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Reactivated Cheater

It didn’t take long.  The woman I fucked from my previous “Deactivated Cheater” post created a new account and reached out last week.  She shared that she felt guilty immediately after we fucked and it was worse when she tried to turn it all off by deactivating, but she started to feel the itch and horny again.  She read my blog post about her and it turned her on instead of scaring her.  

We chatted for a bit and I told her to come over.  She was hesitant and said if she did, she didn’t want anything to happen.  I told her that I wanted her to come over exactly because something will happen.  She said we should just flirt and talk dirty on here.  I told her that we already had each other and words just won’t scratch that itch.  After a bit of back and forth of talking dirty on here, she agreed to come over.  She came over after she left work early after lunch and when she arrived, we didn’t say a word to each other for 15 minutes.  We jumped right into kissing and caressing each other.  The first things she said were a husky whisper of, “I need you in me.”  It didn’t take much encouraging as I peeled off her skin-tight jeans and ripped her panties off, to her surprise.

I could feel how wet she was with the tip of my cock, as I ran it between her pussy lips.  Her mouth opened with a silent scream as I slid into her slowly, deeper with each thrust.  I put my finger in her mouth so she could suck on it while I penetrated her.  She asked if I was going to cum in her again and I said yes.  She said another thing that scared her was that she had sex with her husband in the evening of the day that I fucked her and came in her.  She said she knew her husband was likely tasting my cum and feeling it as he fucked her.  It scared her at first, but later on she said it turned her on.  She wrapped her legs around me and said, “Good,” after I said i was going to cum in her.

Again, as we fucked, she became increasingly vulgar, which I loved.

It was a great session, for sure.  I haven’t heard back from her yet, but that’s cool.  I’m sure I will.

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!

Quick Update

I’ve been super busy with travel.  I think the last update I had was during back to school season with some moms that I was fucking as their kids went back to school.  The long and short of that is that there are still a few of them that I fuck while I’m not traveling (which is a bit rare).  It makes it more exciting when I can connect.

Football season has been amazing this year.  I haven’t really caught games in person or on TV much, but it usually has given me an opportunity to have wives come over that have husbands that get away to games or hang out with their friends.  There are about three women that I’ve regularly fucked during this time.  They don’t know each other, but they know about each other.  Honesty is the best policy!  

As for travel, I’ve had a few one night stands.  There is a coworker that I work with on the road and we fuck when we run the same deals.  If I’m not fucking her, I’m looking for women on the road, which I’ve found.  I’m actually going back to Boston soon and plan on hooking up with my New Hampshire, married friend if she can come in town with me.

I played with a couple and fucked a new woman from Tumblr.  I’ve been busy.  I’ll try to get more updates as I can.

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

Tight bodies are great, but I honestly prefer a woman with some hips, thighs, and ass that are ready to put in some work. I work hard for my abs, but I like some softness on a woman's stomach. I associate abs with more of a masculine feature and find it kind of gross when women have muscle definition on their stomachs. Maybe that's why I love fucking moms so much.

Sir, I really enjoy your blog and anything you do here. I have a question about size. Did any cheating wife have a husband with a huge cock? Or do they crave you after they tasted that bigger real one? I know it’s more than just size but I wonder if it is not an important reason at the end.

Honestly, a lot of the women that have cheated with me enjoy the passionate outlet.  Size is a factor for those that care about it.  If it gives them additional pleasure because I’m bigger, then sure.  Sometimes it may just be the idea that they are fucking a bigger cock and it being hot in the mind more than the body.  I can’t answer for them all.  To directly answer your question, I have fucked women that have husbands with big cocks as well.  I think there is a level of excitement about a bigger cock and it certainly helps, but the sexy, passionate fire goes a long way.

I’m sure that “big cock addition” is part of it, but that oftentimes is a compliment to the bigger erotic stimuli being the taboo (cheating, only fucking people of a certain/different race, etc.). To some it may mean more than others.

I know it is kind of a non-answer for you, but I want to be as honest as possible.  We can’t put everyone in buckets and assume that we know what makes each person tick.

Still here

I’m still on Tumblr.  I plan to continue to blog my experiences here.  I don’t share personal pictures directly on my blog, so it really hasn’t had that much of an impact to me.  I’m disappointed that it has disrupted the rest of the social ecosystem as much.

If you’re still here too, I’m glad you’re still following.  Don’t be a stranger and reach out to talk.

The Holiday season has been super busy, but I’ll find time to blog.  Don’t worry!

Or he is passed out upstairs, drunk from the party you threw and we're fucking in the basement.

Sex with an ex

I had a booty call with an ex this weekend. It was planned. She was out with the girls and her husband was gone for the weekend. She came over and was dressed like a slut. She stayed the night on Saturday and we continued the fun into Sunday.

She was on the phone with her husband, on Sunday morning, and I slid up behind her and into her. It was great.

Offering massages has gotten me laid many times on the road. It is an innocent offer to open up a door to go somewhere private and touch someone.