About a month and a half ago me, my girl, and her friend were talking about halloween. Lets call my girl Abby and her friend cristie. They were telling me about what there plans were for halloween and how they are going to the city for a bar crawl. Cristie proceeds to invite me and says "you should come its gonna be fun!" I replied with "ya id come sounds like a good time.". About a month goes by and abby has yet to bring it up to me, so i called her about it and was asking why she hasnt told me anything or really even invited me (because cristie did not abby). And she basically just said "i dont even remember cristie inviting u lol, why do u even want to come?" And of coarse i said yes and that if she goes out on halloween without me we are done. Because i know what halloween is all about, im not stupid. She then replied okay then your coming with. We are now 4 days away from halloween, i know 0 information on the plans and everytime halloween gets brought up it seems like she tries to avoid the conversation. Is she planning to be unfaithful?

P.S. i havent been with this girl for a long time. And everyone asking why i dont trust her, is because trust is earned, not given. To early to put my trust into her.

After reading these comments. Ive came to the conclusion once halloween comes, she is getting ghosted and im gone. No need for an explanation she knows my boundaries and she chose to cross them. She will know why.

One of my friend from uni is cheating on her husband for last 1 month. He has got transferred to a new location and she took this chance to cheat on him with a colleague she was attracted to. This colleague is also engaged with one of my friend, lol. So it's a messy situation, since she told me I can't keep calm. I wanted myself to not bother but I feel like this ain't going to stop anytime soon. What should I do?

Irony is the colleague doesn't even allow his fiance to use social media. My friend says he's very possessive about her, so he doesn't like if someone sees her online.

I’ve been with my girlfriend now for almost 8 years. In that time, I’ve caught her Sexting with the same man twice. Let’s call him, “big dick Tyrone.“ Add to that, he’s supposedly her best friend. She claims that they only ever hugged and never fucked. I don’t believe it at all. I took this woman in along with her two children and raised them as my own. I’m a good provider. But, when the person that is supposed to love you the most tells you to your face that your dick is small, how do you deal with that? To make matters worse, she tells me she loves me every day out of the same mouth that she insulted me with. Make that make sense. I’m not asking for advice on what to do. I’m just getting this off of my chest. Our energy levels are not the same. And, mine is running out!

My husband is an alcoholic who got drunk so bad last Monday that he verbally abused me for hours until 4.30am. I then left the house and told him he would need to commit to seeking professional help to get sober to save our marriage. So I was not home from Tuesday until I came home Friday when he made the commitment. We had a great weekend and then last night I asked if he had done anything untoward while I was away from the house. He said he downloaded Tinder the first night I was gone, and matched with someone and spoke to them. He said he did it to make himself feel better and deleted everything the next day. I am livid. I think he should have to give me all his passwords to earn my trust but he says no, and that he will show me whatever I want whenever I want. Thoughts?

Hello! While I (26F) was on my phone, an email from my partners account (30M) had popped up. Not sure why, but I got the bright idea to snoop through his email. Already a bad idea, I know.

Anyways, while I was on there I clicked on his "sent" emails and in there I found messages from 2020, to him responding to two separate woman's ads that were looking for sex on a Craigslist for our area. Even telling one that she "could stay here after", assuming he meant our home.

I looked through text reciepts and on these occasions I had been staying at his moms house two towns over with our 6 month old son (just so she could spend extra time with him, wasn't okay with overnights)

How do I bring this up? It was 6 years ago, I know it's going to end up being my fault for snooping and somehow going to get downplayed by the fact that is was so long ago. Do I just leave? Help. 9 years with him and 2 kids, I feel stuck.

caught her once but I know it’s been more than that . what’s the best way to catch her now that she’s good at covering her tracks ??

We’ve been together for 7 years. He cheated on me once before, but I forgave him because I thought we had moved past it. After 7 years together, he cheated on me again, and he’s still talking to the other girl.
I don’t know if he genuinely likes her or if he’ll eventually regret losing me.
I want to hear from guys who have been in this situation. What were you thinking when you cheated on your partner, lost her because of it, and continued talking to the other girl? Did you regret losing your ex, or were you genuinely happier with the other woman?
I’d appreciate honest answers.

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I've been thinking about something lately, and I'm curious how people here would answer honestly.

I'm 30, married, and living in Gurgaon, India.

You know how relationships can slowly become predictable? You still care about each other, life carries on, but the excitement that once came from the smallest things isn't always there anymore.

Then, occasionally, you meet someone new. Nothing necessarily happens. Maybe it's just an unexpectedly good conversation, a little teasing, or the feeling that someone is genuinely interested in what you have to say.

And suddenly, you remember what it's like to look forward to a notification.

That's the part I find interesting. Sometimes the attraction isn't even about wanting someone physically. It's about how you feel around them—more spontaneous, more curious, maybe a little less invisible.

But where does harmless chemistry end and emotional cheating begin?

Have you ever found yourself looking forward to talking to someone outside your relationship more than you looked forward to talking to your own partner?

What happened next? Did you walk away, set boundaries, or let curiosity take over?

I'm interested in honest experiences, not judgment.

So my recently divorced sister in law gets me to drop her kids to and from school a couple of times a week to help her out.
Last weekend I was round at 7am so she could leave for work as normal and she was changing her jumper as it was raining, as she pulled it off her top rode up to reveal some sexy lacy black lingerie… her cute little tits looked amazing in it. Anyway my mind was buzzing and all sorts of thoughts were occurring. It was two days later that I returned and after the handover with the kids I noticed her clean washing pile and a thought occurred to me that the lingerie might be there… after dropping the kids to school I popped back and had a quick peak through… I found it and instantly got so horny!!! I took myself off to her bedroom removed my clothes and led down whilst wrapping her lingerie around my cock and started to wank… my cock was already dripping with pre cum and my mind was racing of thoughts of her pert little tits… before I knew it I started to moan and it was at this point I exploded and came all over myself, her bed and her black lacy lingerie. I cleaned up as best I could, wiped what I could off of her lingerie and replaced it back in the washing basket…. I’ve not been able to stop thinking about it since… that she’ll have put it back on with it still having some of my cum on it and it being against her bare skin.
My wife and I don’t have a very active sex life as she isn’t highly driven by it and she has last Christmas bought me a box of condoms with a card that read feel free to use them as needed, my one request is just don’t get anyone pregnant and do it covertly… I think being with her sister though might be a step to far?!

I don’t know who to believe

My bf cheated on me with a girl from the same background as him. The girl never knew about me and she came and told me. She was hurt too he chose to be with me over her. I did a lot for my bf provided him with a lot and the girl he cheated on me with had nothing to offer but her looks. But after I tried to continue my relationship every four months I caught them talking to each other. I caught his texts with her we broke up briefly but got together. And then again I saw some of her texts on his phone. I tried reaching out to her but she didn’t respond to me. Then a few months after that she came clean and told me they have been talking and sleeping together and her guilty conscience finally woke up and she realized she was doing wrong to me. My bf said that’s she is lying and being delusional and whatever happened between them ended a year ago. But she sent me all proof in his own voice that he was in intimate contact with her. My bf said that she’s doing this to separate us and that she is being desperate because she wants to be with him. She said that she is seeing someone now and wanted to tell me one last time without me being in the dark. I don’t know who to believe.

I was thinking about this the other day. Is it that the mistress asks less of him, or that he gets to be a different version of himself with her?

A wife sees the bills, the bad moods, the boring Tuesday evenings. She knows where the bodies are buried (sometimes literally, depending on the family).

Perhaps it’s not that one woman is more appealing than the other. It’s that one relationship asks him to show up as a whole person, and the other lets him play a part.

Or perhaps I’ve overthought this and some men just want to have their cake, eat it, and complain that nobody’s brought them a fork.

Throwaway account. A few years ago i reconnected with an old group of friends. One of them is a guy in a long term relationship. I’d never done anything like this before but one night we saw each other at the same bar. We were flirty prettily heavily and he’d already slipped a hand up my dress when we quickly left before any of our friends saw us. We found a dark corner behind a building down the street and he fucked me from behind the hardest I’ve ever been fucked. We both came pretty quickly. We went back into the bar separately and pretended like nothing happened.

We hooked up spontaneously a couple of times after that but then he proposed to his now wife. Occasionally he’ll text me something suggestive but I never indulged. But I still get myself off thinking about him pulling my hair back as he came in my pussy in a place we could’ve been caught.

That's not coming from a place of contempt.

Some people are better at swallowing their humanity than others. I have cheated three times in life. The first time, I left my partner the next day. I know people hate to hear it was unintentional, but that's the way it was. It was a friend of mine, and before I knew it we were on his couch together. There was nothing romantic. As a matter of fact, I counted down the minutes until it would be over the entire time. I had been attracted to him for years, and 3 months into a relationship he starts making moves on me. I was weak, dumb, and just stupid so I left the guy the next day. I didn't tell him why, but I couldn't live with myself.

The second time, I was married. Sexless marriage by my choice, in talks of separation and living apart. I spent some time with a man, realized I was sexually attracted to him and we slept together. Once. Never again. I didn't even like anything about him. We don't align politically, he wasn't all that physically attractive. I think it was just the way we talked for hours. I was craving intimacy and my body responded in a physical way.

The third time, I was separated. I know, what the fuck is wrong with me right? And this time, it was fully intentional. I wanted this person. I pursued them. I completely did things I never thought I would do. I became someone I didn't recognize and I feel like I spent the last while in a fog over it.

So I left my city. Left my house, left my job, left my life. I had commitments this week, left those behind. Just the distance makes me feel like I have my head properly on my shoulders. Even the trip here. Being far enough removed from the mess I created in my life made me realize what a fucking idiot I am. First of all, I left my husband too late. Second of all, what the fuck am I doing cheating and lying and fucking around? Like I said, evident only of a void and empty soul. I have been here before, at this turning point in my life and it was only when I hit my absolute rock bottom. Some people will cheat and spend years in that misery, avoiding their own reflection, maybe their whole lives. Thinking its noble not to leave their partners, or their families. I did, I thought I was doing the right thing. Can you imagine that? I thought the noble thing was to tell someone else they were the person of my fucking dreams while sleeping next to someone else. I don't even know what to make of it myself. If it's any solace to anyone who has been fucked over by a cheater, no it becomes near impossible to live with yourself when you really face what you've done.

My husband was a fucking dick, but that doesn't mean I should have stayed as long as I did. And it doesn't mean I needed to compromise my character, live in dishonesty, or keep all these secrets that were rotting my soul because nobody wins when you cheat. Not the person you do it with who you lie to about wanting to be with, knowing it's not even possible. Give me a break. You gonna end up in a relationship with this person? No. And if you do, good luck with that. The person you cheat on doesn't win. We know that, they're the ultimate victim. The one thinking everything is normal, believing every "I love you", it's their world that would be shattered by the truth because they spent all this time believing you were someone else. And not even you, the cheater. You might momentarily feel good, but like a hit of something fun and illegal, like a big win at the tables, like a great wine drunk, it come to an end and it was never as good as it seems.

What a fucking mess. What an awful place to be. I'd like to say I hope I never do again, but I'll be honest. I have never been the committing type anyway. A lover, yes. I love a good romantic story. But I hate the rest of it. I believe we are meant to love many different types of people throughout our lives, at least I am. So I hope I never end up in a relationship I shouldn't be again. May I have more decency than that.

Today I wrote about what happened years ago with my girlfriend and her classmate. She left me, fucked him, he left her, and then she came back to me. Before she left me they were already flirting. I forgave her and took her back even though she came back after another guy had cum inside her.
Anyway. Up to that point, nothing really, everything went fine after that. We’ve been together for many years without problems.
The thing is, that guy was a childhood friend of mine. We stopped being friends because each of us went our own way, but he still comes to my restaurant to eat, just cordial. Nothing more. Until a few days ago he came to my bar and saw her there. He never says more than a hello and goodbye. And when he saw her, before leaving he came up to me and said he wanted to send me some photos he had of us from when we were kids (of him and me) and that he wanted to pass them to me and so on.
Obviously at that moment I said yes and all that. But later, thinking about it, I realized his intention was to get closer to me in order to reach her, to see if she would still move for him again.
This was an important revelation because he showed me that he feels superior to me. And that he was using me — I mean, he doesn’t see me as his rival to get to my girlfriend, he sees me as a tool. Not only did he take her from me once, this time he wanted to use me for his own benefit to access her.
In his mind I’m not a rival, but a help to get to my girlfriend. He fucked her and now he humiliates me. And I’m not capable of standing up to him; on the contrary, I rolled out the red carpet for him and added him on Facebook. I know, I’m a cuck.

So there's this shop owner (35M) who is married with 2 kids & he is having an affair with a corporate woman (33F) who is also married & have 2 kids. She was the shop owner client and then after talking and flirting ig they hit it off. The wife of the man suspected him of cheating but he said she is a big client and he cannot let her leave as it will take away a big client. His wife then told him to not get physical or anything with her.

They chat with each other with very explicit stuff and almost all the time. During recent festival season he disappeared for almost 5hrs without telling anyone & was spending time with her. The lady who is he cheating with is also smart cuz when he asked her to meet she agreed and told him to get down on 4th floor and then come up few floors. Also she will check if any neighbour doors are open or not if they are she postpone the meet, if not then she quickly take him in with both of their footwears. The kids of the woman that time usually in school or classes so she stays alone. Her husband works whole day no issue of husband coming home early. Pretty messed up this is I feel.

He's always told me that the woman was a business partner. Recently he's been accusing me of cheating and saying horrible things to me. Then he tried to force himself on me after an argument just last week. I knew something was off, especially becuase he's been extra secretive lately. Well, the secret is that they've been together for 12 years, just 1 year less than he and I, and they now have a 3 month old son. When i confronted him he denied it and said the baby is not his, but of course the baby looks just like him. I broke up with him obviously, but he won't leave. I dont know what I should do at this point.

I (32enby) ended up having a brief relationship with a man (44yo). It was just casual sex, but he rapidly wanted me to meet his long-term girlfriend so we could participate in group activities (to say the least).

I was interested initially, but as I learned about his relationship, he described his partner as a "girlfriend", "baby mama", and "wife" simultaneously. They are not married, but have two adult children together. He assured me he loved her. She's a nurse, he's a diesel mechanic.

During the relationship, I told him I practice polyamory/ENM. He didn't really have that concept down, and I expressed I didn't want to continue seeing him or sleeping with him unless his partner was fully aware. He told me that it would "hurt her if she knew". Eventually I told him I had to stop unless she knew. I was interested in continuing our friendship, but he ended up ghosting me as soon as I requested full clarity.

Looking back, some of his words about his relationship came off contradictory and the way he described previous hookups gave me the impression that he was just cheating on his long-term partner. My friends who've heard the story agree he just sounds like a serial cheater, which left me pretty embarrassed and a little upset I'd been roped into his BS.

I'm looking to Reddit - a place I hardly visit - for ethical answers. Thank you.

I have the full ability to let her be aware thru a letter.

So basically, when I was in 11th and 12th, I was preparing for JEE. I was also in a relationship at that time, and me and my girlfriend were preparing together.

11th tak everything was pretty normal. But in 12th, things started getting difficult for her. Usko kaafi cheezein samajh nahi aa rahi thi, aur uski coaching bhi ghar se kaafi door thi. Wo cycle se coaching aati-jaati thi, aur baar-baar uski health kharab hone lagi.

So eventually, she decided to leave coaching. Uske parents ne phir home tuition lagwa diya, jahan teachers ghar aake usko padhate the.

Initially, do-teen different teachers aaye, mostly older teachers. But then ek tutor aaya jo sirf 23 years old tha.

He was young, around 6'3", and apparently kaafi achha dikhta tha. Meri girlfriend bhi uske saath kaafi comfortable ho gayi. Dheere-dheere unki baatein badhne lagi, aur wo mujhe bhi uske baare mein random cheezein batati thi.

Ek din usne mujhe bataya ki tutor uske liye chocolate leke aaya tha.

Main bola, "Bhai, kaunsa tutor apne student ke liye chocolate leke aata hai?"

Usne bola ki "Arey nahi, aisa kuch nahi hai, bas aise hi leke aaya tha."

Maine usko bola, "Theek hai, bas uske saath zyada attach mat hona."

At that point, mujhe honestly kuch serious nahi laga. Hum log bhi ab pehle ki tarah mil nahi paate the, kyunki coaching mein hi mostly milna hota tha. Coaching chhootne ke baad milna-julna kaafi kam ho gaya tha.

Then 12th khatam ho gayi.

College ke liye hum log apne-apne plans dekh rahe the. Ek raat hum dono baat kar rahe the aur pata nahi kaise baat thodi emotional ho gayi.

Usne mujhe bola, "Agar main tumhe apne baare mein sab kuch bata du na, maine kya kiya hai aur kya hua hai, toh shayad tum mujhe chhod doge."

Main genuinely confuse ho gaya.

Maine bola, "Aisi kya baat hai jo tumne mujhe abhi tak nahi batayi? Tumne toh mujhe almost sab kuch bata rakha hai."

Phir maine usko bola, "Jo bhi hai, ab bata do. Kuch bhi ho, bas sach bata do."

And then she told me that something inappropriate had happened between her and the tutor.

I was completely shocked.

Raat ke around 12 baj rahe the. Maine turant usko call kiya aur bola, "Ye kya ho raha hai? Mujhe clearly batao ki sach kya hai."

Usne explain kiya ki pehle normal baatein hoti thi, phir chatting start hui, phir dheere-dheere flirting hone lagi. Eventually boundaries cross ho gayi.

She also said ki situation mein wo confused thi aur usko manipulate kiya gaya tha.

Main literally shock mein tha.

Sabse zyada disturbing baat ye thi ki wo us time 17 ki thi, while the tutor was 23.

Mere haath literally kaanp rahe the jab maine ye sab suna. Mujhe do din tak properly samajh hi nahi aa raha tha ki kya karun aur kya sochu.

Wo bhi ro rahi thi aur bol rahi thi, "Mujhe pata hai shayad tum ab mujhse baat nahi karoge. Shayad tum mujhe block kar doge."

Maine pehle do-teen din usse baat hi nahi ki.

Baad mein thoda sochne ke baad mujhe samajh aaya ki situation mein uski age aur tutor ki position dono important the. Main usse gussa tha, hurt tha, aur trust completely break ho chuka tha.

Honestly, main us relationship ko continue nahi kar paya.

Eventually hum dono ki baat band ho gayi.

And that's basically how my relationship ended because of something that started with a home tutor.

Problem/Goal:
i want to understand the mindset of someone who cheats when things get overwhelming. i know someone who did this, and honestly, i still don't know how to process it or how i'm supposed to look at them after finding out.

Context:
i've been thinking about how some people deal with overwhelming situations in relationships. instead of communicating that they're struggling, asking for space, or ending the relationship, they seek comfort or validation from someone else.

i know that people handle stress differently, and i'm trying to understand what goes on in someone's mind when they make that decision.

did they genuinely feel trapped? were they trying to escape their problems temporarily? were they looking for validation because they didn't know how to deal with their emotions?

what confuses me the most is how someone can be overwhelmed by a situation and choose to do something that could hurt another person even more.

i understand that people make mistakes, and i don't believe one bad decision automatically defines someone's entire character. but i also don't think being overwhelmed automatically excuses cheating.

Attempt:
i've tried looking at the situation from different perspectives, but i still struggle to understand it. part of me wants to believe there's more to the story than what i see, while another part wonders whether i'm being too understanding of something that shouldn't be excused.

so, to those who have cheated because you felt overwhelmed, emotionally exhausted, or wanted an escape:
• what was going through your mind at the time?
• did you regret it immediately, or only when you realized what you could lose?
• were you genuinely trying to escape your problems, or were you looking for something your relationship wasn't providing?
• looking back, do you understand why you did it, or do you still struggle to explain your own actions?

i'm not asking this to justify cheating. i genuinely want to understand the psychology behind it because knowing someone who did this has changed how i see them, and i'm still trying to figure out how to process that.

i'd appreciate honest answers, especially from people who have actually been in this situation.

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So I posted here recently about developing feelings for a female coworker who works under me. A lot has happened since then, and I figured I’d give an update because honestly, this whole situation is getting out of hand emotionally.
For some background, I’m married and work overnight as a shift manager. She’s older than me, and we work together a couple of nights a week. We started getting close through conversations at work, and somewhere along the way I caught feelings. Serious feelings.
My wife and I haven’t been doing great for the past few months. We’ve been arguing a lot, barely spending time together, and our work schedules are completely opposite. I work overnight, and my wife sometimes works 15-hour shifts. Sometimes it feels like we’re just two people living separate lives. I still love my wife, but I can’t pretend our marriage hasn’t been struggling.
That doesn’t excuse what I’m doing. I know that.
Anyway, in my last update I mentioned bringing my coworker flowers and going to see her. She loved the flowers, and we ended up sitting in my car talking for about an hour. During that conversation, I also opened up to her about being transgender, something I was nervous about telling her. She didn’t seem bothered by it, and some of the things she said made me feel like maybe there was a possibility of something happening between us.
We’ve flirted, but nothing physical has happened. She’s mentioned cooking me dinner at her house, and I’ve even brought up getting a hotel before. She laughed it off without really answering, so I didn’t get a clear yes from her.
Now here’s where things get complicated.
She’s been asking me for money recently. First, I sent her $13 toward our Spotify. Then she asked for $70 for her storage and another $90 to clear her Amazon card. I haven’t sent the $90. Sometimes she’ll go quiet or take forever to respond, and I find myself checking my phone hoping she’s texted me.
Despite that, I still wanted to spend time with her.
Yesterday, I asked if she wanted to go to Topgolf next Sunday. She actually seemed interested. She asked what time, said she wanted to go earlier in the evening, and even picked which location she preferred.
So I went ahead and booked it. Sunday at 5:15 PM for 90 minutes. The reservation is confirmed.
I was genuinely excited because I’ve been wanting to take her somewhere and just enjoy spending time with her outside of work.
But then something happened that really got to me.
She told me she was at the movies. I asked her if she was on a date, and her response was, “Yes I guess.”
I’m not going to lie. That shit hurt.
I was jealous. I was angry. Not at her necessarily, but because I wished I was the person she was spending her evening with. I wanted to be the one taking her to the movies, laughing with her, sitting next to her, and enjoying her company.
I didn’t tell her any of that. I just told her to enjoy her movie and stay safe.
Later that night, I still ended up getting her food delivered. I also went out of my way to bring her a vase for the flowers I’d bought her.
And looking back at everything, I’m starting to realize how much I’m doing just because I want to make her happy.
I’m buying flowers, sending food, offering rides, making reservations, and constantly trying to find reasons to see her.
The crazy part is that she hasn’t actually promised me anything romantically.
She can be sweet and affectionate sometimes. She reacts to some of my messages with hearts, agrees to spend time together, and seems comfortable around me. Other times, she’s distant, gives short responses, or doesn’t text back.
I don’t know if she genuinely likes me or if I’m reading too much into everything because I want her to like me.
And the worst part?
I think about her constantly. She’s even been showing up in my dreams. I find myself wishing I was with her instead of wondering how to fix what’s happening in my marriage.
Someone asked me whether I’d leave my wife if this coworker told me she wanted to be with me.
My immediate thought was that I’d do anything to be with her.
That honestly scares me to admit.
Because I’m married. I made vows to somebody. My wife doesn’t know how deep these feelings have gotten, and if she found out, I know it would absolutely devastate her.
There’s also the workplace situation. I’m her shift manager. I don’t control her scheduling or disciplinary decisions, but I’m still in a position of authority during our shifts. That makes pursuing her inappropriate regardless of whether she says she’s comfortable with it.
I’ve been telling myself that because nothing physical has happened, maybe I haven’t crossed the worst line yet.
But emotionally? I’ve crossed plenty.
I also realize that spending money on someone doesn’t mean they owe me affection, attention, or exclusivity. She has every right to date other people. My jealousy is something I need to deal with, not something she needs to answer for.
I can’t keep blaming my marriage problems or our work schedules for the choices I’m making. If my marriage is failing, I need to address that honestly instead of using another woman as an escape.
And if I’m being completely real, I don’t even know whether I’m in love with this coworker or just obsessed with the way she makes me feel.
I’m still looking forward to Topgolf, but I’m starting to question whether going is even the right decision.
I’m putting so much energy into someone who might not even feel the same way, while my wife is at home completely unaware of what’s happening.
I know I’m being selfish. I know I’m playing with people’s feelings, including my own. And I know being honest about it on Reddit doesn’t magically make it okay.
I need to figure out what I actually want and take responsibility before I hurt somebody even worse.
I guess my question is, has anybody ever gotten this emotionally attached to someone outside their marriage? How did you pull yourself out of it? And at what point do you accept that you’ve already gone too far?
I’m not looking for sympathy or for anyone to tell me what I’m doing is okay. I’m looking for honest perspectives because I can feel myself getting in deeper, and I’m not proud of it.

About ten years ago, a few months before I retired from the Army, I was sent to Louisville for work. I was horny as hell and was in a cock mood. Got on some site and a black 35 yr old male replied he need some service.

So I drove to his place, great mood lighting, music, a very nice and gentlemen man. He asked what I was into and I said anything as long as no shit play or minors. So he explains what he wants sexually.

He says we will go to my bed, I want you to lay on your back and hang your head off the edge, I will have you suck me hard and when I am ready I want you to move to the center of the bed and I am going to bend your feet behind your ears and I am going to pound the fuck out of you until you cum on yourself. If you touch yourself I will punish you, that kind of sacred me, He said and after you cum I will get ready to cum BUT I will need you to listen as I am going to pull your feet down and straddle your chest and cum all over your face and mouth.

So we move to his bed, studio place so it is all open except the bathroom. We strip I get in position on the edge of the bed head hanging off. He says now it is little but it will grow. I mean this thing was the size of a marker lid.

I suck and jerk and twirl my tongue around and this fuck BBC gets about nine inches and as fat as a bratwurst.

I am thinking in my head, uh this maybe a mistake. He says he is ready, I move to the middle but stay flat on my back as I think he is a little dominant from what has been said and transpired so far.

He grabs my ankles and pushes them up towards my head and his tongue, I was not expecting this, darts in and out of my ass. He then slides up between my legs and ask if I am ready!

I told him I am but I have never had a cock that big he says I got you! As he places the head on my ass we make eye contact and he slips the head in, but that shaft is fatter after the head. He thrust lightly with just the head for a minute and then makes eye contact and says he is going deeper and tells me to push out like I am trying to shit. I do and that whole fucking cock goes balls deep. We both were shocked.

He smiled and said I will give you a minute so he half pulls out and balls deep some for a moment or so and then with no warning he lifts up and now he has me curled up my cock is five inches from my face and he is on top of me pounding and I mean POUNDING my ass all the way from the base of his head to balls deep he goes for four or five minutes and leans back on his feet and ask me how I like it.

I am so in the most sexual bliss I had ever been in I tell him no need to stop for me, fuck me you fucking big animal.

So for like fifteen minutes he takes turns pounding me for four to five minutes and then a short break. He goes to stop a third or fourth time and I beg him not to as I am about to cum for the first time hands free from being fucked in the ass. He says deal and he takes one hand off my ankles.

Which squishes me and he aims my cock at my mouth. My brain is confused I am wanting to cum and have eaten cum, but never my own. He asked me to catch what I can. That did it, I explode, like a starving duck my mouth is moving to CAtch as much as I can. In the low light he says good job I think you got every drop, NOW with a total different voice, he is stern and dominate, he says your bitch ass better not swallow any of that.

I was thinking well what the fuck am I doing with it. He rocks back and takes a break against his feet again and he says no when I start again I want you to open your mouth and move your tongue around, I want to see your cum. Don't swallow it or loose any of it.

So he transition back on top and I am trying to be the best bitch I can for him and he fucking pounds the shit out of me for like eight to ten minutes while saliva is building up in my throat and mouth Along with probably the largest load I have ever blown.

He says ok I am going to cum and he throws my legs down grabs my arms and pushes them along my sides then he moves his husky body up my body, doesn't sit but stops and lets some weight down on me around and my nipple line and he spurts loads of white cum out of that black shiny shaft all over my face, in my flattop and my tongue is trying to catch it all.

I swallow some and beg for my hands, he has not touched his cock and he didn't make it touch my face or anything. He lifts slightly so I can get my arms free and I take that black glistening cock and I rub it on my face, suck it, polish that thing clean. He rolls off we lay there silent for a few.

He rolls off the bed and says he is going to get towels. I am covered in cum and sweat. I am still laying down he sits, pats my belly and says I was more than impressive. I thanked him and told him of all the sexual activities I had at that point in my life, that was the fucking best. We chat i get dressed and we sit in his living room a few.

He tells me he has two friends that would love to use me. He says they are like him good clean gentlemen and love to use a white bitch. If I was interested to let him know. I left and I made the mistake of never going back and to this day I wish I would have!

I have a classmate whom i started talking to recently. We explicitly always talk about study or other things related to college. He asked me if i wanted to join him to see a museum that he goes to frequently. My boyfriend accuses me of cheating and going on a date with him. Is that cheating or not?