Friday, August 19, 2016 5:57 PM by Blondie
I cheated on my husband elevenyears ago. Why? I'm not sure, maybe I was screwed up in the head. I guess I still am. I was friends with the man I cheated with. My husband travelled a lot and I was lonely. It all started inncocently but progressed at a much quicker pace than I anticipated. I just wanted someone to hang out with, laugh with, and have fun with. We hung out for weeks before anything happened. We went out to eat, watched movies, texted totally innocent stuff. Then it happened. I started having feelings when I got a text or a phone call from him. I started getting nervous because I didn't want to have feelings for anyone other than my husband, but I was enamored by him. He could make me laugh like no other being on this earth. We understood each at a deeper level than anyone else has my entire life. He said the right things, I said things I shouldn't have said to him because I was married! Our first kiss was when we rented a hotel room so we could talk out of the public eye. Ya I said it a hotel room... Anyhow I told him I always wanted to know how he kissed, so we did. It wasn't spetacular in fact I thought well this ends right here because that wasn't good. He later apologized said his nerves got the best of him and he wanted to try again. So we ended up at in my house one night in the guest bedroom kissing, again nothing to write home about and we ended up having sex. The sex lasted all of one minute because he came so quick. He said he had never orgasmed that quickly before but again his nerves were shot. Said he always wanted to be with me and couldn't believe he was getting a chance to have sex with me. Again my thought was this is, the sex wasn't good and I'm done with this. Fast forward a couple of more meetings and holy shit my eye balls were rolling to the back of my head and my toes were curling every time he flipped me around the bed. His cock is beautiful I loved having it in my mouth. I loved exploring every part of his body with my tongue and I rested so frequently around his hot dick and luscious balls. I loved riding him the most. The natural angle of his dick fit perfectly in me and with each thrust he took me into pure bliss. The orgasms I experienced with him are nothing like I have had in the time since I was with him. I miss him, our talks, and the toe curling sex. I literally haven't spoken to him in eleven years. I love my husband and I would never leave him but it seems to be a problem that he is the last person I think and so often think of during the day. I don't know is he ever thinks of me, selfishly I hope that he does but I know I will never know...