I recently got married for the second time, and I have literally never been faithful to him.

My first marriage was messy. I ended up moving in with a friend and her new boyfriend to help with expenses for us all. The boyfriend, Chris, is an absolute a hole. Yes, he is tattooed, muscular, well built all that but he is a total prick. Borderline abusive, physically and emotionally.

He of course came on to me too, many times. Groped me a few times. Eventually, my friend decided to break up with him. She was upset, crying, but had to she felt. She went to stay with her parents for the time being. The problem was, I had nowhere else to go.

I met my now husband Connor, and it was instant attraction and chemistry. He has a warm smile, strong arms, and is so loving and passionate, yet calm and cool. He is an amazing man, and I do not deserve him.

Our first date went amazing. We we had wine, we ate, we laughed. As he was dropping me off at the apartment, we had a goodnight kiss in the car that was electric. He is an amazing kisser. I was turned on, it had been awhile. The kiss turned in to more kissing, making out, touching and rubbing and I wanted him. I invited him in. He considered it, but declined. He said he very much wanted to but he is interested in something more with me, and didn't want to ruin it by having sex with me before we get there. It was sweet. I loved that.

But...I was still very worked up, and a little buzzed from the alcohol. So, I come in the apartment to Chris sitting on the couch, watching porn with his dick out. This wasnt the first he had done that, but it was the first I went over and watched with him.

He asked about the date, asked if I fucked him. I said no, I'm not a slut. He laughed and said yeah, but here you are watching me stroke my cock. I turned to him to say no I was not but then I looked at it, and him stroking it and then I was watching him. And I kept watching him. And I was getting very wet.

He told me to come sit by him. I said no, thanks I'm good where I am. He said I didn't ask, slut, get your ass over here. For some reason, I did. I sat next to him as he stroked his cock slowly. He said looks good doesnt it. I didnt answer, just watched. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down on it. I didn't resist. I let him shove it in my mouth, and I sucked on it like automatic.

I let him face fuck me there on the couch. After a few minutes he pulled my hair again and threw me back on the couch. He nearly ripped my dress off and put a hand around my throat as he entered me. He commented how wet I was. How he always knew I would be a slut.

He fucked me hard, his hand around my throat most of the time. Telling me how worthless I was. What a whore I was. How I should be thankful he even bothers to use my pussy to take his cum. I don't know why being talked to that way made me cum.

After he finished with me, I went to my room and cried. I felt awful. For some reason, he has this hold on me. Every time he calls me names, grabs my hair or throat its like my brain shuts off and I just...let him have me. From then on, he was fucking me regularly.

It was a month before the first time Connor and I had sex. But I had been fucking Chris regularly. Several months later, Connor and I got engaged. Chris took me as soon as I told him. He came on the engagement ring and made me lick it off. I moved in with Connor. Chris volunteered to help me move my things. Ended up talking Connor to go get some food to celebrate the new apartment, and when he was gone Chris took me first in the new bed Connor had bought. Chris fucked me the night of my bachelorette party and...he fucked me on my wedding day when I went to change out of my wedding gown to a more comfortable dress late in to the evening.

I absolutely hate Chris. I despise him. But, I still let him fuck me whenever he wants. He just has to call me names, grab me, whatever, I can't say no.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous

You are just a dirty, submissive whore. Thats all. I bet anyone did those things to you and you'd be spreading for them.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous

Hey don't beat yourself up. I have experience of this and it's like and addiction. I am close with another lady who has the similar challenges, perhaps I can put you two in touch. If you want to chat about it, no funny business I'll give you my email address

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Anonymous

by Anonymous

Geez get some fucking self respect. Do you think so little of yourself and your husband that you let this piece of shit abuse you?

End it before you lose your one chance of being with a good man.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous

If you enjoy that type of play do it with your husband. This other sack of shit is not the only person that can do those things with you. You should be giving your husband all your sex and desires not some worthless piece of trash.

This dumbass has no control over you. You have the control and you are allowing this to happen. I assume you are living with your husband in your own house but you are still going back to this asshole? Wake up honey, pull your head out.


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Anonymous

by Anonymous

Females can't resist the “dark triad.” No “roll play” will ever match against the man who truly possesses these traits.

Change my mind.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous

Dark triad lol. Either be faithful to your husband or leave him for this asshole that you supposedly hate. So you get an occasional fuck out of the deal. Just talk to your husband and do it with him. You are making this too difficult on yourself.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous

which country do you live in?

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Anonymous

by Anonymous

yuu are a hyppocrate. when asked if you had sex on the date you replied that no you were not a slut, even though you would have had sex, and only your husband wanted you to wait. so you were a slut actually just trying to look better than you were by lying.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous

I went through basically the same thing. My first real boyfriend was very abusive. Among other things, he loved to strip me off in front of people and 'lend' me to his friends to screw. I'd leave him and move back in with my parents he'd get me to come back and live with him again. I met my husband while I was staying with my parents during one of our brief breakups. He didn't know about my BF at all. He was a gentleman and very wholesome. He didn't even try to kiss me on our first date. He said he was raised to try to wait on kissing until the third date. So I was slowly dating my husband but still living and sleeping with my BF. When he proposed I said yes and moved out of my BF's place and back to my parents for good. I told him we were through for good.

My parents still didn't know I was dating my husband, let alone engaged so they were still trying to get me to go back to my ex-bf. I tried to stop that by getting them to meet my fiancé as soon as I could. I had to lie to my fiancé to make sure he wouldn't blab that we were engaged yet. Well, the meeting wasn't as good as I wanted because my parents didn't stop trying to get me to go back to my ex. I didn't know how bad they didn't want me to get married to my husband until we announced our engagement. It was ugly and got much uglier. Its a long story but basically they inadvertently helped my ex get away with r****g me to win me back. It didn't work. It did stop us from consummating our marriage before our wedding night. I didn't want my fiancé to know I had been beat up, and roughly r**ed so I stopped letting him get too near with the excuse of saving us for our wedding night.

The wedding and honeymoon was great. I was shocked to realize I really was my husband's first. He was clueless but eager to learn. Part of me was thrilled but part was really disappointed. All my life I always assumed my future husband would be very experienced and worldly. My real husband was mine to mold but I had to do all the teaching. I never did, but I often felt like sending him to a Nevada brothel. I think if we could have easily afforded it I might have brought it up. We were scrapping by so that was only happening in my mind. I started to miss my ex, in bed. I didn't miss the jerk that came with the sex at all. Was it possible to mold my husband to be more aggressive and demanding in bed?

A few months after getting married there was a knock at our door RIGHT after my husband left for work. I assumed my husband forgot something so I rushed over to let him back in without thinking. In came my ex. As soon as he was inside he grabbed my head and kissed me. Before I could wrap my head around the situation, he was preparing us for sex. While my head was spinning and saying "NO! Stop this! he brutally r**ed me last time," my body missed his body and didn't need any foreplay. Without thinking I started kissing back and letting him. I missed this kind of passionate sex.

It wasn't until I felt him cuming inside that I relized he wasn't wearing a rubber, then realized I wasn't on the pill, why? I was trying to get pregnant... why? Then remembered; I was married! Crap! From the moment he charged in and kissed me until right then, I flat forgot I was married! As I tried to think where I was in my cycle my body flushed with arousal and I orgasmed. My brain faded and I couldn't think. At least the two had the same basic looks. As I recovered I thought about the last time I orgasmed with a man. It was with one of my ex's guy friends that he lent me to. I wondered if he was going to lend me to his friends again and thinking about those times happening again, got me... another orgasm!

I was spent afterwards. I wanted to be mad at him and cuss him out and call the cops or beat him up or something... but all I felt as we relaxed in the afterglow was thankful. Still naked we had our first deep and long talk ever. He claimed wasn't trying to win me back, he had a girlfriend. He just got this strong feeling that I needed him and when he couldn't shake it he called my mother, got my address and came over. I hated my mother for doing that but I shocked myself even more when I heard my own voice thanking him. Part of me panicked after I said that so I immediately added I wasn't into him as a person and I loved my husband. A LOT was said and shared that day as we spent the whole time my husband was at work catching up, screwing and sharing relationship advise.

I'm still married to my husband of 30 years... and yes, I've been seeing my ex, on and off, the whole time. He's been married, in prison, divorced, paroled, girlfriends, back in prison and married. We don't live close by anymore but we still get together at least once a year. I still don't love him or want him... but my body does.

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