me wife but wanted to do on some secret level – and now I had the chance.

So eventually we met. I drove to her house while my wife was in London. She opened the door dressed in her dressing gown and as soon as the door was shut behind me she pulled it off to reveal stockings… suspenders… a tight corst… the whole nine yards. She was a big woman nearly as tall as me and she pushed me back onto her steps.

At that moment I realised I was bound to be her slave and just let myself be controlled. The feeling of licking the soles of her feet as she told me that I was her cissy boy was a moment of amazing relief for me.

From then on we’d meet every time my wife was away – often a couple of times a week. And while I still loved my wife and wanted in no way to hurt her I was totally obsessive about my relationship with Emma. I would go to work wearing her knickers under my jeans and get texts from her, calling me her slut and demanding that I go into the toilets to wank.

A Cheating Husband: Confession

I thought I would share my story with somebody, since obviously I can’t confess to anybody else.  Unlike many, I am not naive enough to think that confiding anything with one’s friends about having an affair is a good idea: there is no juicier a story to tell others over a drink after all, and it’s from there that an indignant third party places that ‘anonymous tip off’ call and trust is lost forever.  Nor do I plan to make some of the obvious mistakes that many foolish men seem to make when entering an illicit affair with others.

I’m a successful financier who works in the City of London, and probably like many men of a certain age I am looking ahead and starting to work out that the only way physically is down, so I ought to make sure I enjoy the last trappings of youth while I can.  That’s a mid-life crisis I think, except I’m only 31 years old, am in excellent shape physically: muscular, 6 foot tall, a full head of hair and people often think I am in my mid 20′s.

I married my wife about 18 months ago after spending 5 years together prior to that – that makes me very close indeed to the ’7 year itch’ I had heard about all my life.  Before that I was something of a player, graduating from single girlfriends in my teens and early 20′s to servicing 5 different girls at the same time at my peak – my wife to be when I met her in a London club was just one at the time, not that she knew it.  A part of me always loved that variety of different girls, and that they were unaware of one another which shows I’ve always had a bad boy side to me.  But I fell for my wife-to-be and promptly dumped the rest to focus just on her: on a range of levels we clicked and I found a wonderful girl who to this day is my best friend.

However one aspect of our relationship was never perfect, and then has become increasingly poor, which is our love life.  My high sex drive is not particularly compatible with hers which is lower, and just like her mother (at least so she tells me), my wife is one of a small number of women who seem to be incapable of having an orgasm however hard or long I have tried to stimulate – she gets close but never.  There really are a few out there, just as there is the odd girl can orgasm just from an initial warm up lick.

I didn’t think her lack of enjoyment of sex would bother me, but over time it has because for me making love is sensual and about mutual sharing of pleasure from one another, not a quick 5 minute shag she clearly wants over with as a duty once a week at best.  In the end I decided to stop being the one asking to see how long it would take before she made an effort.. and sure enough she never did, and I found my right hand reverting to being my new best friend – I was a teenager once more.  So to give you an idea of how long it has been now, I would say we have sex once every 2-3 months; it’s a very unhealthy situation, and I have even suggested counseling but that was batted away by her.  Yet bizarrely on so many other levels I love her to bits; she is a fantastic person and friend, and we are building a happy life together.

Being successful I have bought an expensive house in west London for us, and we’re talking about starting a family in a year or two as she’s now in her late 20′s.. presumably even my wife will have to accept we need to have sex for that.

So therein lies the background and driver to why I decided to have an affair – or perhaps I should be more explicit, affairs.  I may have only started two weeks ago but I have certainly not wasted time.  I made a decision on a whim that I was going to find a girl based on a combination of sexual need and perhaps a little boredom.  Purely selfish of course, but I pretend no less and likewise do not apologise as I plan to continue being very careful.  That being the case my own guilt will be the only issue to manage as my wife will not feel hurt about what she does not know.  Do I feel guilty?  Not in the slightest, which is doubtless in some part fueled by a sense that she does not do enough to satisfy her man in bed and therefore cannot blame him for looking elsewhere eventually.

I’m sure that will offend some, outrage others but then it is easy to sit on the moral high ground when judging somebody else’s life.

In case you’re wondering, it is really so easy for a reasonable looking man with money and the means to have an affair in London.  It is a City teeming with horny girls, both attached and single, all happy to oblige and have a lot of fun.  So I looked into the idea of having an affair in typically scientific fashion: researching the best ways, key mistakes, best alibi’s, the do’s and don’ts.. what a woman should look out for such as changes in behaviour from her husband, and really dumb things people do that lead to problems such as lying to those they are seeing about being single.

So my solution was a simple one: join one of the many dating sites that focus purely on having an affair.  My profile clearly states I am ‘attached and looking for women’ so there is no pretense of anything else to the girls.  I just prefer to tell them she is my girlfriend than wife for reasons I’ll go into later.  A useful review site recommended it was seen as a numbers game and that the girls in particular are snowed under by the men as the ratio is 2:1 or greater, so one should see sending off countless mails as rather like the fisherman trawling the sea to see what comes back in his net.

It took about 4 days of trawling on the site before I got my technique refined enough to start talking to Lilly.  Within a couple more days we were exchanging mails off the website directly (to a secret email address for me obviously), and by Thursday the following week decided we could not wait for our planned date next Tuesday and so decided to skip that and meet at my secret flat in the City.  Rule number one for a man with the means: always have a safe place to take the girls – my current place I’m lucky to have temporarily until the end of March, after which I am already planning to pick up a nice one bedroom place of my own in a nice, convenient area of the city.

It was a slightly surreal moment when Lilly walked up to the door of the flat and within 5 seconds were passionately kissing one another on the street.  A week of dirty chat about how much we wanted to fuck each other having already exchanged photos was unleashed, and I took her up to the flat and found myself licking her out while she sucked me off within 5mins of meeting her.  We then had some of the best sex of my life for the next hour, and decided we needed more as soon as possible and met the next morning and fucked for another 2 hours.

Lilly turned out to be a cute 26 year old blonde from the Czech Republic, incredibly horny with a sex drive that matched my own and a bad girl streak I love: absolutely no shame in fucking men behind her boy friend’s back as he does not satisfy her in bed.  It was so wonderful to meet a girl who loved it and who loved dirty sex and trying out the various tantric techniques I know from my past.  To have a girl who has been busy fucking lots of men behind her own boyfriend’s back for the last month tell you sincerely that you’re the best she has ever had (and know she means it) is a gratifying thing, plus the bolster to one’s ego to have a girl telling you how great your body is and how handsome you are.  Of course, that was in part because I had got into her head with compliments and talk of wanting to be her lover long term, and not just the usual one-off fling most men have with girls on the site.

That’s one of the unexpected upsides to having an affair so far: it is really good to spend the time with people who openly appreciate you and vice versa.  Since that first meeting, I have met with Lilly about another six times in the last 10 days – almost always just for long sex sessions and it is still incredibly good and satisfying for us both.  I expect that excitement will gradually wear off and we will go our separate ways, but the relationship is secure within its boundaries, even though she is quite clearly falling for me and fantasizing about it turning into a relationship somehow.

Still within a week of meeting Lilly, the net I had not really been attending too closely on the site had returned a few more fish unexpectedly.  I started talking to a 31 year old single girl from Australia called Sarah, who from her photos seemed cute and with a great body, legs and tits.. and just as importantly we clicked on a personality level.  That might surprise those reading but I love to click with them because when you get into a girl’s head a little, she feels a little more for the man and the the sex is much more intimate.. even better, and you get more of it for longer.  So with Sarah being single I made sure to tell her I had a girlfriend (albeit a complex situation in which we owned a house together etc etc), which always leaves that unspoken possibility of breaking up more easily than a wife, and then charmed her to the maximum.

I set up a date with Sarah for the following week, because to ensure no change in my behaviour I planned my ‘work drinks’ well in advance and let my wife know.  Before that could take place however I had started talking to Robyn, who turned out to be an absolutely stunning, upper class blonde who works for a highly rich family in Kensington, and had just that week joined the site.  She wanted the thrill of cheating on her boy friend the week he was away in a few weeks time, and after some flirtation by email we agreed ahead of that to meet that Sunday morning at my secret flat for fun.

This was a slightly surreal experience, because Robyn was only 23yrs old, and from her photos had the face and body of a model.. well in person she did not disappoint either.  She was a real beauty, the kind of girl I rarely picked up before my wife either, so it was hugely gratifying that she fancied me too – and that we turned out to be so sexually compatible in bed.  Again my tantric practices seemed to go down very well and she proudly told me afterwards that she had had 8 orgasms, far more than she’d ever managed with her boyfriend and that one was so intense she’d “nearly squirted”.. got to laugh I suppose, for me it has been good to remind myself I am pretty good in bed and so far they all want more.

The next day I met up with Sarah in the evening for our date, and despite being fairly tired from so much sex with Lilly and Robyn, had no problem swiftly bringing her back from the bar and fucking her for over an hour at the flat.  Sarah was a very sexy girl, we had a great time and again sex with her was very satisfying for us both – again, her summing up was that if I could make her cum that was “a bloody good sign”, and she has since hinted that I’m far and away her favourite man she has met on the site and one she wants to see again. Who knows how much of the compliments are true, but in the fantasy of an affair, paying each other plenty of attention and saying such things is part of the experience.

My one and only sub-standard sex session with Lilly followed the next day as after screwing girls almost non-stop for two weeks my body finally decided it needed a rest.  By that time I had also got chatting to an incredibly sexy black girl called Z— who had just joined.  I had originally set up to meet her at the flat for ‘breakfast’ the next day, which to be clear would have meant 4 different girls on 4 different consecutive days, but in the end I’ve postponed that back to Saturday.

Since then the remainder of this week has been quiet by recent standards.  Lilly has been unwell for a few days so we could not meet up this morning, and last night my date with Robyn for a second session didn’t happen: still not sure why, but she seems to have dropped off email.. but then is a mysterious one with a job in high fashion.  Who knows if I’ll hear back from her.. hopefully, but if not it was a wonderful morning – I will be that old man walking painfully slowly down the street one day, but I will be the one with the glint in his eye over such times and not the one wishing he had lived life more.

So now I’m sitting her, my wife has head off for a couple of days to stay at a family friend we both know, and I’m sitting here anticipating a visit to the flat tomorrow morning to fuck another girl (Z—) for the first time for a couple of hours tomorrow.

Four girls in just over two weeks.. and that’s really just the start.  Now that I’ve tasted the world of infidelity I love it, and know I won’t be stopping.  I may have periods where I am not seeing anybody, but I will always end up back and looking to add some excitement to my life with a secret lover (or three).  I think when my wife and I have children that might change things – hopefully I’ll be less self-centered, but even then can see a couple of late work evenings a week, for fun on the side with a married woman in a similar situation looking for something else, as being quite manageable with duties as a good father.

So that’s my story so far.. the story of a newly cheating husband.  Really the only way that this could go wrong is of course if I were to be found out.  If I were to get careless for example, or do something really stupid like bring a girl back to the house and screw her here.  But I won’t, because as flawed a husband as I may be, the one thing I want to make sure is that I protect my wife from a hurtful truth that she is not able to satisfy her husband sexually so he has gone elsewhere.

We’re otherwise not really in an unhappy marriage at all – we’re lucky because we’re such good friends which bodes very well indeed for the latter years of our life.  However we’re in a largely sexless marriage, which for most men is not really enough.. at least not until a good deal older.

Life is an interesting place.. it seems very boring and staid when playing by the rules.  But when one redefines the whole game and makes the rules themselves.. well, that’s when it’s a lot more fun as my story might testify.

Peter Robinson’s Wife Was Having an Affair

Politicians are renowned for dipping their wicks into anyone who goes weak at the knees in the presence of power and influence. But sometimes, its their long suffering other halves who fall prey to temptation while their partners are voting and shouting and fiddling their expenses. And, as ever with affairs, tragedy can follow.

Northern Ireland’s first minister Peter Robinson has quite a lot of shit going down. If IRA splinter groups aren’t trying to foment revolution and Sinn Fein bring him down then it transpires that he’s spent the last year dealing with the fallout from his wife’s “inappropriate relationship” with what Irish newspapers are calling “a much younger man.”

So far, so ordinary, but this week’s tale has a sadder bent than most. The first that Robinson knew of the affair was when he found his wife during an attempt to take her own life.

The emotional consequences of an affair can be deep and long lasting for either party. If you’re thinking of cheating then be warned that things can spiral out of control in directions you never imagined. You might think you’re getting a little shag on the side, but before you know it you can end up in way over your head before you know it. Even if it doesn’t spark any feelings in you, the other person can fall for you and make your life more complicated than you’re prepared for.

And if all that gets too much, you might find you’re prepared to go to almost any lengths to find an escape route – from murder to suicide.

On the other hand, you could feel cool about the whole thing. If you’re planning to have an affair, then think very carefully and make sure that not only you know what you’re doing, but the other party is on the level too.

Confessions of a Cheating Husband

We’ve had a look at women’s motivations for cheating and concluded that they might be very different to those that drive a man to play away from home. Thanks to our anonymous submitter John (not his real name) we can have a closer look at what drove one man to stray from his wife of 15 years in search of an illicit encounter.

*** WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS EXPLICIT MATERIAL ***

Many thanks to ‘John’ for his submission. If you’d like to add your own story, drop us an email. Anything you tell us will be treated with the utmost discretion.

John’s Story

Looking back I wasn’t even looking to have an affair when it happened. I was really content at home in ******** with my wife Janet and a young son. Like a lot of blokes I always liked to look at other women when I was out or in the office but I never thought anything of it.

Then one day I got bullied into signing up for Facebook because everyone else was doing it. I thought it would be a bit weird doing it and didn’t know what to expect and it was pretty boring at first once you’d played the vampire game (remember that?) Anyway  I joined a group about my favourite team – the mighty ******** United. It was the first time I’d ever really used a ‘forum’ type thing because I’m perhaps a bit old for that kind of thing but I really got into it.

One person kept cropping up in my conversations though. Clare. She was always really funny and her humour really seemed on my level. Sometimes we’d have a conversation thread to ourselves and we developed loads of injokes. Without realising it I was spending quite a lot of time logging on at work to talk to her specifically. One day she asked if I had MSN so we swapped addresses.

I think that’s when I started to realise how attracted I was to her. I’d only seen her tiny little profile picture on Facebook but it didn’t seem to matter because we got on so well. We started chatting more on MSN than Facebook pretty much every day. And then in the night when our respective husband and wife had gone to bed.

The Cybersex

One night I was talking to her when somehow we ended up having ‘cyber sex‘. It took me totally by surprise. One minute  we were joking, the next we were describing what we’d do to each other. I was sat on my laptop until 2 in the morning telling her how I’d like to use my fingers and tongue on her body. It was so intense.

Pretty soon we were having cybersex almost everyday. As soon as my wife was in bed I would log on hoping she was there and masturbate while we talked – sometimes for hours. I felt like I could be honest with Clare in a way I could never be with my wife.

After about 6 months I was going on a works night out in N*********. By chance Clare was going to a conference there at the same time.

I knew then that we’d go further than just cybersex.

The Meeting

I was terrified of meeting Clare. I didn’t know how it would work out. So I sat in the hotel bar beforehand and got good and drunk. Eventually, she arrived a bit late and flustered and we just started talking. We made chit chat for a while before I got the nerve up to ask her if she wanted to go up to my room for a drink. It makes me laugh now that I even said that!

We more or less fell through the door in each other’s arms, kissing and touching. I literally tore her shirt off and threw her back on the bed. We’d talked about what we’d do so much that it was amazing to actually do it. I kissed her all over her skin from her calves over her thighs and when I finally got to lick her pussy it was incredible. We talked about what she tasted like all the time and to finally put my tongue there was the biggest adrenalin rush ever. Then she gave me a really sexy slow blowjob.

We had sex for what seemed like hours until we were sweaty and breathless and fell asleep in each other’s arms. We both knew how wrong and how risky it was but somehow that made it all the better. I’ve never had better sex.

The Fallout

I’ve hardly spoken to Clare since that time. I don’t know whether us actually doing it took away some of the excitement and mystery out of our relationship or whether one of us was embarassed afterwards. We still send the odd email to each other and are friendly but the spark has gone it seems. I do sort of regret it really. Noone but me and Clare knows this every happened but I do love my wife and know I’ve let her down so badly.

Housewife Confessions: Adultery

Only rarely do we get to hear the story of an adulterer first hand. Suppressed into silence either because they are still evading detection, or through shame after what they have done has become public. In the first of what we hope will be a regular series, we lift the lid on the thoughts and experiences of a self confessed adulteress.

Our sincerest thanks to our first confessor.

If you would like to confess – with the absolute, cast-iron certainty that we won’t release any information that might identify you, you can contact us here.

Tell us something about yourself

I’m a middle class, church going, mother of 3 … with a pierced fanny.

When did you first contemplate an affair?

I’d chosen the date knowing that my husband would be away that night.  That way I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye for 36 hours after it had happened.

I never contemplated having my first affair.  It’s the classic story which starts, “It just happened”.  I’d never considered myself anything but faithful.  My marriage hadn’t been happy for a while although I’d tried to brush the discontentment away.  When I started talking to him it was purely as friends.  Actually, we were friends of a friend on the internet.  And the internet is where it stayed for most of its duration.  I was undeniably attracted to him and we flirted outrageously but that was all that I would ever do.

Then one day the flirting went a little bit further.  We were talking on MSN and started describing what we would like to do to each other.  I honestly can’t remember who started it first but from then on we were incredibly intense.  We ‘spoke’ most of the day everyday when he was at work and even when our spouses were near us at home.

How did you go about arranging it?

We tried for a very long time not to meet.  Neither of us had ever been unfaithful before and so it seemed like such a big step.  but, inevitably we decided it had to happen.  Arranging things was easy.  He took a morning off work and I dropped my daughter of at pre-school before heading to a car park at a woodland park.

I’d chosen the date knowing that my husband would be away that night.  That way I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye for 36 hours after it had happened.

Did you have any guilt after the first time you cheated?

At every stage, from driving to the meeting point, to the first moment I looked in his eyes, our first kiss … I asked myself “Is this the point when I should start feeling guilty?”.  But I never did.  Even when I was driving away, knowing he had been intimate with me in a way that only my husband had for the past 13 years, I didn’t feel anything except happiness.

I now know that I could have driven straight to my husband and looked him in the eye with absolutely no problem.

What I got out of it was fun, passion, confirmation that I was worth more than a cook, cleaner and mother

What were looking to get out of the affair?

I can’t say I was looking to get anything out of the affair.  That would suggest that I had thought about it in that way.  It was a spontaneous happening.  Nothing was planned or calculated.

What did you get out of your affair?

What I got out of it was fun, passion, confirmation that I was worth more than a cook, cleaner and mother.  I was with someone who would rather be throwing me onto a bed than folding his sweater.  I got confidence to find a new, passionate life.  And that’s exactly what I did.  That confidence has changed me forever.

How long did it carry on for?

The affair carried on for about 6 months.

If it ended, why?

It ended, bizarrely enough, as his marriage ended.  He told his wife that he needed to leave her and went into meltdown.  He needed to sort out his head and our relationship was one of the things which didn’t fit in with his new found freedom.  I was devastated.  He’d made me realise that I wanted and needed more out of life and then, suddenly, he’d moved on to a new phase and I was stuck, alone, in an unhappy marriage.

Would you do it again?

Would I do it again?  In a heartbeat!  My lover can’t take all the credit for my new life.  There is someone I love dearly now who has pushed me further towards finding myself than my first lover ever could.  I don’t know whether you’d describe it as an affair.  It’s certainly not conventional.

He is in a full, wonderful loving relationship with his wife.  And he has other lovers too.  Whether they love him as I do, and whether he tells them that he loves them, the way he does me, I don’t know.  Quite frankly, that’s none of my business.  He gives me the excitement and passion I need and accepts that I will find it elsewhere too.  With him, I have freedom, passion, love and a soul mate who knows me better than anyone else.

Through him I have realised that I am not a monogamous person.  Even if I was happy in my marriage, I’m sure I would ‘cheat’ again.  And would I regret anything?  Only the things I didn’t do.

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