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Sex addiction

Someone I’ve been fucking lately started probing and asking me questions about myself.  Things like, why I do what I do.  The topic of sex addiction and maybe understanding where my promiscuous and taboo-seeking nature comes from.

I haven’t seen anyone professionally about this, but I will say (and many of you can deduce) that I’m addicted to sex.  I always seek it.  There is a form of validation that I receive when I fuck new women, sure.  It comes in the form of a thrill that I’ve attracted someone to the point that they will fuck.  The taboo is interlaced with it in that I validate my own sexuality when someone will cheat on their husband with me.  I see attractive women with wedding rings and I get hard.  I feel compelled to talk to and flirt with them.  I’m an attractive male with a big cock that makes a lot of money in my sales job.  It makes it relatively easy when you couple that with my confidence.  I feel that validation when I see a woman’s eyes and absorb her responses to flirting.  I feel it when she feels my hard body against hers and she appreciates how I look and feel.  I feel it when she sees the size of my cock.

That winning feeling of beating her husband because he isn’t giving her what she needs and (in the majority of situations) he simply cannot give her with an inferior cock.

I work out because I love it.  The endorphins I get and the high of working out is an addiction as well.  It’s the thrill and the feeling that just pumps through your veins.  It makes it easy when one addiction helps the success of another.  Thankfully I don’t have an addiction to any hard core drugs, although I’ve met a fair number of women who love to couple drugs, like cocaine, with their cheating habits.

There have been times that I tried to pull away from this lifestyle, but the addiction is too strong.  I have no anchor, as only a few close friends know about my vice and those that do are fucking me.  This isn’t something that I can easily and readily share with close friends, due to the immense level of social judgment that comes with the territory.  I travel often for work, so I’m oftentimes in random cities by myself and unless I lock myself in my hotel room, I am like a kid in a candy store, hopping from location to location, looking for interesting women to meet.

I’m not looking for sympathy, I just have this blog to vent my stories and experiences.  It’s good for me to tell my stories and be able to have a level of anonymity that comes with it.  I plan on sticking with this lifestyle for as long as I can.  I have zero desire to get married and make enough money to be that old rich guy on a boat, inviting women to come travel with me.

Thoughtful day.  Don’t try to stop me.  Come play with me!

So hot. I’d love to get a woman to wear it for me before she wears it on her wedding day. That’s still a goal and something I haven’t done yet.

She wore her bridal lingerie for another man..

Friend’s new woman

Try to follow along.

A friend is now dating a woman that is friends with a wife that I used to fuck.  Back then, years ago, the wife I fucked introduced me to the new g/f and she was married at the time.  I fucked her on and off over the course of a year or so and then I hadn’t heard from her since.

Now at a friendly gathering, years later, I run into her dating a friend of mine.  We played it off like we never met before and I messaged her later on asking how she was and she was mortified that I was going to do something stupid to expose her.  I didn’t.  100% discretion.

Conference cheaters part 2

It was a blast this week.  The women my coworker and I met with enjoyed two more nights of drug-fueled sex.  They had some ecstasy and rolled while we fucked.  The woman with the b/f wasn’t so reserved this time.  She had a freshly shaved pussy for me and let me know within 5 minutes of seeing her that evening.  She grabbed my hand and slid it up her tight bandage dress.  She teased me all night until we went back to hang out with them in the room.  She kept whispering things into my ear like, “Are you going to make me your little slut tonight?” and, “You better fuck me better than you did the other night.”

I asked about her b/f and she said that it wasn’t her first time cheating, she just didn’t want to be judged when we first met and it was her first time when she was around her coworker.  She’s been with this guy since college and she stays with him because he has money, but she was a late-bloomer to beauty and after losing some weight and wearing nicer clothes, she has attracted men she ended up fucking.  Her b/f even paid for her fake tits.  It was really after that and the attention she got that she started cheating.  We shared stories while we fucked and it was super hot.

Separated; a COVID affair

Last year, I met a woman who (to this day) is going through a divorce. We met on a dating app, since she was feeling bored and lonely with time on her hands. My profile leaves no questions as to what I'm all about, so it does a good job weeding out unnecessary matches and interests. It's funny the way women will reach out to me. They fall into three buckets.

1 - They are blunt about their interests and the heavy-handed flirting kicks off right away.

2 - They match and talk to me like I'm any other guy, perhaps conveniently ignoring the darker parts of who I am that I'm pretty upfront about.

3 - They are shy and awkward, trying to find a way to be 1, above, but lacking the resolve or sexual confidence.

My new friend is a 3. Typically 3s are boring as hell because they cannot be honest with themselves. There is this song and dance they expect you to go along with to make them comfortable and oftentimes there is not a payoff because they don't know what to do with the comfort once they have it. I'm all about cultivating that connection and comfort, but I stop putting energy into conversations if I do not get any back.

My 3-Friend broke through that barrier quickly and jumped into being a 1. It was like unleashing a beast that wanted to be let out inside her. Very pretty girl-next-door that got married young to some pathetic dude that did not appreciate what he had. She's still pretty young and without kids, but she ended up getting a boob job since I guess her tits were pretty small before. It brought a spark to the bedroom, but that eventually waned. But where her husband attention dropped off, she was realizing she was getting attention from other guys.

In 2019 she worked a booth at a conference for work. The first night she hit it off with some guy at the hotel bar, let her guard down, and ended up fucking him back in his room. The first night was a shock to her as she said she felt an immense amount of shame walking back to her room. She thought it was a one-time and one-off thing and struggled with both feeling incredibly guilty and excited. She worked the booth the next day and a different guy was really chatty and flirty with her. He asked her to grab dinner and she went. They ended up in a lounge later that night, making out and fucking in his room. The next day was uneventful, but the fourth night she was relaxing by another bar since her work duties were done. She intentionally ditched her team to just see what kind of flirting was out there without prying eyes. She met a few guys, but she had chemistry with another and fucked him back in his room.

The experience changed her and she realized she needed to live a different life than the one she seemed unhappily stuck in. To this day, she still hasn't admitted much of that to her friends and she only fucked one more local guy before separating in the middle of the pandemic. After breaking down her walls, she very quickly moved to opening up about her experience with me the same night I started talking with her. I first matched with her and it took a few days for us to chat in real-time, but once the spark was there, there was no denying it. She was only a week and a half into not living with her man anymore and she was thrilled to meet someone she could confide in and not judge her. She knows all her friends would judge her or guys would feel threatened by her sluttiness, even if just a few moments in her life.

I let another week go by to make sure she wasn't the psycho type that wanted to quickly and desperately meet and she appreciated the space and time. We sexted regularly and decided to meet for coffee. We clicked quickly and I followed her back to her place. She gave me the tour and it was clear that she wanted to linger in the bedroom. She went to the bathroom and came back out with her rings back on and said that she knew I liked that kink. I just put my hand behind her head and grabbed her hair as I pulled her closer to kiss her. She pretended to resist and played along, telling me she shouldn't be a bad wife. I found her matching bra and panties with freshly shaved pussy, so she came prepared. I ate her pussy slowly and warmed her up for a while. I was hard when I stood above her and she laid down on the bed, legs spread. She saw how big my cock was and tried to hide her reaction. I ran the length of my cock through her pussy lips. She took a bead of my pre-cum and put it in her mouth. I teased her some more, mostly until she couldn't take it and she began to talk dirtier in her lust. I was breathing heavy and she started to kick me with her heels, trying to get her hips closer to me.

I pressed the head of my cock into her pussy and felt the stretch and heard her moan. She was dripping, but so tight on me. I wanted more and I roughly thrust deeper into her. Her intake of breath was sharp between her teeth each time. I fucked her and edged across positions to prevent myself from cumming and felt her waves of an orgasm take over her before my own. She could tell I was edging and told me she wanted me to cum in her. She assured me she was on the pill. I kept the edge going for a while longer, but eventually thrust deep into her while she was bent over, pulling her hair roughly as I came in her. I stayed hard and slowly thrust in her over the course of a few minutes to recover and I began fucking her again.

I ended up spending the night there and we have kept up the affair to this day. I've been a crutch for her to help her get through the divorce. It's great that she doesn't expect anything more from me other than the intermittent companionship and sexual favors.

At the point of no return.  Be careful playing just-the-tip.  It’s hard to stop and put on a condom.

Vegas and stuff

Last week I went on a Vegas trip with some friends.  I was the only single guy in the group of guys and I made sure that I had my own room for privacy, should I meet lady friends.  

The fun news was that my friend’s wife, who I fuck and had a baby earlier this year, came with and it was their first trip away from the baby.  We found time for her to disappear into my room to fuck.  It was our first time fucking since she had the baby and she looked and felt amazing.  She was so incredibly into it and it was a shame that we just didn’t have more time.  I did fuck her bareback and while she doesn’t have any protection, she is still breastfeeding and I guess she hasn’t gotten her period back yet.  It was hot watching her back at the pool, kissing her husband with a pussy full of my cum.  Later she told me that they fucked before getting ready for dinner and he had my sloppy seconds.

I actually stayed two extra nights (which is stupid/insane in Vegas) so I could have some time alone to find friends.  I found three women that were at the pool and the “shy, but want to party” type.  All three were married, early 30s; only one had kids.  They were just hanging out and sort of quiet, but they got chatty once I started talking to them.  We had a great time at the pool and I got one of their numbers as I wanted to try to get them to hang out again.  They were busy that night (and so was I with my friends), but the one I got the number from texted me in a progressively flirty and sexy way that night.  I got her to agree to come to my room under the guise of going to the pool early in the morning.  She showed up in a bikini and we immediately started kissing.  The foreplay went on for the better part of an hour and I fucked her for the same.  We cleaned up and I told her I would meet her at the pool with her friends later.  I tried to work an angle with her friends, but it wasn’t so.  The second day I met up with the new friend and fucked her, and I think the other women got a little suspicious.  I tried to keep it casual and interact with them intermittently during the day so it would not make things weird or awkward.  They did all invite me out to hang during each of my remaining nights.  I just couldn’t find a way to break through to the other two other than just being friendly.  I think it set off enough red flags for the friends that I was in Vegas by myself at that point. They seemed to understand that my friends left, that I was the only single one, and welcomed the company.  The one I fucked didn’t ask questions, since she knew what I was looking for.  When we were out, she took every opportunity to get handsy with me when her friends weren’t looking or weren’t around.

Broken Trophy Wife

I've been fucking a local trophy wife for a little over a year now. I met her online and we had the same chemistry that we had online, but we just had to be discreet, meeting far from where she lived or coming to my place. Things started to progress in a strange way because she started to confide in me in ways that started to get deeper and more personal; things she should be sharing with a therapist. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy deep conversations, but the subject matter made me think she needed some professional help.

She is in her late 20s, no kids, and her husband is in his late 40s and has kids from a previous marriage. By all other accounts, from outsiders, everyone would assume they have the perfect life. He is very successful and she does not work, but she is VERY bored and she feels very useless other than being her husband's arm candy and someone for him to fuck. She has a lot of regrets about never going to college and pursing her own career, to which I strongly urged her to go back since money and time are not an issue for her. When I encouraged her, she was so excited to have someone that was supportive. Her husband has not been supportive and I think that is by design to keep a sense of power, leverage, and reliance on him. She said that when they dated and married, everyone knew the game and she has been accused of being a gold digger, which has made her want to prove herself even more. I've given her a lot of advice on how to approach the subject or how to even just go ahead and pursue what she wants without his permission.

Unfortunately, while she has really connected with me physically and with my support, she was upset that I stopped fucking her. This added to her sense of inadequacy, asking about what she did wrong, but I felt very uncomfortable being a potential lifeboat for her. I do very well for myself and the last thing I need is someone that unilaterally decides that they don't want to be in their situation to be with me. It has happened before and it ended terribly; I hated everything about it. Pushing her physically away has encouraged her to try harder despite me being 100% clear about my expectations and enjoying being a friend more than a lover. I encouraged her to find a professional to speak to, to help her navigate this. Her friends have not been supportive because she feels that they resent her lifestyle as a gold digger and don't think she will ever apply herself. To be honest, I think she would do well in college and with her drive. Sometimes people need that second birth to feel that fire lit under their ass instead of just pursuing higher education because it is expected of them.

Anyway, not the sexiest of updates. It has been hard not fucking her because the sex is great, we click, and she is gorgeous. I just do not need her catching feelings.

Cheating wife on the 4th

My friend had to work on the 4th, which sucked for him, but it allowed me to get together with his wife.  He doesn’t know, but she came over shortly after he left and brought a shaved pussy and matching bra, panty, and stocking set with heels.  She wouldn’t let me touch her until she got dressed for me.  My friend hadn’t fucked her since the last time we were together, which wasn’t too long ago, but it is a waste of a beautiful woman with long black hair, flat stomach, petite little butt (although I prefer them bigger), and fake tits.

We kissed and our lips were devouring one another and I grinded on her until I couldn’t take it anymore.  I took her bareback with my hand pulling her hair and we fucked for 2 hours before we had to peel ourselves off of one another. 

She showered at my place and we went to a 4th of July party at a mutual friend’s place.  Her husband showed up after dark and he has no clue.

I’m sure you get this question a lot but how did you first start hooking up with and aiming for married or taken women?

I was in college and met a married woman in a bar.  She had a kid that was enrolled at the same school and she stopped in for a drink.  She wasn’t an alcoholic, but she was kind of bummed that her husband didn’t make the trip out there to drop their kid off as well.  He was traveling and didn’t change his plans for a milestone visit.  We flirted and hit it off.  I fucked her that night and since she wasn’t very far away, she made extra efforts to come visit her kid by herself and then come visit me to fuck.  She was in her 40s and it went on for some time.

After that, I actually went out of my way to meet older women, who happened to be married.  I always had some flirting with me, but I was too young and stupid to realize it.  So it became a goal.  I wanted to fuck as many married women as I could, which was kind of a stupid goal, but one appropriate for a young college kid.  It was actually easier than I expected and I’m a fun person by nature (not a disrespectful or abusive piece of shit, so most women kept me in their back pocket to fuck again if they needed. 

After college I got into my field, which required a lot of travel.  Naturally, as a horny 20-something I just made it another goal to find and fuck women on the road, which I realized that married women were easier than single women.

It became a vice.  Now I’m in my mid-30s and I’ve fucked and cum in a lot of married/taken women, which has become my fetish of sorts.  I’ve had some open relationships, but that’s the extent of it.  I’m pretty damaged when it comes to relationships.