For those of us who went through it when a 'married' person lies to us, but we get fucked wonderfully
Why does every married guy do with us what he wants?...why the lie? Why not say...I can't cut off my wife...can't fuck you...we're taking it? This doesn't exist either?
I've been dating for a while, it's all so routine with my boyfriend, his family and mine...we even get to that point...our families are involved in everything!!!! we seem like a married couple...it's always the same and I'm exhausted...
The days of the week pass the same, the same meals, the same kisses, the same activities...the same TV programs...why is it? The same traditional boyfriend dust bunnies, standing still, in some garage at home, some rapid one, because that mischief gets lost in a couple (and even more so in my case since I didn't get married but it's like we would be) ...Why is it that when we need them most without realizing it they appear 'they' when we need them most. I don't know if it's to annoy, calm or a daily impasse.
I work in a government agency's department, I attend to the public most of the time they are MANAGERS, LAW CLERKS... OR CADETS... I started having good dialogue with one of them (manager) pleasant, amiable, serious and very correct in everything, that is to say I don't know why the dialogue started or why it started because I was with him
It was to carry notebooks, sign, seal, and give a copy...ah well...why did we get here? First, like every nice man, we talked about everything from his family, I mean my boyfriend, that is to say he didn't lie nor did I...I knew he was married because of everything we talked about, logically from my point of view (as a woman...I like talking to this type. Interesting)...and as for 'him', I understand the need to take me all...
I remember to this day how it all started... it was raining and the conversation began something abnormal within what's normal... I came with papers but he was completely soaked, but incredibly the papers were dry with such an IDIOT topic came out of the conversation... we talked like always... I liked his perfume. His seriousness. His calm..he sealed the papers and left, afterwards this arrived the hour to leave, I ended my shift, as it kept raining all employees were at the door (it always happens the same on rainy days, either they wait for remises or that family members come to pick them up)
...AGAIN we kept talking and without realizing it WE WENT OUT TOGETHER AND he covered me with his jacket, almost reaching the corner (right in front of a bar) From there, he invited me to a coffee, which I accepted. We spent no less than 2 hours talking and chatting... those conversations about many things that happen but are not told to a strangerBut if they're counted when you want to be with himWhen it was time to leave, he told me if I didn't want him to come closer and I said yes but only up to a certain point to avoid problems. We laughed together since we both understood the situation 😛
I asked him to park a little farther from home... Like it's normal in these cases... I couldn't help it and we ended up kissing... what a kiss, please! My head exploded... We literally ate each other's mouth... very excited with fogged-up windows.. I sucked my breasts and touched my pussy which I think had more water than the storm drains on the street. I didn't feel shame because the guy knew both of us were going to get our rocks off, I don't know if it was necessity or what but when he pulled out his cock outside I loved sucking it... soft... wet with liquid... I put my whole mouth in it... normal maybe a little crazy... I loved its flavor... then I rolled over and he took me beautifully. I felt it a lot, felt his cum in my pussy which had the most memories of how he did it, those first-time urges... soft and at the same time strong, .. we ended up like lunatics that day... we exchanged numbers and said goodbye... these things are what made me feel bad but at the same time I'd say... what a slut I am!!!!
I got down and quickly went home... walking from the car to the house was like walking as if I were stuck in plastic between my legs...
I arrived home and the usual thing...I found everyone mates, laughter, TV. What was bothering me most was...My little prick... not just because I got with a guy who turned me on, but also because he greeted my boyfriend with a shot after sucking his cock....it's incredible what we're capable of doing...I took care to do my best and went straight to the bathroom...from when I got out of the car until I entered the bathroom, during that entire trip, all the cum was dripping down my clothes, my pants, I stained everything..with the flow I had, how soaked I was, more cum from this type than I think I had at least a liter...
After this madness and with more than 8 months of cheating on my boyfriend with 'him' passing through all the states when you screw around...
· Anger: like we were official boyfriends.
• Cry: I will also cry, because I feel like I want it (eye I don't love it but I feel like I want it).
· Crazy things: I did things with him that I couldn't understand, I always swallowed his semen...I savored it...I felt it all over my mouth...think about it, I don't do it with my boyfriend because he doesn't like it -
· Prophylaxis? It ends in my ass...I mean, it fucks me with the word 'pussy' and then makes me suck it and puts it up my ass...my ass ends however it wants. Always with pills...but without a condom.
As they read...I'm aware that more than one has gone through these things, another thing is dressing up to get it on!!!!. When I get fucked, he sees me like he wants to see me, lingerie, makes me put on what he wants...never thought it would heat me up so much...they have an idea the times I said BASTA...CENTRATE OR CALM DOWN...
Today my boyfriend wants us to get married. My boyfriend's family and mine. But they never asked me about...my parallel relationship, maybe I'm taking care of myself a bit more…don't want to explode (craziness) because I take good care of myself so they won't see us, many times I want to avoid it for 1 or 2 weeks and when my boyfriend f**ks me I think it's him or also I tell the truth, I usually masturbate thinking about him...I don't know what it is...don't know if it's chemistry, not if it's an aftereffect but I love it when he takes control of me making me do whatever he wants..also I'm aware that I can't lose anything and if I lose some of staying degraded by my family I'll be a worthless human because everyone knows that The married one wants to house... but his mistress's house is not hersIt's saying he only wants to get and be pleased.
Does something like that happen to you?
Why does every married guy do with us what he wants?...why the lie? Why not say...I can't cut off my wife...can't fuck you...we're taking it? This doesn't exist either?
I've been dating for a while, it's all so routine with my boyfriend, his family and mine...we even get to that point...our families are involved in everything!!!! we seem like a married couple...it's always the same and I'm exhausted...
The days of the week pass the same, the same meals, the same kisses, the same activities...the same TV programs...why is it? The same traditional boyfriend dust bunnies, standing still, in some garage at home, some rapid one, because that mischief gets lost in a couple (and even more so in my case since I didn't get married but it's like we would be) ...Why is it that when we need them most without realizing it they appear 'they' when we need them most. I don't know if it's to annoy, calm or a daily impasse.
I work in a government agency's department, I attend to the public most of the time they are MANAGERS, LAW CLERKS... OR CADETS... I started having good dialogue with one of them (manager) pleasant, amiable, serious and very correct in everything, that is to say I don't know why the dialogue started or why it started because I was with him
It was to carry notebooks, sign, seal, and give a copy...ah well...why did we get here? First, like every nice man, we talked about everything from his family, I mean my boyfriend, that is to say he didn't lie nor did I...I knew he was married because of everything we talked about, logically from my point of view (as a woman...I like talking to this type. Interesting)...and as for 'him', I understand the need to take me all...
I remember to this day how it all started... it was raining and the conversation began something abnormal within what's normal... I came with papers but he was completely soaked, but incredibly the papers were dry with such an IDIOT topic came out of the conversation... we talked like always... I liked his perfume. His seriousness. His calm..he sealed the papers and left, afterwards this arrived the hour to leave, I ended my shift, as it kept raining all employees were at the door (it always happens the same on rainy days, either they wait for remises or that family members come to pick them up)
...AGAIN we kept talking and without realizing it WE WENT OUT TOGETHER AND he covered me with his jacket, almost reaching the corner (right in front of a bar) From there, he invited me to a coffee, which I accepted. We spent no less than 2 hours talking and chatting... those conversations about many things that happen but are not told to a strangerBut if they're counted when you want to be with himWhen it was time to leave, he told me if I didn't want him to come closer and I said yes but only up to a certain point to avoid problems. We laughed together since we both understood the situation 😛
I asked him to park a little farther from home... Like it's normal in these cases... I couldn't help it and we ended up kissing... what a kiss, please! My head exploded... We literally ate each other's mouth... very excited with fogged-up windows.. I sucked my breasts and touched my pussy which I think had more water than the storm drains on the street. I didn't feel shame because the guy knew both of us were going to get our rocks off, I don't know if it was necessity or what but when he pulled out his cock outside I loved sucking it... soft... wet with liquid... I put my whole mouth in it... normal maybe a little crazy... I loved its flavor... then I rolled over and he took me beautifully. I felt it a lot, felt his cum in my pussy which had the most memories of how he did it, those first-time urges... soft and at the same time strong, .. we ended up like lunatics that day... we exchanged numbers and said goodbye... these things are what made me feel bad but at the same time I'd say... what a slut I am!!!!
I got down and quickly went home... walking from the car to the house was like walking as if I were stuck in plastic between my legs...
I arrived home and the usual thing...I found everyone mates, laughter, TV. What was bothering me most was...My little prick... not just because I got with a guy who turned me on, but also because he greeted my boyfriend with a shot after sucking his cock....it's incredible what we're capable of doing...I took care to do my best and went straight to the bathroom...from when I got out of the car until I entered the bathroom, during that entire trip, all the cum was dripping down my clothes, my pants, I stained everything..with the flow I had, how soaked I was, more cum from this type than I think I had at least a liter...
After this madness and with more than 8 months of cheating on my boyfriend with 'him' passing through all the states when you screw around...
· Anger: like we were official boyfriends.
• Cry: I will also cry, because I feel like I want it (eye I don't love it but I feel like I want it).
· Crazy things: I did things with him that I couldn't understand, I always swallowed his semen...I savored it...I felt it all over my mouth...think about it, I don't do it with my boyfriend because he doesn't like it -
· Prophylaxis? It ends in my ass...I mean, it fucks me with the word 'pussy' and then makes me suck it and puts it up my ass...my ass ends however it wants. Always with pills...but without a condom.
As they read...I'm aware that more than one has gone through these things, another thing is dressing up to get it on!!!!. When I get fucked, he sees me like he wants to see me, lingerie, makes me put on what he wants...never thought it would heat me up so much...they have an idea the times I said BASTA...CENTRATE OR CALM DOWN...
Today my boyfriend wants us to get married. My boyfriend's family and mine. But they never asked me about...my parallel relationship, maybe I'm taking care of myself a bit more…don't want to explode (craziness) because I take good care of myself so they won't see us, many times I want to avoid it for 1 or 2 weeks and when my boyfriend f**ks me I think it's him or also I tell the truth, I usually masturbate thinking about him...I don't know what it is...don't know if it's chemistry, not if it's an aftereffect but I love it when he takes control of me making me do whatever he wants..also I'm aware that I can't lose anything and if I lose some of staying degraded by my family I'll be a worthless human because everyone knows that The married one wants to house... but his mistress's house is not hersIt's saying he only wants to get and be pleased.
Does something like that happen to you?
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