The Stories You Cannot Tell

While with my husband, I met a guy he worked with in a store parking lot. While talking to my husband on the phone while he was at work, this guy would occasionally yell out a cute little comment in the background (He later admitted that he KNEW he’d get my attention with that). One time–I sent him a flirty text just to be cute. He was married, and I really didn’t know anything about him–I didn’t think he’d be interested, but after seeing me–he was. I’m in my 30’s & he’s in his 40’s. We chatted for 2 months, then met at a hotel. I had so many scenarios of how this night would go, but it went perfect. This was supposed to be a one-time thing, but we’ve been together at least 40-50 times over the past 2+ yrs. We’ve mostly met in hotels, but have even had sex at his house in his bed. We’ve taken “drives” to be together too. I am SO into this guy, and he is SO into me. I will do whatever he wants. He loves anal stuff, but his wife doesn’t, so he’s in heaven with me—he loves to lick my ass, stick his tongue up it & loves to fuck it. I love him doing it because he’s SUCH a turn-on to me. He likes when I lick his ass too. He loves the way I give him blowjobs, and the way I let him rub his wet cock all over my face while I look up at him. He loves to go down on me–loves the smell and taste of my pussy. He loves how I “take initiative”, yet am also submissive with him. This guy can stay hard for a LONG LONG time. We go at it for 2 to 3 hours at a time–we are ALL over that bed in every single position we can think of. I am so attracted to this man for his looks and his ways. Not only am I confessing the affair, but I’m confessing how in love I have been with him for 2 years. We are both in love with each other, but both have families..and he moved far away. Didn’t stop him from hooking up with me twice when he came into town a month ago. He called me yesterday–he said he wanted to us to change our lives and do what’s right. By the end of the conversation, he told me he was “weak”, and he was laying on his bed with his pants off stroking his cock–he asked me to have phone sex with him..and I did. He wanted proof that I was touching myself, so I put the vibrator up to the phone so he could hear it before using it on myself. He was so turned on hearing the sounds I was making, and he too has SUCH a hot, sexy voice. Not only did we have “fun”, but he told me he was “making love” to me. We both said “I love you” to each other while we were doing that too…because we do love each other. But..I know we will never be together, and I know it’s time I tried to change my ways….

Ashley Madison was something that I had never even heard about until I decided one day to search for affair tips on the internet. I’m six years in to an abusive marriage and wanted a little joy out of life. I signed up, found a few people to my liking and my affair began.

A few months after I started cheating, my husband found out. Although there is a few sites that will even give you cheating tips so you dont get caught, I was convinced I wouldn’t get caught. Maybe I wanted to get caught?

Anyway. The bad news is that I got caught. The good news is that my asshole violent husband left me because I was cheating. I never realized that one way to end our marriage was to cheat but did it ever work! I had tried everything I could to leave but due to things I can’t talk about(like he had some SERIOUS blackmail material that I couldn’t have put in public domain), I couldn’t leave.

I’ve never been a fan of cheaters but I gotta tell you, it was worth it to me!

I have been reading this site for a while now and i finally have to get something off my chest…

I joined Facebook a few months ago, in order to chat with some buddies of mine who had moved out of province. I enjoyed reconnecting with all the people from highschool and hearing what everyone was up to in their lives. Then an old girlfriend from back in the day contacted me and asked me to add her as a friend. I immediately did so, since I had never really gotten over her, and I was interested in what she was like now.

We started to chat innocently enough. A few weeks later we started to flirt with one another… she commented on a short video that I had posted of me and my friends, and said how sexy I looked. Now even though I was married, I was enthralled by her attention and the compliments. This might sound cliche, but after being married for 7 years, I didn’t feel sexy or attractive to women anymore. We continued to flirt with each other and it got to the point where she was telling me she was interested in me sexually. Her husband had some sexual issues and they were not intimate very often. Then she said we should talk on the phone “soon”. I was excited at the prospect of hearing her voice again, so I started to talk to her on the phone. We were getting along so well, I was ignoring my better judgment. I changed my cell phone bill to be transmitted online so as to not send a paper trail to my house, since she lived across the country and the long distance charges would be an instant giveaway to my wife.

Then she told me she was coming back to town for a week to see her family and inquired if I would be around. I was so hot for her, I told her that I would make all the arrangements and I started to sock cash away for a hotel and dinner out and everything. I was feeling more alive and sexy than I had in years. The danger was there but I thought that there was no way to get caught, and we both agreed that this was not something that would break up our marriages… we just wanted to steal a bit of time to be together.

Finally the day came when she arrived… I met her at the airport and we went to the hotel. We talked and went out for some drinks, and she was so beautiful and kissed so well, I was beside myself. My wife does not kiss very well, and neither does her husband. We had talked about how the kissing was something that would be almost more enjoyable than the sex. Finally we slept together that afternoon and it was amazing. I can’t state enough how gorgeous and sexy she is.

I found myself falling in love with her and she seemed to feeling the same way about me. This was not something either of us had planned on… and I knew this really couldn’t go anywhere since we both had children and we lived on opposite ends of the country. But there it was, I had reconnected with a beautful woman and we were in love, against all the odds.

Then during the week that She was in town, my wife inquired as to why I had not received a cell phone bill in a couple months. I could not tell her the full truth, so I simply told her that I had been chatting on the phone with someone and that that was as far as it had gone. My wife was understandably hurt and yet she wanted to work things out.

Now, I have smoothed things over with my wife, but I am totally in love with this other woman… and at the end of the week, after seeing one another a couple more times, She had to go home to her family. I am devastated, and I feel empty inside. I love my wife, and my little child, but I know I could have been so happy with this other woman, if only things had been different. This might be a common enough story, but to me, it feels like a horrible romantic tragedy. I have cried on the way to work for days now, wondering if the sun will ever feel as warm to me as it did while She was here… I feel things so sharply and I can’t put Her out of my mind. I will never forget Her or the short time we spent together, and I feel like even though people who read my story will think I am a cheating bastard, I am torn in two by this. How do you let someone go who makes you SO bloody happy? I feel like I will never get over this…

I never set out to hurt anyone, and I accept the consequences… and I am going to hurt for a long time regarding my love for this woman, and the inability for this situation to go anywhere.

I hope some of you out there can understand how I am feeling… love is never simple or easy and I am dying inside with Her gone.

Three of us wives, lonely at home with our children and PTA and white-collar husbands and our little Wisteria Lane meets Agrestic living. We all share a few commons bonds. We all smoke weed, we all live within a ten-minute drive from each other and we use each other for alibis so we can carrying on our cheating ways.

I guess I kind of stated it when I began surfing the net for affair tips due to my lack of affection and general boredom at home in my marriage. After stocking up on all the information I could, I started having affairs. After confiding in one of my close friends, I found out that she was doing it too, but had kept it from me for months! After laughing at the irony, she told me that one of our other common friends was also cheating on their husbands!

Oh the hilarity that ensured the three of us got together the first time for drinks. I introduced them to the joys of Aarons Affair Stories and Ashley Madison Agency. Sarah shared funny stories about the winners and losers she had met from craigslist. Tracy told us all about her secret tips and tricks for not spending a cent on Lavalife until necessary. There we were, the three of us, swapping information on how to continue cheating on our husbands and not getting caught, instead of swapping recipe’s like we should be! We’d share during soccer games, social functions and we started getting together every Sunday night. Not did we make this a ritual, but we made it so that it was also an alibi for which ever one of us had a date on Sunday. Sometimes all three of us would be out on dates, yet all together for “girls night out”.

We all know it’s wrong, we all know it isn’t right but we keep on doing. We might even be addicted.

He’s much older. He’s been married for over 20 years. He’s overweight. He’s balding. He has a weird sniffing pantyhose fetish that his wife doesn’t know about. He’s rich and powerful. He’s in the papers. He’s not my type. He’s got very bad breath. He has an unhealthy addiction to tweezers. He’s got small feet but hung like one of the many stallions he owns. He’s healthy. He uses Viagra and I don’t mind. He is a gentle lover but sometimes after a few brandy’s he gets a little rough and calls me names. He’s caring. He’s unhappy. He’s thinking of buying me a place a few miles away so he can see me more. “To keep my beautiful smiling face closer” he says to me. He’s talked about putting together a secret slush fund of sorts for me. He’s a good father. He owns companies. He gives to charity on a regular basis. He’s in love with me.

I’m younger than him. I’m recently separated. I’m overweight.I have short hair. I like greek food and sex. I’m not rich and not powerful. I have rolling papers. I don’t have a type. My breath is fine it is my feet that stink. I have a unhealthy addiction to lavalife. I’ve got small feet and medium-sized boobs. I am HIV positive and haven’t yet told him. I use Zoloft and I don’t mind. I’m a dead lay and after a few drinks I pass out. I’m uncaring. I’m thinking about getting someone to burn down my home so my husband cant’ fight me for it. I have no money in the bank. I am a terrible wife. I own nothing of value. I am in love with no one.

I am starting to look sick and I can’t tell him. Part of me hopes I die soon do I don’t have to deal with the whole drama of telling him. He’s older and probably won’t even get infected. My family doesn’t know. I may end up killing myself. Next week is the anniversary of my father’s suicide so hey, might as well. Who said suicide wasn’t hereditary? I don’t know what to do so I turn here. Not sure why. I’ve read the comments some people leave and some are nasty. I might deserve some nasty. I might even need to hear some. Hell. I have a death sentance. It doesn’t get any nastier that that.